<?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-18619581</id><updated>2011-12-03T08:40:40.015+04:00</updated><category term='intimacy'/><category term='Career Confusion'/><category term='problems'/><category term='Reminiscence'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Thunderstorm'/><category term='intensity'/><category term='brooding'/><category term='pure bliss'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='negativity'/><category term='Hypocrisy'/><category term='love'/><category term='cheese cake'/><title type='text'>Absolute Cuckudness...</title><subtitle type='html'>C u C k U d . . . DOMAIN...!!!
I write whatever triggers the head. Mostly personal and quite colloquial.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2150892091556431836</id><published>2011-08-16T22:01:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:33:05.762+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss or Blasphemy</title><content type='html'>“Random” was in abundance that day,&lt;br /&gt;When I met a friend with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Simple” boasted about being Outstanding,&lt;br /&gt;And modest jollity refused to leave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Plans” formed a disciplined queue,&lt;br /&gt;Lashing a tight double knot around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varying spirits exposed themselves,&lt;br /&gt;Bullying the vile side to surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Proximity” took it as an excuse to breed,&lt;br /&gt;Widening the horizon of the confines.&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;Now, the tenable hold of her hand over mine,&lt;br /&gt;Will slacken a pair of “double locked handcuffs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fanaticism of her touch, hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Will confound the devotion of advanced lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faithful “I love you” ogle from her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Will subtly unclothe the arduous conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gazing at her innocent “fast asleep face,”&lt;br /&gt;Will put them thoughts to rest and send a sigh to the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Written for and Dedicated to Roshni Khanchandani. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2150892091556431836?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2150892091556431836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2150892091556431836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2150892091556431836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2150892091556431836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2011/08/bliss-or-blasphemy.html' title='Bliss or Blasphemy'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-3480488839869220350</id><published>2011-08-04T21:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:31:03.097+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intensity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure bliss'/><title type='text'>Golden Greed</title><content type='html'>The wait to our intimacy was perpetual. I saw you sitting there, waiting, with a skimpy touch of nervousness. You wanted to give in and yet be where you were. Well, the moment was here! I enticed you; so close that I could imagine your non-existent heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slower than a snail, I unveiled you, seeking for justice to be done to every inch of your beautiful golden skin. Then in your stark nakedness, I realized the best selfish thought – “you are all mine, right now!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuality or a manifestation of my depraved mind, I “felt” you again to trust. Part by part, I savored you, ensuring every bit got doused in my saliva. Your presence in me, created a whirlpool out of my earthly spirit, making me drift in to a fourth dimension of the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I provoked my eyes to open again, you had to be gone, and you were… Quite sinfully, the mouth widened in those familiar opposite directions. Then, I was hurled back in my body, only waiting for the next time you would be in my hands again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-3480488839869220350?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/3480488839869220350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=3480488839869220350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3480488839869220350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3480488839869220350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2011/08/golden-greed.html' title='Golden Greed'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-8712667936205258422</id><published>2011-05-12T00:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T00:34:40.911+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Tom &amp; Jerry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8XAAvbYG1s/Tcr09Kxuw1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/HmgTgYJQuGg/s1600/meenal%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8XAAvbYG1s/Tcr09Kxuw1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/HmgTgYJQuGg/s400/meenal%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605562017918141266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me! It is quite a task to successfully waste 12 hours of every shift that I go for. However, drawing this was fun. More drawings should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tom &amp; Jerry is the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-8712667936205258422?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/8712667936205258422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=8712667936205258422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8712667936205258422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8712667936205258422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2011/05/tom-jerry.html' title='Tom &amp; Jerry'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8XAAvbYG1s/Tcr09Kxuw1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/HmgTgYJQuGg/s72-c/meenal%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-3531696974147803798</id><published>2011-04-24T22:35:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:59:24.342+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a Decade Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Half a decade ago,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling like this was felt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It yet again started as fun,&lt;br /&gt;Alas! the sneak peaks rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of stalking,&lt;br /&gt;Minimal words of talking,&lt;br /&gt;and she's already a lover girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Half a decade ago,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling like this was felt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerves of the stomach wriggled,&lt;br /&gt;Some pink always bursted in to cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few random assumptions here,&lt;br /&gt;Tiny pieces of hope there,&lt;br /&gt;A big chunk sinking in 'worry,'&lt;br /&gt;Counting all the freaks of past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a decade ago,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling like this was felt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions had overwhelmed her heart,&lt;br /&gt;Life had complained about unnecessary wastage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then to now, she waits,&lt;br /&gt;At the square one of those 'red tiles,'&lt;br /&gt;Except eagerness made one leg rise,&lt;br /&gt;And the wait on a single leg suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Half a decade ago,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling like this was felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling, which was missed.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling, which was dreaded.&lt;br /&gt;And now, the palms are just open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-3531696974147803798?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/3531696974147803798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=3531696974147803798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3531696974147803798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3531696974147803798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2011/04/half-decade-ago.html' title='Half a Decade Ago'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5491929908058778636</id><published>2011-04-17T00:01:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:39:48.832+04:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Turned For A Bit...</title><content type='html'>She sat there wanting to bite her nails. Alas! Once in a while they are grown and biting them would almost be like a sin. Also, she kept clicking the different tabs on her internet browser. So, that is the new way of seeking inspiration now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting! And then the chat window notified a new message. Phew! Saved by the Ting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random day, you just look back and yearn to be what you were. That version may not necessarily be the best version but you still want to be that or at least a certain part of it. I miss that ability to make a blog post out of any random or special event of my life. It's like you are craving to write but even something inspirational or blog worthy is unable to form words in your head. You know, the automatic flow of words that just spring up out of nowhere and then you improvise on those? Maybe that's how beggars feel (at least the genuine ones). They really want to eat but they can't for various and obvious reasons of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you are so desperate to write that you do and feel guilty about spamming your own blog and uselessly increasing the number of posts on it. There is anger and tears. There are nails digging in to your palm. There is this insane amount of emotions that you need to throw out (like puke). But every next sentence you form is like "doing ten suicides in a row, during a basketball workout (body not in form)." Then there is time constraint because you have a morning shift at work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there is a lot of suffocation! It is not cool man! It is so not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have to end the post because nonsense generally, has no end and there is only so much spamming that I would like to do to my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5491929908058778636?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5491929908058778636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5491929908058778636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5491929908058778636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5491929908058778636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-she-turned-for-bit.html' title='And She Turned For A Bit...'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-3579055370051883200</id><published>2011-03-02T01:59:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T03:25:18.375+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career Confusion'/><title type='text'>At Least She Still Attempts</title><content type='html'>I re-checked the dates and noticed that it has been more than a year since I posted something. I was definitely excited about posting the last one because I finally broke the elapsed time period of 'no-posts.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am at a standstill. There are so many careers to choose from, so many companies to get employed at, so much money to make and yet I am a tiny little dot on a page full of doodle done by some mystery force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is high time (at least I think so) that I pick a career, work towards it, and be something more in it, in about 3 years down the line. However, I can't! Most days it feels like it will come to me and Thwack! I will know what I want to do for the rest of my life. Except, all those options just appear like a whirlpool. Also, taking the first step, having a platform to take the first step, feeling a 100% about being good at it, and being able to prove that to the rest, is mind you, a task! At least in this part of the world. Sometimes, I think what if it thwacks me when I am like some 36 years old and realize that all these years I was wasting my time!!?? Yeah yeah, don't give me the "you are never too old to start" jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, sometimes, it feels like there is no such thing  as "Thwack" in life. Maybe it's just about picking opportunities that come in your way and moving your way up. Cutting down the talks and analysis. But then what is the whole drama about Passion in life? Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how good is it being a Jack of all, again?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wishes to speak,&lt;br /&gt;but the mind is being a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One second it screams happy,&lt;br /&gt;The next it whispers crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does she heal?&lt;br /&gt;If she can't fathom the feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging is causing her pain,&lt;br /&gt;Attempts to solve feel in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does she do?&lt;br /&gt;She waits with a long breath,&lt;br /&gt;Letting those thoughts form queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shuts the mental door,&lt;br /&gt;It's OK. Life is sometimes a whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly wrote that for a friend but now I think it kind of applies to me also, if of course, we change the context of the poem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-3579055370051883200?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/3579055370051883200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=3579055370051883200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3579055370051883200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3579055370051883200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-least-she-still-attempts.html' title='At Least She Still Attempts'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-6760448393540369164</id><published>2011-02-28T03:26:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T03:36:17.911+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking Some Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I saw them in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;flickering like uncountable number of candles.&lt;br /&gt;Only they wouldnt go out.&lt;br /&gt;They almost formed the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;And as that pattern kept forming and coming closer,&lt;br /&gt;they changed into their true form, them street lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-6760448393540369164?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/6760448393540369164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=6760448393540369164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6760448393540369164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6760448393540369164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2011/02/seeking-some-inspiration.html' title='Seeking Some Inspiration'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-221340759593906874</id><published>2010-01-16T00:46:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:32:09.964+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found Some Meaning!</title><content type='html'>This week has been the shit!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I am out of practice to write long posts, giving details of everything that happened but I shall try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was super tiring since a friend and I were up the whole of morning (post midnight, Saturday). It was filled with planning for another friend whose star birthday fell on Thursday. Evening was filled with shopping for the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday started around noon where I had to take my sister to pick up lunch coupons for a lunch treat which happened today (Friday), followed by dropping her back, leaving to shop for one more thing for friend, and driving to Sharjah. Upon arrival, Lohri was celebrated, yummy Pav Bhaji was eaten and gift wrapping session was started. Lastly, a treasure hunt was planned since there were 21 gifts to celebrate the 21st birthday :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday started early at around 8:30 a.m. since the birthday friend was supposed to be kept out of her house. Day out with friend included; driving to Media City, our much loved beach, Dubai Mall, Lamcy Plaza to meet another friend, Karama to pick up another friend, driving back to the birthday friend's house in Sharjah, causing delay with miserable pretension of falling ill, and finally reaching friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A superb party happened after that - surprise, cake-cutting, treasure hunt, and yummy food and cake eating. All this, in quite a chaotic form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post party was slow and entertaining with lot of talking and discussion about all kinds of lies told, drinking, having children, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I died in a happy exhaustion! It has been a while since such content sleep visited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday started early too with the Karama friend, driving back to Dubai. Driving on Sharjah roads with no traffic is not so bad :P. We reached home to pick up my sister and go for the lunch treat at Food World. Sister's friends were quite late except two. However, that kind of helped to create an appetite for the lunch buffet. Again, decent food was enjoyed. Towards the end, this yummy cake, baked by sis' friend's mum closed the afternoon. Once again, I slept nicely at an odd time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much appreciated highlights; extra cute and super happy friend and proud and happy sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-221340759593906874?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/221340759593906874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=221340759593906874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/221340759593906874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/221340759593906874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-found-some-meaning.html' title='I Found Some Meaning!'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-7050846718177878604</id><published>2010-01-12T23:22:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:22:03.345+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hypocrisy'/><title type='text'>Duvidha!</title><content type='html'>That by the way, means trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, not today though, that random happiness does not last for too long. Yeah, so I decided to mention it today. Well, the deal is that there is too much negativity around and the big daddy of the same negativity is actually one's own mind, at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that this random happiness is very fragile because obviously, it is based on nothing. Hence, it is easy for any negative shit to shake it. However, it can also be the fact that, one maybe excessively bored of being frustrated, depressed, etc. and therefore, decides to push all the junk away. That is not so as to say that one is running away from problems but just trying to be normal while they still can't be dealt with. But, as mentioned earlier, this ruminative and acquired euphoria is very weak and practically any random external stimulus, beating the randomness of the above, can act as a cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all of that, makes me arrive at a different tangent but related to the above. It somehow, makes me think of this concept that we were taught in Industrial Psychology. I forgot the details of course, but the point was that if one does not dislike something does not necessarily mean that he/she likes it and vice versa. There is this neutral spot in between. How about I attribute the neutral spot to my random mood and the two extremes, dislike and like to negative emotions and positive emotions respectively. Thus,(coming back to the tangent in concern) my problem is that, I know the exact five Ws and a H of my bad and controversial situations but I still can't help the negativity sometimes. I mean it's like this bird's view covering almost the whole area of 'something not right' but the bird is, metaphorically of course, blind! Actually more like helpless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that just makes it worse because I still give myself pep talks, discuss my problems with family and friends, and brood over the situation in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I just feel like a hypocrite now. That and very confused of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-7050846718177878604?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/7050846718177878604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=7050846718177878604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7050846718177878604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7050846718177878604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2010/01/duvidha.html' title='Duvidha!'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2097231234914815119</id><published>2010-01-03T01:22:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:22:56.344+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I looked for the sinful grey in white,&lt;br /&gt;But the latter was loud. Blinding eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound knocked the memory door,&lt;br /&gt;And the echo gave me the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence was sweet, and&lt;br /&gt;that's exactly when I met you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situational and Specific.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2097231234914815119?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2097231234914815119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2097231234914815119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2097231234914815119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2097231234914815119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-looked-for-sinful-grey-in-white-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2257472552334339093</id><published>2010-01-02T00:19:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:44:55.212+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thunderstorm'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The fanatical grey is conversing. Aggressive and Intimidating. The pawns are setting the mood for back-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene was almost perfect in the afternoon and it called for chai and pakodas. However, even if all these resources were available in the afternoon, the fact that this is Dubai would have ruined it. Somehow, the place doesn't go with the rain, chai, and the pakodas. So just like the scene called, the chai and the pakodas called Bombay or Bangalore or any one of those small random places visited recently. Anyway, the almost perfect scene was still more than welcome because like all normal human beings, during the time of recession, something is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a smaller and more random note, the feeling of writing on the first day of the year 2010 feels good. Also, when I was much younger I was informed about this particular deal; whatever you do on new years is what you will be doing throughout the rest of that year. In that case, my list is the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Receiving payment (Rich Bitch :D)&lt;br /&gt;- Randomly happy mood&lt;br /&gt;- Eating Chicken Tikkas&lt;br /&gt;- Drinking and handling myself decently (I am sure we can have exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;- Being surrounded with love from all the people who mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall also dedicate this post to them people who mean the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2257472552334339093?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2257472552334339093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2257472552334339093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2257472552334339093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2257472552334339093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5776493106553681027</id><published>2009-12-15T00:57:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:40:04.497+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Check</title><content type='html'>I had my first random police check today. It happened in Al Quoz when my sister and me were driving to Dubai Driving Center. It felt quite unusual to get stopped by a cop. They don't usually stop girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he asked for my license and car registration. I had both that too absolutely valid. However, I had this uneasy feeling for a second. Also, I couldn't help thinking about all the times when I drove without a license and expired car registration. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Always carry valid car proofs while driving. Especially in Al Quoz :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5776493106553681027?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5776493106553681027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5776493106553681027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5776493106553681027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5776493106553681027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-check.html' title='Random Check'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-3590350489176996287</id><published>2009-11-01T20:46:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:05:58.265+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Petty Joys of Life</title><content type='html'>After two whole days of sitting at home and hoping to work out a fun plan with friends, I went out alone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal was to go catch the sunset at the private beach in Jumeirah 2. At 5:17 p.m. I started my car to go to the beach. It almost felt like a race because Dubai traffic picks up after 5 p.m. and since, winter is soon approaching, the sun sets around 5:30 p.m. With each meter that my car covered, the sun moved an inch downwards. There were quite a few hard brakes. I felt restless and my hand smelt of onion which I had chopped for dinner last night. I couldn't help looking through the gaps of the various buildings to ensure that the sun is still there. It almost felt like a game of hide and seek (I miss playing it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Su3LSLypulI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wY5ywgj_pQU/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Su3LSLypulI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wY5ywgj_pQU/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399195041550416466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:42 p.m. I stopped my car at the spot where I usually park. Old days with friends drowned me. Technically, I was dry but I felt drenched. As I switched off the engine and opened the door, this amazingly nice-feeling wind welcomed me. There was nothing exceptional about this gust of wind except its timing to thwack me. It felt like a close friend's hug. Legs out, I looked longingly at the sky but alas! the big ball of orange had gone to sleep (quite a few have or I have put them to). A freaky pathan driving a Mitsubishi pick-up waved at me as he left (Chotu Tsunami memories, peace disruption). Anyway, what was left was faded light orange sitting on top of a grey sheet. Although, the ambiance was still bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Su3L-XuE3LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HgydryYJQz8/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Su3L-XuE3LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HgydryYJQz8/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399195800666692786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked the car and started walking away from the direction of the already set sun. I felt like this cool kid - no balance on mobile, massive DJ headphones, basketball jersey, comfortable 3/4ths, oshos and a lot of dreams yet to be fulfilled while I walked away to nowhere. Suddenly, everything had just slowed down contrary to the school and college life that whooshed away so quickly. The orange kept fading and black started taking over the gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Su3McrAPSMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lxhLBtfrB0g/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Su3McrAPSMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lxhLBtfrB0g/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399196321239222466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I retreated my path to the car, I stood before the latter for a bit, admiring. This subtle smile came to my lips. I unlocked the car and dusted my oshos outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Su3Myfn4wnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BZumZXh3c6w/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Su3Myfn4wnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BZumZXh3c6w/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399196696141415026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6:22 p.m. when I started my car and left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-3590350489176996287?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/3590350489176996287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=3590350489176996287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3590350489176996287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3590350489176996287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/11/petty-joys-of-life.html' title='Petty Joys of Life'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Su3LSLypulI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wY5ywgj_pQU/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4658074740500323960</id><published>2009-10-28T15:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:15:44.824+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>mella says:&lt;br /&gt;meeenaaallll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;what u doin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;getting bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;dont all u a e ppl do that&lt;br /&gt;my brother dear is going today&lt;br /&gt;so i gotta take him shopping&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;empty became&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;empty? pooop ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;niceee&lt;br /&gt;im bored bored boredddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;so am i&lt;br /&gt;im kinda sick with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;whyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;because everywhere i go or see i find something or someone right in my face pointing out my worthlessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;dont think like that.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;mel its annoying man&lt;br /&gt;i have thought of so many things for myself and i m doing nothing to getstarted&lt;br /&gt;besides wasting time of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;me too man...we are all in the same boat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;and the brownie of this bitch is that i constantly brood over it and fuck my happiness&lt;br /&gt;its traumatizing man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;i know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;iwant it all to stop like go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;so dont brood over it...&lt;br /&gt;just think of it as a bad dream that will just go&lt;br /&gt;if u feel like shit...u shud just write it out...and then ul feel lighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah except i just cant write&lt;br /&gt;like my creative instincts along with all my uselessness have gone down the drain&lt;br /&gt;i m sitting on my blog only&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to write&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will just copy paste this conversation&lt;br /&gt;easy way out&lt;br /&gt;briliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mella says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats how it is...you're doing great&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic? Tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4658074740500323960?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4658074740500323960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4658074740500323960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4658074740500323960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4658074740500323960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/10/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5293395159222474748</id><published>2009-10-20T03:02:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:10:15.575+04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Smile Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Stzw0wES04I/AAAAAAAAAIs/nGz2v8tb3kA/s1600-h/yellow+wall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Stzw0wES04I/AAAAAAAAAIs/nGz2v8tb3kA/s320/yellow+wall.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394451242729788290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The vines left their support,&lt;br /&gt;The silhouette was ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crept their way towards her,&lt;br /&gt;The loner beam was a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black coils engulfed her,&lt;br /&gt;The support watched in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hissed calmly, “We know you love it,”&lt;br /&gt;Pause. Again, “You can smile now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she did. Just for an eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Adnan's room wall. My new friend whom I met through Melissa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5293395159222474748?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5293395159222474748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5293395159222474748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5293395159222474748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5293395159222474748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-can-smile-now.html' title='You Can Smile Now'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Stzw0wES04I/AAAAAAAAAIs/nGz2v8tb3kA/s72-c/yellow+wall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-725339823785567098</id><published>2009-10-15T13:39:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:53:20.133+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay - Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080612/coldplay_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080612/coldplay_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother I can't, I can't get through&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother I can't believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take a picture of something you see&lt;br /&gt;In the future where will I be?&lt;br /&gt;You can climb a ladder up to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Or write a song nobody has sung&lt;br /&gt;Or do something that's never been done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lost or incomplete?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak&lt;br /&gt;And they're talking it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you take a picture of something you see&lt;br /&gt;In the future where will I be?&lt;br /&gt;You can climb a ladder up to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Or a write a song nobody has sung&lt;br /&gt;Or do something that's never been done&lt;br /&gt;Do something that's never been done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like you're going where you've been before&lt;br /&gt;You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's really making any sense at all&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Suggested by Sana Shamim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-725339823785567098?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/725339823785567098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=725339823785567098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/725339823785567098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/725339823785567098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/10/coldplay-talk.html' title='Coldplay - Talk'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-7545680966513960165</id><published>2009-07-17T21:44:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:16:50.527+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>...and I don't know how to swim! (even otherwise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went clubbing to Keva. Just like the previous Thursday, I was super bored and on my last nerve. The issue isn't the club itself but the company. This of course, made me recall how randomly my friend and I started clubbing in Bangalore. Yes, one of the best company that I have found for clubbing so far. Miss you woman! Again, yes, a woman! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to my boredom, I ended up sitting in the lobby of Keva. Here, I mainly noticed two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who were dancing inside sounded like beggars when their voices were heard in chorus while singing ( thats when the DJ mutes the audio so that people can scream out the song). The worse part is that I am one of them when I am not pissed and dancing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who enter and exit the club dancing or rather moving in the most peculiar manner. Some of them are drunk and can't help it and the others are too cool to avoid doing it. Again, I am sometimes one of them (reason being the former).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should restrain my mind to concentrate only on the music next time. Also, last night seemed like the 'fight night.' Quite a few of the rowdy crowd got in to arguements and got kicked out of the club. I got elbowed by one of them who was being pushed by the bouncer and being asked to leave.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think you are a psycho to base your decisions on your fear" she said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard this before, I even know it myself and as it crosses my thoughts again with time, my anger sees no limit. &lt;strong&gt;Period.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;(Never thought I would ever end up hating Dubai).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-7545680966513960165?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/7545680966513960165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=7545680966513960165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7545680966513960165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7545680966513960165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/07/pool-of-thoughts.html' title='Pool of Thoughts'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5769995262807078373</id><published>2009-06-23T00:38:00.014+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:58:49.030+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Venomous Creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Box Jellyfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_tItjcwbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C4Vsm3-NItk/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_tItjcwbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C4Vsm3-NItk/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350255616262455730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top prize for “The World's Most Venomous Creature,” would go to the Box Jellyfish. It has caused at least five thousand five hundred and sixty seven recorded deaths since 1954. Its venom is among the most deadly in the world. Its toxins attack the heart, nervous system, and skin cells. And the worst part of it is that jelly box venom is so overpoweringly painful, that human victims go in to shock, drown or die of heart failure before even reaching shore. Survivors experience pain weeks after the contact with box jellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has virtually no chance to survive the venomous sting, unless treated immediately. When stung, vinegar should be applied for a minimum of 30 seconds. Vinegar has acetic acid, which disables the box jelly’s nematocysts that have not yet been discharged into the bloodstream (though it will not alleviate the pain). Wearing panty hose while swimming is also a good prevention measure since it can prevent jellies from being able to harm one's leg. Box Hellyfish can be found in the waters around Asia and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. King Cobra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_utaUSqtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z7d9FPfimmE/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_utaUSqtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z7d9FPfimmE/s320/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350257346265393874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Cobra (Ophiophagus Hannah) is the world’s longest venomous snake - growing up to 5.6 m (18.5 ft) in length. Ophiophagus, literally means “snake-eater” as it eats other snakes. One single bite of this deadly snake can easily kill a human. It is even capable of killing a full-grown Asian Elephant within 3 hours, if the larger animal is bitten in a vulnerable area such as the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its venom is not as toxic as other venomous snakes, but King Cobra is capable of injecting 5 times more venom than Black Mamba and can result in mortality up to 5 times faster than that of the Black Mamba. It is quite widespread, ranging across South and South-east Asia, living in dense highland forests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Marbled Cone Snail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_vSddeOhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ev7vTR1BvdU/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_vSddeOhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ev7vTR1BvdU/s320/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350257982764366354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little beautiful looking Snail can be as deadly as any other animal on this list. One drop of its venom is so powerful that it can kill more than 20 humans. If one ever happens to be in a warm salt water environment (where these snails are often found), they should avoid picking it up if they spot one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms of a Marbled Cone Snail sting can start immediately or can be delayed in onset for days. It results in intense pain, swelling, numbness and tingling. Severe cases involve muscle paralysis, vision changes and breathing failure. There is no anti venom. However, only about 30 human deaths have been recorded from Cone Snail envenoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Blue-Ringed Octopus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_v4MaomlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HIBEDlsjp2c/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_v4MaomlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HIBEDlsjp2c/s320/4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350258631024089682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blue-Ringed Octopus is very small, only the size of a golf ball, but its venom is very powerful. It carries enough poison to kill 26 adult humans within minutes, and there is no antidote. It is currently recognized as one of the world’s most venomous animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its painless bite may seem harmless, but the deadly neurotoxins begin working immediately resulting in muscular weakness, numbness, followed by a cessation in breathing and ultimately death. It can be found in tide pools of the Pacific Ocean, from Japan to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Death Stalker Scorpion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_wiGBBTJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EG2ScGBacpk/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_wiGBBTJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EG2ScGBacpk/s320/5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350259350860549266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Starker Scorpion contradicts the popular belief that 'most scorpions are relatively harmless to humans since their stings produce local effects only (pain, numbness or swelling).' However, the Death Starker Scorpion is highly dangerous species because its venom is a powerful cocktail of neurotoxins which cause an intense and unbearable pain, resulting in fever, followed by coma, convulsions, paralysis and death. Fortunately, while a sting from this scorpion is extremely painful, it would be unlikely to kill a healthy, adult human. Young children, the old, or infirm (with a heart condition) are at the biggest risk. Death stalker scorpions are found in North Africa and Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Stonefish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_xF8ZbqnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hDDNEhcq1c0/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_xF8ZbqnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hDDNEhcq1c0/s320/6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350259966753876594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best looking fish but again, the venom does the trick. It causes such a severe pain that the stung victims would want the affected limb to be amputated. It is described as the worst pain known to man. It is accompanied by possible shock, paralysis, and tissue death. If not given medical attention within a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stonefish stores its toxins in gruesome-looking spines that are designed to hurt would-be predators. It mostly lives above the tropic of Capricorn, often found in the shallow tropical marine waters of the Pacific and Indian oceans, ranging from the Red Sea to the Queensland Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. The Brazilian Wandering Spider&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_xvSXPsAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FwVTOT-MHm0/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_xvSXPsAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FwVTOT-MHm0/s320/7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350260677024919554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brazilian Wandering Spider (Phoneutria) or Banana Spider appears in the Guinness Book of World Records 2007 for the most venomous spider and is responsible for most human deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is believed to have the most potent neurotoxic venom of any living spider. Only 0.006mg (0.00000021oz) is sufficient to kill a mouse. It is also very dangerous because of its wandering nature. It often hides during daytime in highly populated areas like houses, clothes, boots, and cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its venomous bite not only causes intense pain, the venom of the spider can also cause priapism - uncomfortable erections lasting for many hours that lead to impotence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Inland Taipan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_yVD5D8AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZpyQ1OshN60/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_yVD5D8AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZpyQ1OshN60/s320/8.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350261325975252994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inland Taipan comes from Australia. Just a single bite from this snake contains enough venom to kill 100 human adults or an army of 250,000 mice. Its venom is at least 200 - 400 times more toxic than a common cobra. Its extremely neurotoxic venom can kill an adult human in as little as 45 minutes. Fortunately, this snake is very shy and there have been no documented human fatalities (all known bites were treated with antivenin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Poison Dart Frog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_zoRp8e0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/XM-ahGI8__Q/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_zoRp8e0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/XM-ahGI8__Q/s320/9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350262755599088450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one ever happens to be running through the rain forests somewhere in Central or South America, they should never ever pick up beautiful and colorful frogs - it can be the Poison Dart Frog. The 2 inch long (5cm) golden Poison Dart Frog has enough venom to kill 10 adult humans or 20,000 mice. Only 2 micrograms of this lethal toxin (the amount that fits on the head of a pin) is capable of killing a human or other large mammal. It is called “Dart Frog” because of the indigenous use of their toxic secretions to poison the tips of their blow-darts. Poison dart frogs keep their poison in their skins and sicken or kill anybody who touches or eats them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Puffer Fish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_0ongzxeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GTqa9_0mrKY/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_0ongzxeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GTqa9_0mrKY/s320/10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350263860977976802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffer Fishes are the second most poisonous vertebrates on the earth (the first one is Golden Dart Frog). The meat of some species is a delicacy in both Japan (as fugu) and Korea (as bok-uh) but the problem is that, the skin and certain organs of many puffer fishes are very poisonous to humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fish produces rapid and violent death. Puffer fish's poisoning causes deadening of the tongue and lips, dizziness, vomiting, rapid heart rate, difficulty in breathing, and muscle paralysis. Victims die from suffocation as diaphragm muscles are paralyzed. Most of the victims die after four to twenty four hours. There is no known antidote. Most deaths from fugu happen when untrained people catch and prepare the fish. Statistics show that there were twenty to forty four incidents of fugu poisoning per year between 1996 and 2006 in all of Japan and up to six incidents per year led to death. Since Fugu’s poison can cause near instantaneous death, only licensed chefs are allowed to prepare it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5769995262807078373?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5769995262807078373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5769995262807078373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5769995262807078373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5769995262807078373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-ten-venomous-creatures.html' title='Top Ten Venomous Creatures'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Sj_tItjcwbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C4Vsm3-NItk/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-8327383598658113634</id><published>2009-06-18T23:54:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:06:33.085+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyota "Corona" - Vintage Ride</title><content type='html'>Yes it's not "Corolla" but "Corona!" I say this because I just recalled that one of my friends actually thought that I didn't know my own car name and I was saying Corona for Corolla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car has been in the family since 1990. So, currently, it is the 19th year that we use this car. I am talking about it because off late, I am the one who drives it the most and hence, I feel for my car. I think I realized its importance only after the miserable sufferings I faced (Car got impounded for 15 days and I live a little away from civilization).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I noticed that I feel quite bad when people say stuff about my car. Yeah, so I know it is very old and quite ruined but it still runs decently enough and all the important parts of the car work just fine. Most of all, it's anyday better than walking on the road under the Hot Dubai Sun, paying insane amounts of cash to various cab drivers (even better if they are hitting on you!) and wasting generous amount of time by travelling in public buses. I would also like to mention pathan cabs and sharing cabs which have their own issues. But it's so convinient to make fun of my vehicle while it's giving you the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have given this 'exclusive right' to only a few important friends. However, the rest also seem to be my guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that they are joking at the end of the day but I am still not okay with 'the guests.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-8327383598658113634?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/8327383598658113634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=8327383598658113634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8327383598658113634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8327383598658113634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/06/toyota-corona-vintage-ride.html' title='Toyota &quot;Corona&quot; - Vintage Ride'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5272285516735241806</id><published>2009-06-06T22:12:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:17:22.028+04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Parking Zone!</title><content type='html'>Today, was the second day when I wasted more than an hour's time of my already wasted life (well, currently) in Bur Dubai looking for parking. Ok, so the last time it was some 45 minutes. There is absolutely no bloody parking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I am more than happy to conclude that Bur Dubai is the "Bhed Bakri Land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I am wishing my frd a Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes to look for some inspiration for the next post*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5272285516735241806?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5272285516735241806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5272285516735241806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5272285516735241806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5272285516735241806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-parking-zone.html' title='No Parking Zone!'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-7459484280016624818</id><published>2009-05-13T15:19:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:38:47.969+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atrocious</title><content type='html'>www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the link.. Copy paste if it doesn't show as a link..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-7459484280016624818?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/7459484280016624818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=7459484280016624818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7459484280016624818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7459484280016624818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/05/atrocious.html' title='Atrocious'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2629167818714730270</id><published>2009-04-06T22:02:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:06:03.106+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibe Came</title><content type='html'>I had three more steps to take when I heard sounds behind me. I looked back and saw my ordeal lying flat on its face. It was disunified for it was in fragments. It lay there mutilated, and I, as the mutilator, smiled in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of good limbs that smiled with me and I nodded to them in approval, turning around to take the last three steps. I wiped off the tiny little fluid as I resumed my walk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/SdpEJX5di4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N5FNj_QtYII/s1600-h/art13vmedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/SdpEJX5di4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N5FNj_QtYII/s320/art13vmedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321640837516200834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2629167818714730270?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2629167818714730270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2629167818714730270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2629167818714730270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2629167818714730270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/04/vibe-came.html' title='Vibe Came'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/SdpEJX5di4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/N5FNj_QtYII/s72-c/art13vmedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5105033351316288132</id><published>2009-03-20T22:57:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:17:18.889+04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>I happened to realize...&lt;br /&gt;There are people who have blog for a specific purpose, there are those who write randomly but things that are nice to read, some of them completely bullshit or have entirely personal stuff scribbled over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to think which category I belong to because it's clearly not the first two categories :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! I did not particularly come to write about that. I am facing this indirect fifth rejection of my life. Yes, I do not believe in 'flings' but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester in college has been the pits.. I was hoping just like my child, Sapphire who mentioned it today, to have like a break before we had to study for exams.. But not only do we not get that break, we barely have any time to prepare for the exams. There is a submission on Monday which is worth twenty five marks and clearly, i haven't done any considerable amount of work despite the fact that it was given long long time ago. Hey, which student has ever been so diligent now?!! Ok surely there are geeks and freaks but I still haven't reached that level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd the exams start on the 25th. I have been studying a little with Sitara (a classmate) but that is like one subject. Sheesh! There have been a lot of peripheral activities - clubbing and procrastination. Maybe, all those extra assignments caused it. They dropped me at a level where I feel like puking every time I hear 'work.' :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am already a graduate, at least as per the ceremony is concerned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5105033351316288132?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5105033351316288132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5105033351316288132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5105033351316288132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5105033351316288132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-8700091312884652761</id><published>2009-03-17T17:39:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:10:46.420+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I graduated!&lt;br /&gt;Haw.. When?&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, 13th of March, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Shit! didn't you just take a transfer to mounts recently?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I still remember the first bus trip I ever took, to Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;So now what?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;You must have thought of something?&lt;br /&gt;I want to study but I have to work. I don't even know what's going on in the world!&lt;br /&gt;Come on... Have you heard of research?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;So...?&lt;br /&gt;So... I have to work!&lt;br /&gt;So what now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything else to say?&lt;br /&gt;Lots&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead... Puke away to glory.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writng.&lt;br /&gt;Then?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know! I have to run...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-8700091312884652761?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/8700091312884652761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=8700091312884652761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8700091312884652761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8700091312884652761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-graduated-haw.html' title=''/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-6563949127437187056</id><published>2009-03-04T23:35:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:36:51.005+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Doing Work OK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="white" border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="ColorQuiz.com" src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width="120" border="0" height="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;I took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tries to escape from her problems, difficulties, a..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/cgi-bin/results.cgi?do=print_blog&amp;amp;picked1=4,7,1,3,5,2,6,0,0&amp;amp;picked2=4,7,1,3,5,2,0,6,0&amp;amp;sex=f&amp;amp;blog_name=I"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of the results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--End ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-6563949127437187056?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/6563949127437187056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=6563949127437187056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6563949127437187056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6563949127437187056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-doing-work-ok.html' title='I Was Doing Work OK!'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-6933663328946882139</id><published>2009-01-21T19:29:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:31:50.004+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconsidering</title><content type='html'>Like really, I don't know if I should put such inspirational posts. They seem nice and sensible when you read them and when you actually get to put them to practice, BANG! you have like a million petty things whizzing around your head forcing you to hold the goddamn glass in your hand and when things are not okay at the end of the day, how the hell does one put down the glass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been, by far, one of the worst days of my life...&lt;br /&gt;Say Academics, Love, Friends, I seem to have random issues in all categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random + Random + Random + Other Random = Lot of random, confusion and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I have to admit it, I AM JUST PLAIN DUMB!! I have been constantly doing things without any intentions of doing it for the past one hour and it is for the bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-6933663328946882139?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/6933663328946882139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=6933663328946882139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6933663328946882139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6933663328946882139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/01/reconsidering.html' title='Reconsidering'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1104700764708871733</id><published>2009-01-17T17:57:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:05:44.116+04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Random, So Simple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:10;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;A Professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see &amp;amp; asked the students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:10;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;How much do you think this glass weighs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"50gms!" "100gms!" "125gms!" the students answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:14;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:10;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really don't know unless I weigh it," said the professor, "but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing." the students said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?" the professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your arm would begin to ache." said one of the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your arm could go numb; you might have severe muscle stress &amp;amp; paralysis &amp;amp; have to go to hospital for sure!" ventured another student &amp;amp; all the students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?" Asked the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" was the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what caused the arm ache &amp;amp; the muscle stress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What should I do now to come out of pain?" asked professor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put the glass down!" said one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!" said the professor. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's problems are something like this. Hold it for a few minutes in your head &amp;amp; they seem OK. Think of them for a long time &amp;amp; they begin to ache. Hold it even longer &amp;amp; they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything. It's important to think of the challenges or problems in your life, But EVEN MORE IMPORTANT is to 'PUT THEM DOWN' at the end of every day before you go to sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh &amp;amp;strong &amp;amp; can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way! So, when you retire for the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember friend to &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1104700764708871733?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1104700764708871733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1104700764708871733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1104700764708871733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1104700764708871733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-random-so-simple.html' title='So Random, So Simple!'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5228955851072242965</id><published>2008-12-27T22:26:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:41:00.490+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 1 and half years later...</title><content type='html'>Reporting from Mumbai. I came for a day, to pick up my mp3 last year if that counts as a trip :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's known for shopping and this time I finally found out why.. Gosh! I went mad shopping yeah! Lot of stuff.. Cheap stuff!! Ok but I don't know how long will they last. An old source says, they last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pani puri was so yum that I got a headache and so was the vada pav.. aaahhh heaven became :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun thing is the trains. Specially after 4 p.m. It is annoying and that comical also. At times, even when there is no rush, females push you to get in... That's classic.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went for shisha. The flavour tasted good and I puked as soon as I came out of the cafe. I missed Dubai shisha cafes at that time. Even now my head has a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 more days for new years and I am trying not to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5228955851072242965?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5228955851072242965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5228955851072242965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5228955851072242965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5228955851072242965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-1-and-half-years-later.html' title='Almost 1 and half years later...'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4879324030941186995</id><published>2008-12-11T19:52:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:06:26.106+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trickling Only</title><content type='html'>*Ponders over what to write*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Christmas shopping with two of my housemates a little while ago, or at least that is what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are still out and I came back a little more than an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas spirit suffered today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, I, no longer like other human beings, have 24 hours in a day. More like 12-14 hours per day. The rest are what I call them, 'crippled hours.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the degradation in the quality and the quantity is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I tell you, I quit smoking. It has been approximately, 19-20 days. There are instances when I crave for one, just one, but not strong enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4879324030941186995?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4879324030941186995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4879324030941186995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4879324030941186995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4879324030941186995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/12/trickling-only.html' title='Trickling Only'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-853215794760774433</id><published>2008-12-08T21:44:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:49:20.032+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought a new wallet today... Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching a movie tomorrow first thing in the morning = CHEESE POPCORN... Super Joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I am extremely logical. Every post of mine follows a logic. Some how I can't seem to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My first post without a title. It's a change and it's bothering me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-853215794760774433?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/853215794760774433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=853215794760774433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/853215794760774433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/853215794760774433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-bought-new-wallet-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2613552128260490840</id><published>2008-12-06T22:56:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:13:00.640+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired Soul</title><content type='html'>I thought I could borrow some inspiration.. Thanks to the space I just read.. Not for the content, but for posting. In case I didn't make sense, I apologize, it's 12 30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently had a presentation on proper English usage. Gosh! I have completely forgotten my basics to a point where the class really bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to wonder whose at fault. Read the following dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A: I want to go clubbing today and you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B: I'm going with my friend to Fusion Lounge. Join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A: I don't like the crowd there. You guys go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sometime later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B: Hey my plan with friend is scrapped. Let's go clubbing. By the way, I chugged three glasses of wine and it's kind of hitting me. And, I have a headache, so I am going to sleep wake me up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A: Ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A calls to wake up B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B still has a headache and asks to be given ten more minutes. After ten minutes B informs that B can't go clubbing because B is feeling very sleepy. A puts the phone down on B's face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person C messages: So are you guys going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B messages: I want to go clubbing with Person A except I have a bad headache and I am quite sleepy. A put the phone down on my face. Whatever, I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Person B had chugged wine and since B didn't have a very good drinking capacity got a little more high than assumed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Person A was out shopping and because B told A that they will go clubbing, A hurried shopping and reached home quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Person B didn't know about the shopping bit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Person A does not drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2613552128260490840?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2613552128260490840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2613552128260490840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2613552128260490840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2613552128260490840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/12/inspired-soul.html' title='Inspired Soul'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4806417249829047009</id><published>2008-11-30T18:25:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:43:54.218+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Time</title><content type='html'>Yeaha.. Cuckud was procrastinating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I was at Vishakhapatnam.. It was Divya's (classmate) brother's wedding.. I pretty much died with fright that what if repeat what if there were things that I do not quite appreciate.. But it was the most fun thing ever.. (check facebook for pictures and videos) We just went mad during the train journey, dancing and eating yummy food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had class with Mr. Das.. It was a solid six hours session.. The idea of having class on a saturday morning was not fun but few lines I got to hear about me first thing in the morning were totally fun and hence I totally didn't mind the class.. Even otherwise actually I think, I would survived farely well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I have been having a lot fun with my friends.. A lot!! except yesterday evening clubbing turned out a little boring.. It was my idea to go to this club called 'Kosmo' because otherwise its usually 'Taika' that we go to.. What I liked was that my friends came and tolerated a boring saturday party.. What I didn't like were the post party reactions.. Lets not get into explanations now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, it has been a long time.. (3 years by next april or june) I have a friend from high school.. Currently, a very good friend of mine.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4806417249829047009?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4806417249829047009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4806417249829047009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4806417249829047009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4806417249829047009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-time.html' title='Update Time'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-91837314781399779</id><published>2008-11-17T18:32:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:44:43.586+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>I just broke a toe nail... the longest one.. it seemed like almost half of it was gone so I was hoping for a painful and gory pulling off with some red of that nail except nothing happened.. it came off peacefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Clubbing at Taika.. too crowded.. too many random intruders.. not fun and disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Clubbing at Taika.. not too crowded.. met a friend whose leaving on thursday to Saudi.. emm new friend.. emm random friend.. lot of fun and fun... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current time (8:10 p.m.): assignment time.. facebook dominates.. hunger dominates.. laziness is the king of domination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh results came out day before if I remember correctly.. I was stuck at the very same place.. got 68% again.. people think its too good considering the amount of papers I had and  my HOD is in love with me.. she thought I was spectacular..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and bellowed for an hour and I loved to hear good things about me.. I have one more semester and more papers than previous semester to go about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not perfectly at ease but I think I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-91837314781399779?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/91837314781399779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=91837314781399779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/91837314781399779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/91837314781399779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-336714978197485359</id><published>2008-11-11T18:41:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:52:31.735+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nai - Nai Became</title><content type='html'>Hey nai - nai just means a shower.. (In my case, a bath :P)&lt;br /&gt;With gifts.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a yellow t-shirt and a yellow belt courtesy Sneha and Vanessa respectively.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been peaceful... but I can't seem to say Thank God.. I do feel bad about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should read more books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got news about my best friends at a different cross..eeeps.. Did I speak too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's a 'bandh' means chuti chuti chuti from college.. Wait its not confirmed.. Have to wait till the morning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-336714978197485359?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/336714978197485359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=336714978197485359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/336714978197485359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/336714978197485359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/11/nai-nai-became.html' title='Nai - Nai Became'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-8625758262644372955</id><published>2008-11-09T11:01:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:18:35.099+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Publicity</title><content type='html'>I looked all around... Yeah I was surrounded by it. Definitely, I was the first one to find out but now there are more and more people who know about it. Most of them say the same thing and I convince them back in the same manner.. They are not really convinced but that's a different thing.. We usually leave it to let it be for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to my dearest goats, noisy little kids, random guys who find only our flat below which they want to stand and try some stuff with their bike (basically make noise...) and my unexpected best friends.. Yes, I started already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sort of missing college and some friends here and cannot wait for the results.. Come out already, will you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I already wrote to a friend.. My trip felt like the blink of an eye but nevertheless it was obviously a lot of fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about updating even when you have absolutely nothing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gone to get a life*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-8625758262644372955?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/8625758262644372955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=8625758262644372955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8625758262644372955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8625758262644372955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/11/publicity.html' title='Publicity'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-7606963667688079134</id><published>2008-10-15T21:28:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:21:51.197+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Finally Count :)</title><content type='html'>Yeah so today after a week of running around, they finally told us that we cannot write the additional english supplementary paper.. They are busy people and they cannot reset and reschedule an entire paper just for the three of us despite the fact that it was the english and the examination department's fault.. Ok stop! this after ages and after recurring blah posts, is meant to be a happy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said the good thing out of the whole shit with additional english paper is that I can finally count days.. 18th morning dude.. Inshallah.. Cuckud isa in the emirates flight to Dubai... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats not the reason why I came to blog.. I mean yes that is a big deal but something really small and sweet touched me today... So you know I am the senstive and the emotional types and all.. No, really, I haven't been the lucky kind to have really sweet people around me but today I just got a dose from a few of them... 4 to be precise... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... For so many people that I have met do not seem to register or feel an imapct by an everyday trivial matter which involves the goodness on someone else's part. Or, maybe, they do not make a prominent acknowledgment.. For me, it's different and I simply love it when I am subjected to such an event in life.. I have to mention it, at least here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I write, because I owe you a thanks today! Sacchi and Meaning Wala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-7606963667688079134?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/7606963667688079134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=7606963667688079134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7606963667688079134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7606963667688079134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-finally-count.html' title='I Can Finally Count :)'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4083137260770842046</id><published>2008-10-09T16:51:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:11:23.514+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dusshera!</title><content type='html'>You thought Ganesh Chaturthi was bad? Guess what today is 'Happy Dusshera!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trauma I felt today is something that I had never experienced in a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tornado of tears, the breathlessness like a candle flickering before its about to die out, the shivering like a mobile phone vibrating, and the abuses and the curses which could challenge the Satan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only knew about how Dusshera is going to be, I wouldn't have fought with Ganesh dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have abnormal psychology.. I had only one more chapter before I would be done and only revision would have been left.. But yeah they chased me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recall that image, the image of celebration... Some blurred lights and the king of lights in the  centre.. There was quite a bit of red and a lot of blurred white.. The sounds I had drained out using my mp3 but I could still hear a little like they were many a doors (shut) away and were opening that one door at that time in slow motion.. The rest of the doors they would have opened by now but I escaped in a vehicle named auto rickshaw which fleeced me off by 6 rupees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel a headache coming... No it can't come because I still have studying to do! Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Dusshera... I am happy for Lord Ram who defeated Ravana and returned to Ayodhya today, some zillions of years ago..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4083137260770842046?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4083137260770842046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4083137260770842046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4083137260770842046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4083137260770842046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-dusshera.html' title='Happy Dusshera!'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-193336836444110639</id><published>2008-10-09T16:43:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:50:03.325+04:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Thought</title><content type='html'>Friends... Do they even exist?&lt;br /&gt;The smallest portion I can think of... Maybe..?&lt;br /&gt;So that is also a doubt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you, it's just you at the end of the day..&lt;br /&gt;And from the beginning till you reach the end,&lt;br /&gt;you maybe lucky that things happen your way&lt;br /&gt;or you are the compromising fool,&lt;br /&gt;or the dominant personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutuality never lasts forever..&lt;br /&gt;Not even for the small portion..&lt;br /&gt;In that case, mirror will be my best friend forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man is a 'social' animal..&lt;br /&gt;So the rest are ice cubes that&lt;br /&gt;you form and have till they melt away&lt;br /&gt;and then it's the end of the day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-193336836444110639?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/193336836444110639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=193336836444110639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/193336836444110639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/193336836444110639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-i-thought.html' title='As I Thought'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5691563105537130211</id><published>2008-09-29T21:42:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:58:21.548+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>I just found out today that I didn't know where Oxford and Howard universities are... At that time it was a big shock for the people around me and I realized that I was quite embarrassed.. well ok so I never thought about it! whatever! talk about escapism... :P tsk tsk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i learnt two new words today... queasy - feeling sick and gunk - any sticky or greasy residue or accumulation... wait i did not learn them.. I was merely notified about their existence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have started playing basketball again with a classmate (Sneha).. feels great to be playing again... except waking up early is such a drag... well its always been... but who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey film got over... practicals went very well...it finally came to be called "Vigilante".. its ironic but as much as I hated the stress while we were busy with film, I totally miss it now.. there are still a few changes to be made and we are hopefully entering it into lot of festivals... lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I can't wait to finish my exams and fly off to Dubai...shit and I feel the need of a countdown... 18 days more... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Off to wash her plate*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5691563105537130211?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5691563105537130211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5691563105537130211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5691563105537130211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5691563105537130211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/09/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1772333428113971322</id><published>2008-09-20T22:51:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:04:54.460+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was MY DAY</title><content type='html'>And the trauma continues... I always keep saying "I know I am jinxed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the jinx proved itself.. actually starting yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganesh dude seems to have gone home some 5 days back.. but the torture doesn't seem to cease..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th September, 2008 -Indranagar - Anup's place - Editing - Boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th September, 2008 - Indranagar - The Village - Vanny's treat - Boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th September, 2008 - Vasant Nagar - Home - Ran from Vanny's treat - Boom!&lt;br /&gt;(Note - I confirmed the situation in Vasant Nagar before i left.. It was just nice enough to start 10 minutes after i reach home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th September, 2008 - M. G. Road - On the way to Taika - Before clubbing - Single Boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th September, 2008 - Vasant Nagar - Home - Returning from clubbing - Boom!&lt;br /&gt;(Note - I confirmed the situation again.. And yet again it was nice enough to start 5 minutes after i reach home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what turning deaf feels like.. I wonder what dying of a heart attack feels like :P I wonder how the whole therapy business works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming soon... If this is the way it goes, then possible distinction bye-bye for one more semester..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, Cuckud turns her back to the world..! Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1772333428113971322?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1772333428113971322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1772333428113971322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1772333428113971322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1772333428113971322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-my-day.html' title='Today Was MY DAY'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-7339421369191323133</id><published>2008-09-14T18:07:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:40:34.728+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Letter To 'You'</title><content type='html'>If you exist, you jolly well read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do need to realize that I am not a fucking weila loser. I am neither going to sit in this bloody room every evening till about 1 a.m. in the morning in the constant fear of something happening or blasting my poor ears with music for hours at a stretch and turning myself deaf..Nor can I keep blasting my ears every time I enter and exit Vasant Nagar or my house in Vasant Nagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not my brilliant choice of shifting here in this shit hole home country of mine for education. Also, right now when I think, I have enough issues to take care of related to college and other small random ones. I CLEARLY DO NOT need the brownie of you know what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live in this constant fearful life ok! Do u even know the 'L' of living in a life of this kind? Do you know what it feels like? Do you how the ego hurts when you have soo much of it and don't know where to shove it at times like these? How many of us do you think like blocked noses and swollen eyes? A day of torture... Another...Another...and Another....Who the hell do you think I am to go on and on and on and hear the freaky losers of my area at it and get freaked out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it!! Excuse me??? who the fuck are you to tell me to face it and why should I when I wasn't the one who built it in me... Why should I compromise everyday on random things and other celebrations and whatever because of some non living thing that break dances in the sky or does the snake dance on the floor...And while its at it, it screams out "Look at me..Look at me...I am so cool" Fuck you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be wise and keep on reading the signs of my body..... Shakira... right now the beats from the song and the beats outside seem to mix and.... no fighting...no fighting... (music continues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz tomorrow...you think you are going to be nice enough and let me study? because I am not the kind who can study with music in my ears.. As I see it, morning is my only best friend right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, with lots of love (that's combining all that I have given out so far to everyone possible and whatever I have at this point of time) FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-7339421369191323133?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/7339421369191323133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=7339421369191323133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7339421369191323133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7339421369191323133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-letter-to-you.html' title='My Letter To &apos;You&apos;'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-3337466446875468339</id><published>2008-09-08T20:14:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:31:15.321+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganesh Dude Does The Salsa</title><content type='html'>Yuppp...you won't believe how traumatized i have been since the last week.. yeah man... in the name of ganeshji, all the freaky losers of our beloved country are making my life a prettyness hell! ok ok i am talking about Bangalore. I have shifted to Vasant Nagar and as much as i like the fact that i am here, i totally hate it at the same time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film progess is going great. Can't wait to see it. Shooting was damn tiring but that much of fun. 12 hours of super cool efforts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneha's birthday treat was damn nice. Food was heaven. Her mum is adorale. lol. She and sana were damn understanding about the bitch of my life, so happy came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetite is gone for a toss. All i think about is sleeping. And now i am just blabbering so i will just stop. I wanted to whine about Ganesh Dude festival and consequences on my life so aaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-3337466446875468339?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/3337466446875468339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=3337466446875468339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3337466446875468339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3337466446875468339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/09/ganesh-dude-does-salsa.html' title='Ganesh Dude Does The Salsa'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-11293962629715959</id><published>2008-08-21T21:43:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:30:35.288+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gets Better Everyday</title><content type='html'>I still think its damn funny because while i do other random things, i have millions of thoughts running through the head.. i filter them while they come and sort of collect a few which i think are worthy enough to put it here.. but as soon as i see the pretty blank space where you can write a new post, whooosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a weird thing knocked in the head...while heading back home from sigma mall, while i was in the auto, i told the rick guy to take a u-turn at this one point.. and i continued to give him an explanation as to why i 'told' him to take a u-turn but in my head..(the reason i gave him an explanation is because one of the previous times when i was headed back and kept directing the auto guy, hes like madam i know the way..) and while i was talking to the former rick guy in the head, for a second, i couldn't differentiate the fact that i told him to take a u-turn or spoke that also in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.dictionary.com has become my new best friend...sometimes i look up things that i do know that i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain amount of depersonalization...i do not get excited for the most things that i think i would get excited for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i have another best friend...My Ego...the freak is damn persistent..won't budge only...we have tiffs, lot of them, but because the situation calls for it and as soon as its over, it will come running back and hug my thoughts so tightly that i feel guilty that i disappointed my ego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now, get scared of people who talk around me..what if the next word or sentence they are going to say is something that i don't understand or know..i am damn conscious  of spellings, vocabulary and the best - pronunciations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last weekend was a long one because of independence day.. did absolutely nothing fruitful of course, felt useless and bored but one phone call totally random made my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i blame my family background, sometimes Dubai, sometimes i think its just an articulation problem and other times i am not sure what i thought which came and went and i didn't even realize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its irritating.. i do things and can almost imagine the consequences..most of the times, the expected happens...other times its different... i still do those things..like if it has come, it has to be done.. yayi!! i am back rhyming  for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its damn funny..right now i know what i am thinking but it doesn't bloody flow out of the brain area and reach the fingers so that they can type.. but they still type assuming this is what it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat..Repetitions..Repeat...Repetitions... and the usual, i see Meenal standing over my head and just smiling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-11293962629715959?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/11293962629715959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=11293962629715959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/11293962629715959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/11293962629715959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/08/gets-better-everyday.html' title='Gets Better Everyday'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2680227823812062300</id><published>2008-08-16T12:55:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:27:34.289+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ssshhh...Calm!</title><content type='html'>Neutrality.&lt;br /&gt;Stress.&lt;br /&gt;Isolation.&lt;br /&gt;Ego.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Naivety.&lt;br /&gt;Hut.&lt;br /&gt;Relations.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your palms child :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2680227823812062300?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2680227823812062300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2680227823812062300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2680227823812062300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2680227823812062300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/08/ssshhhcalm.html' title='Ssshhh...Calm!'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-776305207228840239</id><published>2008-07-24T18:07:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:27:09.519+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Know This Would Happen</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i never xpected myself to abandon the blogsphere fer almost 3 mnths.. i dunno...either i lost the drift of reportin every random thing or my life has been uneventful from the last post orrr hey wait i didnt hav internet access here until recently...watever...moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester opened with a lot of hopes coz we r makin a film diz year....u no how i hate misleaders coz dats a form of lying and dats xactly wht happened....my colg....freakss...wait i think i wud call dem FREAKS!!! yeah much better... sooo all the papers wich we thought we had xemption frm hav to b ritten diz sem and the next sem...wich means we hav 10 papers to rite this n next sem...look the problem is not freakin out bout passing u no...i m sorry but i m quitee smart... the problem is givin us hopes wid sayin we r xempted and den bang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i seem to b gettin better wid every sem....no actually i have screwed my tests i feel but i got an A++ fer a review of Pather Panchali.. (a bengali movie we watched recently) mine was the best in class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now life's pretty much bout psychology and literature wich is quite sad...however, abnormal psychology keeps gettin better wid every class...i cant believe how much i can relate to every disorder we r being taught....lol yeah i no its not a gud thing...but at the same time its fun...in the sense to let ur imagination run wild...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pointed out by a frd, a little wile ago, i m suddenly conscious of how big my paunch is....so i m gonna start dieting...i duno wht kind and how long it will last but i wana surprise a few ppl...and frm next post onwards, i will rite in proper english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-776305207228840239?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/776305207228840239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=776305207228840239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/776305207228840239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/776305207228840239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-didnt-know-this-would-happen.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Know This Would Happen'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5633782443723529593</id><published>2008-05-03T02:10:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:30:22.685+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>She choked the baby for a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baby started crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caressed the baby.."how can i do this to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby stoped crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Repeat process*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Memory*&lt;br /&gt;*Reality of a time or an Overactive Imagination*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5633782443723529593?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5633782443723529593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5633782443723529593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5633782443723529593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5633782443723529593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/05/weird.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5192786590213768682</id><published>2008-05-01T00:22:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:35:03.116+04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Usual</title><content type='html'>I m back to saying 'am i jinxed or am i jinxed?!!! damnit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, i hav a baddd cold wich entered my nose today mornin....oh n i m not attacked by one but 2 'Cs' one is cold n other one is chums... yayiii!!! The sound of 2 Cs reminded me of psychology..nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, why do u think i m not surprised dat outta all my friends i m the only one whoz not got an internship yet...a frd asked if i wana do pr but hell i m not sure man...n i dun hav time or choice to think u no...ders another fer online advertising but ders no guarantee dat i can get that...n the best is i don't get advice frm anyone...not a decision but how bout a suggestion u no...dats not too much to ask fer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to irritate, no matter how hard i try to post sumthin worthwile to read,  i end up putting whine posts or rather dese days dey r not xactly whining but informative problem posts...omgg i m too much..i think my cold has gotten to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite... i think dats best right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5192786590213768682?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5192786590213768682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5192786590213768682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5192786590213768682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5192786590213768682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-usual.html' title='As Usual'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-707906484912855546</id><published>2008-04-23T01:16:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:40:04.738+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Stealer</title><content type='html'>So i am back since the 20th mornin..yea 2 days...n today i went to play bball wid my gang....cant tell u how kewl it felt...really now...but newaz wen i got back, as usuall the parkin was sucha prick below ma house...today cuckud fought wid a man in parkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i was in the 1st lane fer parking. i was driving slowly wen i saw a car cumin out behind...so i check if the car wich was a lil away frm the former car was plannin to park n it totally didnt seem like it...well he had his headlights off and he didnt indicate anddd he made no attempt to move closer to the car coming out...hence, i reversed ma car to park, gave indication and waited...as soon as the merc got out, this freak had the audacity to conviniently ignore my indication, my non - stop blarin of horn (courtesy wich crowd of some 3-4 collected) at him and parks in 'suppose to be my parkin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he didnt lisn i got down frm my car n went to giv him a piece of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal: dunt u hav no sense...how can u jus get in there n park...didnt u see ma car waitin der? i was indicating and i was honkin fer so long....u didnt even seem to hear dat n how can u jus park like diz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking Stealer: Wht i was waiting behind since a long time..i saw the parkin gettin empty so i came and parked ma car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal: Excuze me! u did not indicate n i reversed first n indicated..so i shud b goin in there..u cannot jus conviniently drive in there and park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking Stealer: But i was waitin fer a long time n i came so now wht u want me to do... (starts to roll up the window)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal: (a slight pause..completely taken aback by his manner) (voice raised) u hav absolutely no respect fer women...this is shit...(walks but looks back n screams freak at him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Man startin to get out to go...crowd starin at the tiny 5 feet gurl and murmuring...meenal goes back to car to leave...hears police whistle...looks around...doesnt see ne1 but police dude cums to her window askin wht happnd...meenal repeats the incident...one person frm crown backs up her story..police dude asks parking stealer to back out the car..parking stealer does so without any complaint or even a word..meenal parks...comes out n from crowd guy who backed up and another guy were conversing bout the incident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Guy: Woh aadmi kab se khada tha...actually ussi ka parking tha...woh pehele se khada tha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(meenal gives previous guy a look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowd Guy: (turns to meenal) u r lucky u got parking coz otherwise it is very difficult over here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(meenal feels like laughin coz she drives and parks der almost everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal: its not bout luck or nethin...dat guy didnt show indication, didnt even cum forward or nethin...i checked dat frm my mirror and den only i backed up fer parking and indicated...after dat he cannot jus cum der n park...his name aint ritten der or sumthin...its bout that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowd Guy: yeah dats why i favoured u wen the policeman asked no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenal: yeah i no....(shrugs n starts to walk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy 150th post to ma bloggie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-707906484912855546?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/707906484912855546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=707906484912855546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/707906484912855546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/707906484912855546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/04/parking-stealer.html' title='Parking Stealer'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-8153814142103582708</id><published>2008-04-02T20:31:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:40:04.058+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ting Tong</title><content type='html'>Once in a while i jus tend to have dese weird days n thoughts fer np apparent reason...yeah since ysterday i m havin one of those days agn... :P haha dat cracked me upp....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll i read a few thingis, i remembered a few thingis and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish u were a 'little' like wht u were before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i cud undo the horrible things i did frm my part to u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had learnt my person lesson earlier in life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i still, no matter wht, as usual, am proud of myself....da greatly proud is yet to cum but i do luv meself despite all the shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - the 'U's in the 1st two wish statements are 2 different ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-8153814142103582708?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/8153814142103582708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=8153814142103582708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8153814142103582708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8153814142103582708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/04/ting-tong.html' title='Ting Tong'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-7950057493903389035</id><published>2008-04-01T13:27:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:29:45.611+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Non - Teenage Gurl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Heylooo.....i hav been quite lazy dese days...sheesh...well lets c....cuckud turned 20 on monday, 31st march...lot of fun came....at 12 i was bizi studyin the general well-being experiment from my psychology record book....den the gang cums in wid a cutee card and hersheys chocolates....nish n farz gave me cards too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bday mornin cuckud woke up n dressed all pretty in red shalwar kameez...alll confident fer the practical xam wich went really well n i will b so disappointed if i get nethin less dan 23.....i was surprized with number of ppl frm my class who new it was my bday but habbie came...after xam, at sneha' pg we were deciding on a place to go fer lunch...20 feet high was the chosen one...i got my 1st gift fer the day in her pg dat time...genelee got me a 'yellow' :) folder n a pretty book of handmade papers...of course the yellow handmade paper luks the prettiest....sitara, sneha, sana and aditi gave me a pretttyyy bedspread (informed recently dat it aint bedsheet) since i m movin to me new flat by tomm hopefully.... the above mentioned names + nish, van, farz,  mridula and paddy - all of us went fer a yum n huge lunch at 20 feet high...ohh i got my first cake fer the day...tiramisu and a fruit punch...extremely yum was not the phrase fer it! :D habbie came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i got home wid nish, farz and van after a heavy lunch..wham! happy bday to uuu....da gang waitin in the house wid a sexi chocolate cake....saphro of course did the honours of messin ma face...spl thnks to BD fer completely messin ma hair...dey alll gav me a bean bag..so i finally hav my own bean bag... yipeeiiiiii.... :D vanny gave me yellow mugs....one fer display and one fer use...so yayiiiii agn...smiley mugs btw....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evenin house party was fun.....boooze, music and fooling arnd....sumone, a prick did ruin it and i cant tell u how i wanted to whack dat person but well i cudnt do much...damnit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall - a success.....happpy came the whole day....quite a few unexpected wishes and loads of expected wishes didnt cum in...its ok not dat i care too much but i definitely wudnt mind mentioning this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, CuCkUd has completed her teenage years nd moved to bein a kiddish adult...pffttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but i totally wana thnk alll my frds who made diz one special fer me....! luv ya guys, mwah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Habbie Bday to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-7950057493903389035?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/7950057493903389035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=7950057493903389035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7950057493903389035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7950057493903389035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/04/non-teenage-gurl.html' title='Non - Teenage Gurl'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1948720398066742648</id><published>2008-03-21T20:45:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:16:48.425+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delays But Heylo</title><content type='html'>Lot of things happenin around me and with me...i was meant to b blogging since a long time bout  lot of things of wich i think i hav forgotten quite a few of them... :P well lets c...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seniors farewell wich happend ysterday dats the 20th march, also the last official working day of colg was a blast....we created diz kewl party atmosphere, food was decent and we all went mad dancin on so many tracks...towards the end so many seniors got senti n how i pictured myself in a similar situation next year...argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 19th we had agn wid the seniors gone fer clubbin at 'The Beach'...so now i no one more club in blore..dat agn was a lot of fun...it was ladies night and we got free drinks... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe in like little more than 2 mnths i will b in my final year of graduation...damn n here i do not wana grow up dude....shit time surely is runnin.... :( newaz its towards the end of sem right n we hav all  da big daddies coming....working for the radio show dese days...i feel so ignorant wen i see the amount my friends no....but i make myself happy wid the fact dat i m a tech-savvy person...nd dats my forte! nevertheless it's amazingly fun... den psychology practicals will b happenin right on my birthday! how kewl is dat...but the next practical xam after dat will b on the 5th april hopefully so atleast me n few more ppl can hav fun on my bday...yayiii....i m kinda sad...i will officially finish wid my teen years...damn...how i hate u time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's whts latest..i found a flat today...so starting april i will b livin by meself in a one bedroom flat on nandi durga extension road in jay mahal area...its a terrace flat...whieee....i think i m quite lucky wid this flat n pg business considerin how other ppl whom i hav seen lukin fer places hav struggled...i m a little apprehensive but well i believe in the whole until n unless u try it, how u gonna find out dude...so widout further thinkin cuckud isa outta chakravarthy house...Anddd 20th april dude i m goin back to my 1st paradise fer vaccation...whieee....diz will offcially b my last vaccation as far as havin a livin family in dubai coz den my folks r shiftin to bombay so i will bcum bombay chick den....haila!!! :P lol.....but newaz i can't wait to go back...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i m done fer now...if i remember more, i shall cum n enlighten u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Toilet cleaning time* Sheesh!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1948720398066742648?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1948720398066742648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1948720398066742648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1948720398066742648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1948720398066742648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/03/delays-but-heylo.html' title='Delays But Heylo'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2002141483224257247</id><published>2008-03-06T17:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:30:16.252+04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rantings</title><content type='html'>You no one of the important things to do wen u hav to create sumthin is to structure ur thought process well wich helps to score a brownie and also helps to make it much easier by the way..well here i m quite confused right now..i hav a not-so-interesting assignment to do wich is similar to wht i had done in my 2nd sem, only here it will b used for sumthin else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like hypocrites..i managed to find diz sort of a hypocrisy in one of my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i saw a dead dog today...think bcoz i m not sure if it was dead yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sumtimes feel i m not one the most typical media student..its sad and it sucks..sumtimes almost bad as bein a 'black-spot' on ne media student.. :( like diz ignorant fool i m wht to do..but agn i cannot possibly think of seeing myself in any other field. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day jan n me went to coffee world bcoz of my super craving fer those amazing waffles nd i discovered a new loue frm this place - Belgian Chocolate...*orgasmic* aaahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the ricks here and the new increased fares..radio guest lecture was kaka today..creativity didnt flow..i luvvv ice candies...i feel quite lost now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2002141483224257247?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2002141483224257247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2002141483224257247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2002141483224257247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have always been the kind who wudnt waste too much money on watchin films in theatre..atleast in dubai...but den after i shifted here it continued till last week since wen i dun mind watchin every movie in theatre...not dat i m doin dat but after jodha akbar dat day, today i went fer P.S. I Love You wid saphy, sneha and jan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a great jodha akbar, evn diz movie was like amazin....i mean i no i suck wen it cums to critiquing sumthin but nevertheless, dis movie jus felt really gud to watch..der r soo many places wer u go awww and how sweet n how thotfull and all dat jazz...der was jus one scene wer 1 and a half tears (left eye jus got wet and tear did not completely roll down like the right eye) came...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nachos in pvr taste much better dan in fun cinemas...oh we jus made it in time u no...traffic and its pollution sucked today...but agn if u hav experienced so much of dubai traffic, it feels nuthing...but pollution!!! *cough..cough...cough....!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172879319286533426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R8nCVXQJzTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dgO4kGnWIlY/s320/PS_i_love_you_166064b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - Gerard Butler is HOT! *drools*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-3970712407005981064?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/3970712407005981064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=3970712407005981064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3970712407005981064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3970712407005981064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/03/p-s-i-love-you.html' title='P. S. I Love You'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R8nCVXQJzTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dgO4kGnWIlY/s72-c/PS_i_love_you_166064b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-8385641468796345756</id><published>2008-03-01T00:03:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:24:50.649+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>One of my cousin sent me 3 snaps of me wile i was sum 1 or 2 years old...damn i can't believe how cute i was u no...check dem out...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172497019952549122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R8hmonQJzQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GBvfP3ahJbs/s320/meenal+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(no dat aint my parents...from left top - bina (bua), aunty, uncle..da kids frm left - my sister and 2 cousins n da cute lil thing in dungrees is 'ME' lol)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172497698557381906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R8hnQHQJzRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KJ7Eb0Cvnd4/s320/meenal+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;( heheh horsie ride...)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172498338507509026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R8hn1XQJzSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mAsSVJayKY4/s320/meenal+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(finally the serious xpression... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnite!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-8385641468796345756?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/8385641468796345756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=8385641468796345756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8385641468796345756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8385641468796345756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/03/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R8hmonQJzQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GBvfP3ahJbs/s72-c/meenal+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5093609171909108509</id><published>2008-02-29T23:28:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:01:49.354+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happie Blogger</title><content type='html'>After a spree of blah days wer i had completely over-stressed myself, i m soo happie dese days..for no apparent reason! i fool arnd a lot, trouble quite a few classmates and am not by meself most of the time...yea yea *pats back* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore one of my new tops today frm the recent 3000 ka shoppin i did...nd i got quite a few compliments on it...so happie came...and my ears were finally blessed wid sumthin dat i hadnt heard frm the time i moved to mounts..my name mentioned fer doin well in a paper fer tests n quizzes and assignments...today my prof. told me i hav done well in the 2nd internals test.. another happiee came...had sum free lectures today but we were meant to sit in class so during add. eng. few of us played ' revised' name, place, animal and thing and during comm. eng class few of us played english antakshri...it is a lot more difficult than the normal hindi one...but fun came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home also today, we were like making dances fer all those usual hip-hop songs and we shall put them to use in Tyca tomm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a weird realization hit me bout sumtime back...n its confusing...u no how i m bout bball yea? n der haznt bin much happenin wid it right now..n how i always thot dat i wana hav it as a career..a frd jus walled me n asked bout hows bball goin..so it kinda like hit me...its bin more dan a mnth since i played at all..lekin it hsnt botherd me too much..my obsession after all seems to b fadin away..i duno if its the whole bein in blore bit coz experiences here havnt been very gud n its like completely turned me off and i m cumin to dubai n der this tournament happenin n i m like dying to play it n last time i arranged my team n shit but this time i hav to like ask other chiks coz i cant b der wile we hav to register n all dat shit n i will b really upset if i dun end up playin it...&lt;br /&gt;So now i m confused if passion fer my game is goin fer a toss den it wud b a very disappointing thing coz i hav never felt so passionate bout nethin else so far and if dat is fadin away den i dunt hav a particular passion!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No but i m not gonna start wid deep pondering over the matter n findind an answer...i will rather let it cum to me n still take each day as it cums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait i m putting another post up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5093609171909108509?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5093609171909108509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5093609171909108509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5093609171909108509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5093609171909108509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/happie-blogger.html' title='Happie Blogger'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-6946427906796877905</id><published>2008-02-28T23:19:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:47:17.000+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jodha Akbar :)</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather useless day as far as classes were concerned.. for a change i reached colg before 8 30 bcoz i felt like bein der before the lecturer reached coz i m always like 5-7 ish mins late fer her class.. yep she picked today not to show up fer teaching...well but good fer the class coz we gave attendence n got a free hour...and few of us headed to our usual breakfast domain - canteen fer idlis :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours 2 and 3 happend...4th was environmental studies wich no1 attends and we were excused from the last 2 hours...so after 3rd hour damn we bcame freeee... :) since we had abundant time on our hands me, genelee, sneha, padidididiee (padma) and aditi went fer lunch to Casa Picolas..a veg macaroni salad and a chocolate marble cake served wid ice cream and life felt gooodd...lunch done and good-byes said, ppl headed back and i went to sigma mall to watch jodha akbar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think i wud do sumthin like go fer a movie all by myself coz i no a frd frm dubai who does dat n the first time i heard the idea, i was quite surprized...but it is no different from goin in a group...it was quite enjoyable...mebe if the movie dat i wud hav picked, sucked, den dat wud b a problem! but dude jodha akbar = :D and i m like really hooked on to the song; khwaja mere khwaja...and omg hrithik is very hot as usual....full on fun came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening was eventful as well....hats off to all the people who wash clothes fer a living...damn i m soo tired...oh i m gonna go all pretty to colg tomm... whieee...ok now i m jus blabbering...stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-6946427906796877905?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/6946427906796877905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=6946427906796877905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6946427906796877905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6946427906796877905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/jodha-akbar.html' title='Jodha Akbar :)'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-6343626464390892366</id><published>2008-02-26T19:13:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:37:04.413+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patient Fool</title><content type='html'>After getting done with two of my tests today by like 1 45 ish wich was btw psychology followed by general english, i headed to R R's Blue Mount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an eating place wich i prefer in vasanth nagar, (a famous lane also referred to loafer's lane) just opposite college, mainly for the veg cheesy boat that u get there. Right so i reached there at 2 00 wile der was only a small group of girls (it usually gets extremely crowded during lunch hours or right after a test or an exam gets over) and was the last one waiting at the counter till 2 25, by the time so many more came in and got wht they wanted and left also..welll i finally got the darned cheesy boat...now i duno if i m extremely dumb n dun make my presence felt dat i hav been waitin for so long or extremely patient as long as i get wht i really like eating in the end... oh another thing dat cheesy boat usually takes more time to be made than the other stuff..so can the shop n the ppl b excused for attending to me much later than i deserved simply bcoz it takes time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, i found a 50 bucks note on the road...lucky me :) ? well guess wht? yahaa i didnt take it...n i felt equally gud and bad bout myself at the same time... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved literature test tomm *shudders* and communicative english...oh but the last two...teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-6343626464390892366?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/6343626464390892366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=6343626464390892366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6343626464390892366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6343626464390892366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/patient-fool.html' title='The Patient Fool'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1495553585612859126</id><published>2008-02-22T21:26:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:47:34.115+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Transparent Blanket</title><content type='html'>In my class, people studying, people talking&lt;br /&gt;and some needing help and explaining.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to sit and write out my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dire need - to be heard, to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;I know the blame is mine for the identity of&lt;br /&gt;a recluse, but that's not what I was. That's&lt;br /&gt;what I have turned out to be. And even I&lt;br /&gt;have a blame to put on...You tell me who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever existing irony like a split personality,&lt;br /&gt;one is the strongest being alive who can walk&lt;br /&gt;long and far without a definite companion.&lt;br /&gt;The contrast asking for just one who can&lt;br /&gt;match how this mind works. Just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there are more than one and 'again'&lt;br /&gt;I am the culprit of alienation but 'again'&lt;br /&gt;I may not want to be blamed. This isn't raw&lt;br /&gt;but like an old wound scratched again and again&lt;br /&gt;and each time you can't do anything but see&lt;br /&gt;that oozing red, feel the shuffling tingle and&lt;br /&gt;accept the ugly mark that is left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity getting attributed to me by more&lt;br /&gt;and more of those 'supposedly normal mortals.'&lt;br /&gt;It is not so complicated my friend - just a&lt;br /&gt;difference in the frequency of those marbles.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's just that simple!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i no as emo as it can get but then agn its ok to voice out your thoughts in the most authentic form once in a while...rote it during a class..free class ok! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - its not any sort of poem...i jus like ritin it in paras for a change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1495553585612859126?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1495553585612859126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1495553585612859126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1495553585612859126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1495553585612859126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/transparent-blanket.html' title='A Transparent Blanket'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-8004204685426767171</id><published>2008-02-22T20:48:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:13:44.293+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick One</title><content type='html'>I really hope i dun turn anorexic or sumthin in the next approx. 1 year and 3 mnths dat i hav to be here...No i mean, u no how much food matters to me right n how i thoroughly enjoy all the diff kinda 'good' food dat i get to eat....but unfortunately our dearest india (specifically Bangalore since i m here right now) tends to be very 'hygenic' and pretty much maintains a regular record wer all the food joints ensure dat u find a strand of hair or a bug, or an ant or even sumthin else wich may look like a part of the dish itself but heehee...how bout playin surprise surprise... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newaz the point bein, i chose to order frm Dominos today after bein a regular customer of Pizza Hut for quite sumtime and with my usual bad luck and jinx n all those other jing bang terms i associate wid my luck, i 'just' found a microwaved black bug stuck to the crust of a slice.... *JOY* i m quite definite, if only that bug knew how fussy i can get bout the hygiene bit of my eatin business, it wud hav never thot of resting its pretty butt on the crust of that slice of mine...Well one slice wasted there..ey nd i still havent started practicin sadism but that bug was crushed and 2 of its legs were broken already (wait i dun remember if i broke them wile tryin to scrutinize and reach a conclusion bout whts perching on my pizza slice) and the remainin two were still stuck to their respective places...It had becum rather crisp (if i can use the word) from the heat of the oven ofcourse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not all btw...coz after that slice gone n the next slice eaten, i found a strand of hair on another slice..damn am i lucky or AM I LUCKY? but here the confusion is dat it may hav dropped from my own head and the length of the hair backs dat up but agn it was below the crust (i was eating stuffed crunch pizza) and ders no way it can crawl below the main surface right? and wht if the cook dude is a person who prolly has long hair (u wud consider my length of the hair, for a guy, long right!? and did not bother wearin his dat longish cook hat? (wht is it called, sumone???) and since i found the bug i can xaggerate and make a scene okay! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally giv credit to myself u no..i mean i logged in thinkin all i wana rite is i found a bug n a strand of hair in my pizza today and i cant believe how descriptive i can manage to get all the time n make a quick one quite time consuming... :D well who cares...&lt;br /&gt;2nd round of internals start tomm...*all the best*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C u in the next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-8004204685426767171?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/8004204685426767171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=8004204685426767171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8004204685426767171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8004204685426767171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/quick-one.html' title='A Quick One'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-6006065185084101762</id><published>2008-02-20T22:54:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:19:49.329+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curriculum on Sex Education - Seminar on 16th Feb, 2008</title><content type='html'>Like mentioned previously, i m back to rite bout our seminar wich we helped to organize in colg...it was a complete II PyEC creation alongwith our HOD.. :) glad to inform u once agn that it was a success and the presentation we gave went quite well... yeah so i wana mention it agn noo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started a lil later dan 9 and hey i was the person handling the laptop..i mean for those paper presenters...not dats how it was decided but i was edittin a few things for our presentation n i jus happnd to be sitting der n ended up handling the laptop..but i liked that..made me feel like diz total tech savvy chik... :P Da seminar was divided into 2 sessions...one, wich had 5 paper presenters - a filming followed by a talk, a gynecologist, a counseller, a teacher cum parent and a prinicipal (too lazy to mention their names.) Next we had a coffee break fer 15 mins where i didnt get to take a break coz we had to rehearse our presentation wich was the first thing right after the break in the 2nd session followed by jan n aditi's presentation...second last was a workshop wer the audience was divided into 3 groups ( curriculum development, methodology and implementation and barriers and possible solutions) and they had to discuss n cum up wid ideas...then one frm each group came and spoke out their findings....dat time i was bizi fooling arnd wid sanjana, alisha and sagari by clickin pics from sneha's laptop cam...and clickin solos n obessesing over myself..teehee...Finally, was but of course the vote of thnks...oh  i had a nice snack and coffee wile those ppl were bizi discussing abt their respective topics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost went to do our presentation for an all india seminar thingi but finally we didn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-6006065185084101762?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/6006065185084101762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=6006065185084101762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6006065185084101762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6006065185084101762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/curriculum-on-sex-education-seminar-on.html' title='Curriculum on Sex Education - Seminar on 16th Feb, 2008'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-169676039361155078</id><published>2008-02-20T22:49:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:53:55.142+04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bank Visit</title><content type='html'>Best Medicine - Laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Dress - Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Book - Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Sport - Duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend - Praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Judge - Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Gift - Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Student - Attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Lesson - Patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Food - Thought&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixed Deposit Matured...Cuckud isa rich gurl dese days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-169676039361155078?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/169676039361155078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=169676039361155078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/169676039361155078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/169676039361155078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-bank-visit.html' title='From Bank Visit'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2754643311988393149</id><published>2008-02-16T23:14:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:52:53.044+04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Love Those Conversations</title><content type='html'>Can i whine again? i mean its been a wile now hasn't it? Shut up! i will wenever i feel like and bout whtever i feel like.... HAH! yeah i was jus tryin to act all kewl with a i duno wht i wud call it kinda start.... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*admires the bruise caused by jan's brutal pinch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so cumin back to wht i wanted to voice out, i dun like dependin on ppl fer anythin...welll sumtimes it so happens dat i hav to depend on ppl fer sumthin n its not necessarily their fault dat dey cant b der fer dependancy but i still hav to blame it on them...not hinting to nethin in particular....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i hav been meanin to shift out of my current domain - the chakravarthy house bcoz i hav been cravin fer my individual space a lil too much these days...my first preference was movin into another flat but dat doesnt seem to b workin out...hence, i shall find myself a decent pg wich is close to colg and does not hav ne sort of too many rules besides the usual thingis of a pg..however, thnks to my dearest parents (especially mama comin to the rescue)  said if worse of worst (dats how its meant to be ritten?) situation comes den dey will let me find a flat n be on my own.... *chotu joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav never really been the kind who would appreciate family too much or spend enough time wid them...and i really feel disappointed sumtimes... i always hav given a lot of preference to my friends n i hav realized, especially after shiftin,how rong it has been on my part to do so...these days i  mean almost every time i get thingi bout issues or feel rather uneasy n disturbed i run online and hav a talk wid my mum....n i can't tell u the amount it always helps..i mean i jus start relaxing and smiling after i m done talkin wid her...oh boy! i hope my shifting business settles and wraps up quickly....i really hate hanging in the middle of sumthin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems bcoz of the kinda stress i hav been takin lately, i keep suffering frm dese random memory lapses n i m quite ignorant bout whts goin on arnd me unles sumone in particular comes and actually informs me bout it...oh on another random note, psychology quiz was a piece of cake n saph, malvika and jan had to treat me on chocolates fer helpin them in the quiz... :) even otherwise i hav been eating a lot of chocolates lately...i seriously think i m gona suffer frm diabetes and die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey the seminar on sex education was a success...i shall post bout it soon..lots of assignments i hav to do tomm so arghhhh!!! and i hav another quiz next week...*beloved literature..wild dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now i hav totally deviated frm my main topic so i will jus quit ranting....belated habbie bday to my x classmate from school - umme.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this post to my mama....muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*timeout*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2754643311988393149?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2754643311988393149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2754643311988393149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2754643311988393149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2754643311988393149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-i-love-those-conversations.html' title='How I Love Those Conversations'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-9061165248173933065</id><published>2008-02-14T21:03:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:02:28.807+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day? :P</title><content type='html'>How awesum can it get man...i mean i hav sumthin to blog bout almost everyday now....like since ysterday i hav a few fwrds wich i consider worth puttin up solely fer the fact dat dey made me feel nice wen i read them...well i m still debatin a lil but lets c...i m sure i will end up puttin dem :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after soo long i m gonna blog bout a typical annoyin but ok day i went thru...1st we had a quiz today in general english nd yes like i had planned to wake up at 4 n study didnt happen n i woke up only by like 6 30 - 7 ish...sooo yup hurried and not so thorough studyin alongwith honesty wile attemptin the quiz, i will get 4.5 outta 10 :( !! n noin the typical me n my attitude bout bein one of the best in 'whtever' i do, u can pretty much guess wht happnd...and den few of my classmates bcame the victims of my pissiness...aiween lyin in the background is the fact dat i m chummin so i m generally 'blugh' wile i chum...oh the g.e class ripped away the 1st 5 of the 15 mins break n i didnt get to eat my idli coz the canteen gets extremely crowded unless u reach like at the very beginning....i managed to buy a brownie from elsewer to soothe my boilin mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well next, comm. eng class provided temporary relief coz we got excused from the last 2 hours of colg wich were agn comm eng. and that hour we pretty much discussed bout the seminar...the piss off was dat yest i carried my laptop the whole day coz we were supposed to show the rough draft of our presentation to the HOD and she admitted to bein too tired at the end of the day and so, i carried my laptop agn today...well assured dat today we will show it no matter wht, otherwise i vouched to beat up sitara n amreen (classmates and presentation partners) fer my personal satisfaction, we didnt! (ok i didnt really beat dem up :P) and dat added to the pissiness of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the great :@ valentines day today n pretty balloons all over the place everywer! however i managed to hav a decent time (with no particular issues from my beloved little redies and whities with the exception of dem hangin all arnd me) wile we had lunch at Casa Picolas...den a pretty nap fer bout 2 hours calmed me to a great extent and i headed to coffee world alongwith sneha, genelee and paddy [padma (agn classmates)]...Genelee had suggested that the place had guudd waffles n we (sneha n me) were plannin to go der soon...i was persistent bout goin today coz i thot waffles wud work fab wid makin my mood better and FINALLYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no the post is gettin quite long n detailed (:P) but i jus feel like goin on typin...soo at coffee world i faced more pretty things but dey were hangin harmlessly and der was no tampering n hence no danger whtsoever...i pretty much fergot dat dey were arnd...oh btw der, me n paddy ordered waffles wid ice-cream (waffles had choco sauce served alongwith ice-cream and whipped cream..slurrp..slurrp.. :D), genelee ordered the original waffles wich was served with honey n luked rather golden and sneha ordered the valentines day special wich had 2 choco frappes (i took one) and waffles wid actual strawberries and its syrup ( i fergot the exact name)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like makin diz more n more expressive but den i will spare, whoever! BUT all of the above mentioned orders tasted 'EXTREMELY DELICIOUS' and were not charged at fancy prices...so after a helluva time der, we headed to our respective homes....well, we hav decided to visit it more often, the place...Fer me, i can say, those waffles totally saved the day today! dat rhymed :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i got home i found out that housemates were goin to pizza hut fer din-din n i cudnt go...wana guess the reason!!!? !$@#&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;^#!@&lt;/span&gt; newaz wile i m ritin all diz, i got 3 chocolates frm Mackintosh's Quality Street so yayi!! oh dey were sent by saph's sis fer valentines day...so thotful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, lookin with dread at the upcoming bizi weekend filled wid the seminar and quite a few assignments, i shall finally end it.... *joy to the world?!! :P *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - der seems to b a change in the spacing wile i rite here n i dun like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. - Yea Happy Valentines Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-9061165248173933065?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/9061165248173933065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=9061165248173933065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/9061165248173933065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/9061165248173933065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-p.html' title='Happy Valentines Day? :P'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1882439453447628884</id><published>2008-02-13T21:44:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:09:08.196+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Nails - Cold Coming</title><content type='html'>The weather is not so kewl in B'lore anymore... :( i mean it gets annoyingly warm sumwer from after 10 30 ish till prolly sun down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while we sat for our guest lecture (Session 3), the ac in the audio visual room was on...so  after like bout an hour and a half the room was pretty cool in a comfy way but dats fer me (i m a weird creature) and the rest of dem had bcum rather very cold....hands of my classmate sitting next to me bcame xtremely cold and now the kewl part was dat her nails turned quite blue....i assume and even hav been told earlier that it is a common thing dat happens to many ppl but i jus thot it wud b fun to capture a pic of those blue nails n put dem up...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MuuatIZlI/AAAAAAAAADg/Coy5qlT3rqY/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MuuatIZlI/AAAAAAAAADg/Coy5qlT3rqY/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166524572501567058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( dey luked quite blue wen i clicked dem...i duno how far has my fone camera done justification to dem... not very gud...tsk tsk)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MvWKtIZmI/AAAAAAAAADo/IzLbVtR_hfo/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MvWKtIZmI/AAAAAAAAADo/IzLbVtR_hfo/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166525255401367138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( how bout the close-up? yeah i think u can see the 'blueness' better here..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i no i seem to be on this spree of random updates but its impulsive wer i jus think i wana blog bout it...so i do n i like....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz tomm...arghhhh!!! mebbe i shud finally start but hah i m gonna wake up in the mornin n do it...*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gudnite..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1882439453447628884?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1882439453447628884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1882439453447628884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1882439453447628884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1882439453447628884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/blue-nails-cold-coming.html' title='Blue Nails - Cold Coming'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MuuatIZlI/AAAAAAAAADg/Coy5qlT3rqY/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1338571674901302424</id><published>2008-02-13T21:27:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:23:22.174+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Student</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of dogs on our colg campus....very frdly and running arnd ppl wid food. Once, long time back sumwer in third sem, i was really amused wen one of the dogs jus randomly came strolling in our class while it was in session and since i was not very used to sumthin like dat, i was surprised to see dat noone in class really paid attention to that....or rather reacted to it...well yea it is a common thing wich happens during our classes... however, since da 1st time till now, wenever a dog comes walking in, i always imagine wht wud it be like, if sumthin like diz happend in mahe... :P i duno i find the thot very amusing fer sum reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newaz today, during the 3rd hour which was literature btw...one of the dogs walked in and cozily settled below a bench, the same one, on wich i was sitting....so in between of lisenin in class, i kept checkin the dog below the bench...haahaha it was very cute fer sum reason....and da best part was wen i checked wile it was soooo cutely sleepin on the side leg wich connects the front leg of the bench to the back (if dat made sense).... i really wish i cud click a pic at dat time but i had to wait till the class got over nd by then it had shifted a lil, wasnt sleepin and was facin the other side...however, i still clicked a pic...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MsCatIZkI/AAAAAAAAADY/d5NbUj2KLfE/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MsCatIZkI/AAAAAAAAADY/d5NbUj2KLfE/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166521617564067394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(shit dogs can b soo cute...n i really wish i cud capture wen it was sleepin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1338571674901302424?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1338571674901302424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1338571674901302424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1338571674901302424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1338571674901302424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/doggie-student.html' title='Doggie Student'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MsCatIZkI/AAAAAAAAADY/d5NbUj2KLfE/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-6167679082119853794</id><published>2008-02-13T20:55:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:33:58.552+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Random Pics</title><content type='html'>I assume dese wud prolly b a common sight coz i took dem frm my super wall on facebook....but i thot i wanted to blog bout dem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MhuqtIZiI/AAAAAAAAADI/TVjWrebHF8I/s1600-h/2008_01_31_global_warming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MhuqtIZiI/AAAAAAAAADI/TVjWrebHF8I/s320/2008_01_31_global_warming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166510283145373218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(lol i think its a funny pic...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MiRatIZjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2RQrnm-Km84/s1600-h/2008_01_28_retards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MiRatIZjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2RQrnm-Km84/s320/2008_01_28_retards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166510880145827378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( For sum reason i find diz pic sooo adorable. and that line 'We all know one' tells me one person i know fer sure - myself :P :D but i dun mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done for now...Toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-6167679082119853794?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/6167679082119853794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=6167679082119853794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6167679082119853794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6167679082119853794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/interesting-random-pics.html' title='Interesting Random Pics'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7MhuqtIZiI/AAAAAAAAADI/TVjWrebHF8I/s72-c/2008_01_31_global_warming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5325589619438759437</id><published>2008-02-12T21:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:39:32.708+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Subject</title><content type='html'>Feb 11th, Monday (yesterday) my classmates and me found diz interesting note on the black-board in the Additional English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7HTY6tIZhI/AAAAAAAAADA/WhPHAYN3ybs/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7HTY6tIZhI/AAAAAAAAADA/WhPHAYN3ybs/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166142672599541266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( I hav this thing of ritin the date in the add. eng. class soo yeah dat date i wrote.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Genelee and Jan had diz discussion wer Jan suggested that they were sum motion notes that were available and sumone added the word 'loose' to it...i guess pretty obvious frm the pic coz the word loose is ritten in a different handriting...* Yes i want to mention ever detail of wht i m talkin bout...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav a Psycho project to complete and i m quite tired already from putting together the paper presentation for the sex education seminar on saturday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5325589619438759437?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5325589619438759437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5325589619438759437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5325589619438759437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5325589619438759437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-subject.html' title='The New Subject'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R7HTY6tIZhI/AAAAAAAAADA/WhPHAYN3ybs/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-486759350228941980</id><published>2008-02-07T14:47:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:56:06.781+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Belated Happie Bday!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe i forgot bout it....it was the 4th of november, 2007 dat my bloggie turned 2 years old...yea i no i make it sound like a babie but it is my babie...i wudnt no wht to do if i didnt hav my bloggie to rite on....well but how happie am i ....2 successful years... whieeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been kept frm bloggin fer random reasons like no internet on my laptop, my stupid sickness wich lasted a lil more dan a week, lack of time in a day and so on....but the other day i read a post on sarah's blog sayin her blog finished 2 years and ting! ting! ting! coz i jolly well remember i was the first one to start a blog among my school classmates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, a toast to my dearest bloggie; "Absolute Cuckudness" who has successfully taken all my pieces of randomness, emotional outbursts and talent (once in a while :P) for 2 whole years and a little more now, since i m so late....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa Luv! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drops Curtain*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-486759350228941980?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/486759350228941980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=486759350228941980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/486759350228941980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/486759350228941980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-belated-happie-bday.html' title='Long Belated Happie Bday!'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1498505294923406770</id><published>2008-02-07T13:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T13:57:55.559+04:00</updated><title type='text'>That One Odd Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slowly walking, hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling the silence along the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking and laughing away to glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just me and my good old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made a whole different world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of thoughts, emotions &amp;amp; aspirations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not many of the others knew her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was the best one she liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even i kept her discrepancy. Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little indifferent was she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It had become a routine from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afternoon till the high tides came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday for months now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was an 'odd' day when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that man came and asked;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Miss, everytime I come here I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see you walking along this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shore talking to yourself. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smiled at him, walked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked at my friend as she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;winked at me. We laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slowly walking, hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling the silence along the shore.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just me and my good old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made a whole different world.....&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had a poetry competition in colg...da winners wud get their work published in the colg magazine...i hadnt planned on enterin it coz i m not a very gud poet and specially not wen u r given random topics to rite bout on a random day...nevertheless, i went fer it and diz is wat i came up wid.... :P we were given two topics; freedom and friendship... even though diz is not one of my gud works, i kinda felt gud after ritin diz..it made me smile....few of my classmates who read it of course cud not possibly say dat it sucks (incase it does) and one frd thot it had guddd imagery....well newaz its one of my works so i still value it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1498505294923406770?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1498505294923406770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1498505294923406770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1498505294923406770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1498505294923406770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-one-odd-day.html' title='That One Odd Day'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-179493388413779341</id><published>2008-02-07T12:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T13:44:50.502+04:00</updated><title type='text'>South - West and All India University Basketball Women's Tournament</title><content type='html'>Long time since i blogged....well after i came back from my tournament, my laptop waznt detecting the wireless connection and i didnt wana blog frm another laptop...i dun get the feel of it...well da problem was solved and it was jus tht the internet button on my laptop had been disabled...damn technology amazes me...'a button' manage to cause a whole issue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin bout my trip to Andhra Pradesh, we went to Nellore...its a small town very different frm Blore....u cannot find stuff like corner house, pizza hut and all to spoil urself.... :P Let me begin frm the train journey....we travelled in a second class sleeper coach...i duno y but travellin in a train after soo long felt very gud fer sum reason...it was an overnight journey...neither the train nor the toilets were too bad...dat too i was chummin but unlike travelling by volvo which was sucha pain wile i was chummin, diz was pretty pleasant and i didnt hav issues as such....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna mention a day to day thing bout my enitre trip but den its been so long so i m gonna cut it short...1st day we did nudin but eat 4 meals a day n sleep...yaha frm the breakfast to the dinner, whtever dey were feedin us tasted really nice...i ate extremely well fer those 4 days...ok i was like xpectin lot of practices and matches to play but we hardly did much...we had 3 games outta wich 1st was a bye game coz blore uni was a winner frm last year so dey get the advantage or sumthin...2nd game was a walkover we got frm S. R. M. Chennai and the 3rd game we played (only game we played dat too only the 1st 5 players coz it was very close and da rest of us werent very well coordinated wid the main players...) was wid Pune University wich we lost by 4 points..score 25-21...yeha we lost at the knockout level....there was a lot of sidey crowd wich came to watch the games n i swear they were a royal pain...we got sum media coverage frm a local news channel... :P der was diz weird eliteness that we enjoyed bcoz we were frm blore...dun ask me how n why...but der was diz certain awe dat ppl were in of us... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the inauguration ceremony all the teams had to do a march past in the hot sun and den der were speeches by all the big shots of Nellore or A.P. whtever... dey released so many balloons in the air and der was a fireworks display (mornin..broad daylight !!!! :S) for 5 mins...yup i lost it at dat time though i had my mp3 music blaring in my ears...oh we played a frdly match agnst i fergot who fer sum 5-10 mins and dats da only time i got to play fer sum 40-60 secs.. :( der was diz camp fire dat was organized wer neone frm ne team could perform sumthin...i cudnt go fer it coz agn gud old fireworks fer no apparent reason were happenin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dats pretty much the notable events of the entire trip...as fer stayin every team was put in a classroom ( stayed in V. R. college) which had a huge, dusty red carpet laid..we had to spread a bedsheet or sumthin n sleep on the floor...der were INFINITE number of mosquitoes who bit the crap outta me thruout the trip..it was extremely annoyin..i duno how long will it b till all da marks can go away...usin coils dat dey provided and odomos wich i bought didnt seem completely enuf and i was still traumatized....1st day we when we jus reached, we counted 4 bats in the room...the corridors had big fat lizards here and der...cobwebs and one rat was also found...(corridors)..another significant irritatin thing was the toilets provision...takin shower was the pits as der was no hot water and the water provided waznt very clean... i occasionally kept findin used sanitary pads in the toilet or the bathing area...yuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day we managed to hire a 4-wheel Cheverolet and a semi-pro guide who took us arnd and showed us four temples...they were Peninsula Narsimha temple, Kamakshama temple, Ranganathan temple and Venkateshwara Swami temple...i no these r 4 names but one place i think had 2 temples...so yeah... check out sum pics i clicked...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R6rPNaqvCjI/AAAAAAAAACg/NC47Vym_djM/s1600-h/21012008359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R6rPNaqvCjI/AAAAAAAAACg/NC47Vym_djM/s320/21012008359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164167752137509426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(ready fer march past...each team had a chick clad in sum sari holdin the uni name board..)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R6rQNaqvCkI/AAAAAAAAACo/b1kJMFAUj6c/s1600-h/Nellore+da+toilets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R6rQNaqvCkI/AAAAAAAAACo/b1kJMFAUj6c/s320/Nellore+da+toilets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164168851649137218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(dese were one kind of toilets...da other toilets atleast had a door but dey were as dirty and sumtimes clogged...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R6rR2aqvClI/AAAAAAAAACw/JcmsdgRaRtw/s1600-h/Nellore+room+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R6rR2aqvClI/AAAAAAAAACw/JcmsdgRaRtw/s320/Nellore+room+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164170655535401554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this is the classroom wer we stayed and that red carpet..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef93895f631d0e4a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def93895f631d0e4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412823%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64E8C64D8A6D77A8F49CC9AA36CEB3DE3BE47FA4.725838B07B94771E3BE280EE1FDFBB7C5EAA6624%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def93895f631d0e4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_x3TQLi1KjZuG-WO-5t6YUtsgyA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def93895f631d0e4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412823%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64E8C64D8A6D77A8F49CC9AA36CEB3DE3BE47FA4.725838B07B94771E3BE280EE1FDFBB7C5EAA6624%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def93895f631d0e4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_x3TQLi1KjZuG-WO-5t6YUtsgyA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of the temple vidoes i took)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav more pics and videos but den i wudnt put up all of dem...damn a hugee post....! hav fun! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-179493388413779341?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ef93895f631d0e4a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/179493388413779341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=179493388413779341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/179493388413779341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/179493388413779341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/02/south-west-and-all-india-university.html' title='South - West and All India University Basketball Women&apos;s Tournament'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R6rPNaqvCjI/AAAAAAAAACg/NC47Vym_djM/s72-c/21012008359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-3152743619878686325</id><published>2008-01-19T10:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:40:04.638+04:00</updated><title type='text'>University Basketball Camp :D</title><content type='html'>Yeah i no i was supposed to rite bout my colg fest Cul-Ah but den i hav jus been delayin it fer sum trivial reason or another n now i think its far gone so shud i still take da efforts n rite bout it...nahhhh!!! well in short it's like diz kick-ass thing wich i never got to witness in Dubai before...it has lotta food stalls n chotu sutff like bags, accessories, tea, etc ka stalls...dey do tattoos and face painting n mehndi lagaofyin n all....as far as da competitions r concerned dey hav so many categoriess....i m not listingg...just think of how many categories u wud need fer 3 days fest wich has like sumthin goin on at the main stage, another chotu stage, all audis n a few other venues..phew!!! big shit it indeed was! fun came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ahem lets talk bout da latest hot news.... :D CuCkUd gave tryouts for university camp n yahaaaaa she gets selected....so i get to go to Andhra Pradesh n i m leavin today representing the blore university der...my train is at 7 n our tickets are booked under da waiting list...we r supposed to take da Howara Express (if i spelt dat right) n hav to travel overnight...everythin frm travelling to stayin n eating is covered by the university....oh we even got jerseys n wid my luck my first outdoor thingy n ders yellow in my jersey...all of ours yea....its grey n yellow.... :) too bad i cant hav my number (7) coz ders another chick on the team who has da thing fer da same number but den agn i dun wana b too greedy......nd agn once we reach Andhra we gonna get our practice kit....jackets and track pants.....so how kewl can it get!!!!!? Whieeeeeeeeeeeeee......!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount i got to play in this camp is pretty more dan wht i hav got to play fer Mounts so far (practices and tournaments) putting lil exaggeration.......unlike colg coach who has been da demotivating force in my game n makin it so difficult fer me all da time, (unintentionally i guess or hope :P) this coach is much better....yup i think i prefer male coaches to female coaches...i m goin fer a week's camp and shall cum back by 24th or 25th of diz month.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till den hopin to hav an awesum experience and playing out der!!!! *pats back proudly*&lt;br /&gt;Whieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-3152743619878686325?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/3152743619878686325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=3152743619878686325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3152743619878686325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3152743619878686325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/01/university-basketball-camp-d.html' title='University Basketball Camp :D'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1392217527830337695</id><published>2008-01-08T21:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:47:38.272+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickers 2008</title><content type='html'>'Flickers' is a seminar wich is organized by Commits (a colg i think wich provides M.A.)... Diz is da first seminar wich i hav attended....it was on cinema and television.....it was surely a long thing (went on fer about 8 hours includin a lunch break fer 45 mins) n dat was bcoz dey had really long q/a sessions after each speaker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seminar was divided into a mornin and an evenin session.We got to hear 7 smart n successful ppl working in the media....&lt;br /&gt;In the morning session there was Shimit Amin (director of ChakDe), Anurag Kashyap (a dialogue riter n maker of films like No Smoking and Black Friday) and Rohit Vaid (a big thing in television area and currently makin his own film)...personally i think Anurag Kashyap and Rohit Vaid (specially) did sum guddd talkin and explainin...They spoke bout their take on how bollywood cinema is, da various challenges faced in cinema, discussion of deir movies and so on...After each dude der was a short quiz wich was conducted n ppl givin answers were given prizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the afternoon session there were 4 ppl who were previously part of Commits and who passed out not very long ago but have already made a noteworthy mark in deir respective fields...first was Gaurav Momaya (has assisted Indra Kumar in Pyaare Mohan and Dhamaal), Deep Pal (from CNBC Awaaz), Faye D'Souza (working for CNBC Tv18) and Prema Sridevi (from Times Now) Gaurav enlightened with his experience as an assistant director and da other 3 gave their viewpoints bout journalism using their channel as an xample....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alll da talks were quite gud and i managed to do sum fun learnin...these were followed by a panel discussion wer da afternoon session speakers answered questions raised by da audience...da panel discussion was an awfully long thing to sit fer n screw my happiness for sum of the questions asked turned out to b prettyy lame....like dude....sha!! Me and 2 of my classmates were da only ppl who sat till da very end of the seminar...*pats back*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like a fruitful and yet a tiring xperience...i was dressed in formals n quite a few ppl thot i luked nice :)...all of us were given certificates of participation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i waznt aware dat der is an Indian women's basketball team (found out today from my player) and here i thot dat bball didnt exist beyond the national level.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1392217527830337695?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1392217527830337695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1392217527830337695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1392217527830337695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1392217527830337695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/01/flickers-2008.html' title='Flickers 2008'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-6287053397690433863</id><published>2008-01-05T23:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:56:31.455+04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Obsession</title><content type='html'>It seemed like the blogging world was collapsing but phew! my eyes had da privilege of reading 4 different posts today....right after i cum back frm my vaccations in Dubai i think der has been a swing of a magic wand sumwer....I say this because of the drastic changes that i hav gone thru in wht i can count as less dan a week after i returned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with likin n appreciatin livin in Bangalore followed by takin tremendous amount of interest in college happenins, lectures, associatin wid classmates, taking each day as it comes and bein sorted in the head....Conclusion - bein a happy soul....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, on the contrary i think der is a rise in the amount of thoughts dat run in my head all the time but sumhow dey r different bcoz of the reasons fer which dey run in my head hav changed...now dey run jus to make me smile all the time...it does hav a lil freaky touch to it bcoz der r a couple of ppl who hav noticed me constantly mumbling to myself which i did not use to do before...like actually talk talk to myself if u no wht i mean! but really i dun care much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I duno how but i hav moved on into diz new phase of mine wer i m insanely obsessed with succeeding...I mentioned in one of my previous posts that i m yet to realise dat one thing wich i can go on doin fer a long time, ace it like woh! n not get bored of it...I didnt no i wud realise it so soon jus after i post bout it but yeah it is basketball only...coz as i think bout it dats da only thing dat i see myself doin everytime i picture my life..i m having solid issues related to ma game right now but dats a different story altogether...and otherwise there is my course wich i m very enthusiastic bout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself movin away frm all da typical college crowd indulgences....not dat i m completely out of it but i hav dese strong desires to shirk dem frm my life n b a goodie gurl...although i still haven't reached there...its more like withdrawing frm most of the usual stuff bcoz i more likely bored of it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is this sudden awakening dat i went thru which has taken me frm my fantasy land and dropped me in the actual world where i m constantly comparing wer i stand..hence come the urges to learn n be informed bout as many things as i can...here again diz faces a contradiction from my usual mind set of bein oblivious of all dat happens around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonding wid mama felt so gud today....she is sucha different character when compared to ma dad...like i duno wht i wud b like if it wasnt fer such a kewl mama dat i hav...Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like mentioning a few things; attending regular classes and paying invariable attention wid the help of 'polo' - :) ...finding nice ppl is such a joy...smokin on a terrace feels gud..realisin dat no matter how shitty it feels or gets but I can still go along all da way widout ne1 sends me on cloud nine..making efforts to improve vocabulary and knowledge widout ne sort of inferiority felt from another but a more learned person is great...luking presentable and pleasing :P most of the time is fun... attempting to eat healthy and be fit most of da time...making sumone feel better (did dat recently) and laughing n feeling gud bout my own pjs...blogging widout the intention of 'wanting' other ppl to read my blog nd still feel happy wen der is a comment on a post...&lt;br /&gt;man i can go on riting the whole night but mebbe i shud stop fer now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing dats been happenin is dat i m sufferin frm quite a few of those wht I cud term as 'insignificant memory lapses' like fer eg. i suddenly forget how to spell comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to come up with a radio play was as kewl but again as silly as it cud get... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i rote a longgg post to enlighten bout myself but dis one is surely different...fer one der is no whining.. :D and two, i feel i hav ritten in a different manner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost gonna turn 20 (matter of abt 3 mnths) and despite the fact dat i hav been such an immature person most of my life and hav not achieved something drastically significant, i can still say dat i just feel proud of myself today!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tears of joy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-6287053397690433863?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/6287053397690433863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=6287053397690433863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6287053397690433863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6287053397690433863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1307886774164507610</id><published>2007-12-30T11:19:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T11:20:54.728+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Of My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She steals, she shoots and she scores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the applause and the cheer forming her background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She can see the fear in your eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you know she is better in every aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She can feel the envy surround her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for shes always the hero who saves the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She hasn't tasted what defeat feels like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too used to the victory licking thy feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Record after record in each match she plays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the tang of 'trounce' by her own assertive self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tan...g of... 'tr...oun..ce.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And its yet another day which leered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at her unremitting passion for the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only desire that would get painstaking efforts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where her ego howls the loudest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet it lacks what she needs to give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one faithful approach to the most bright vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An awakening call is already sent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The path is paved with hopeful resolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, the solitary dread of failure boogies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which can rip the 'power of my dreams,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then will be born a new manifestation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but even she is unknown to that situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1307886774164507610?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1307886774164507610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1307886774164507610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1307886774164507610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1307886774164507610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/12/power-of-my-dreams.html' title='Power Of My Dreams'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-6777258709813597994</id><published>2007-12-25T01:29:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:43:07.284+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><content type='html'>Yep i m pretty and tired after washin almost a bucket of clothes and meself...but den i was goin through sum of the blog links of my friends n sheesh! i get agitated with the fact dat der is soo much talent all around me...in dat case me as ne other hundreds of those random human beings who may rate a little above average and may fall in the category of jack of all trades, i jus wish i had diz one thing dat i m really gud at...yeah i no ppl keep tellin me bball is ma thing but i dun seem to b gettin newer wid it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumtimes it jus triggers and i think of those so many seconds of my precious life dat i hav wasted doin things so random and futile....ohh nd whine n complain bout life itself...for example now dat i m ritin also feels more of a time waste complainin bout wastin time in life...!*typical cuckud dialogue...i know*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its jus dat i wish i wud realize this one thing dat i can ace and can keep doin fer a long time widout gettin bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ignorance seems to b knockin in my head asking me to wake up...! Shit but i m soo lost and deeply stuck in my fantasy world dat it jus seems too hard....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn....ok Merry Christmas....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-6777258709813597994?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/6777258709813597994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=6777258709813597994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6777258709813597994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/6777258709813597994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-8837471792639509392</id><published>2007-12-21T11:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:29:49.285+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa Rocks</title><content type='html'>HO HO HO!!!!! Merry X'mas felllazz....yaha dats wht been goin on mostly in my life dese days....i have never seen more gifts xchange before diz in my life....so let me rite in order of whtever things i had made a note of to blog about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mentioned bout the secret santa game in class n i was right bout who was my secret santa...not dat i bugged dat frd bout bein my secret santa and den yst we had da gifts exchage n all da secret santas were revealed before we started diz xmas break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da other day i think it was a tuesday wen i learnt the seven north-east states of India...lemme see dey are; Assam, Meghalaya, Manipur, Tripura, Nagaland, Mizoram and Arunachal... :) i m so proud of myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i mentioned before we had da gifts xchange yst and i think i got da kewlest secret santa coz i got like the best gift i cud ask fer (Thank You! :D) ....a Basketball Pillow.... :D da best part is i had seen diz before i went fer vaccations to Dubai but i cudnt buy it fer meself at dat time n now i got it fer X'mas....how kewl is dat....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146336257711790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R2t1j1ef18I/AAAAAAAAACA/2X3KkAQ-tEA/s320/Image010(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we r gonna hav another massive gifts xchange on 25th and all of sum 50ish gifts r finally gonna b opened....whieeeee.....i hav never had sucha lovely X'mas before...actually i think i never celebrated X'mas like diz before......dis is sooo kewl... :D whieeeee...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other note, i wish i cud go to Dubai fer New Years and yst my sister's silly joke almost seemed like my wish can cum true but i think i shudnt b so greedy... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey even my nails are soo long n luk pretty i think fer a chnge....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146337932749035506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R2t3FVef1_I/AAAAAAAAACY/4Kl53jK81Vc/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CuCkUd . . . ! is lovin every bit of everythin.... YaYiii !!! Oh and Merry Christmas to everyone..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S - I dedicate the post to ma secret santa..... :)&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/18619581-8837471792639509392?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/8837471792639509392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=8837471792639509392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8837471792639509392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8837471792639509392'/><link rel='alternate' 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post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-race-movie.com/"&gt;http://www.the-race-movie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe u shud check it out...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other note today we had votin fer da union in our colg...damn it was so kewl to see electronic votin system...hehhe like really....like we were votin fer sum politician...n apparently accordin to a classmate dis was da first colg to hav automatic voting system....yaha i m proud....n den by 2:30 they announced the results and yayiiiii my classmate marianne won the elections for the post of president....actually all except one chik whom i voted fer won the elections for whtever post dey were contestin fer....yea i had asked ppl whom to vote fer since i hardly no da gurls except marianne but it was fun.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i finally got a note from my secret santa n its lotsa fun to guess who it cud b...hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lastly, after my boycut today fer da 1st time after so long i tied my hair into a chotu actually very chotu ponytail.....lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tats it...toodles....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5686531341562948471?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5686531341562948471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5686531341562948471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5686531341562948471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5686531341562948471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/12/race-movie.html' title='The Race Movie'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5886145061020742895</id><published>2007-12-13T22:51:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:08:44.601+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Of Perspective</title><content type='html'>Heya ppl....i cant believe at how my mind works...damn....jus prolly a couple of days after i rote dat post in my notebook in class, i went thru dis i duno wht dat now i m findin blore, colg n life much easier to handle...like much easier...how kewl is dat....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things goin on right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chakravarthy house is so cutely decorated fer x'mas and we hav a pretty lil 3 feet tree wich luks very cute...ders gonna b dis kewl gifts xchange fer x'mas...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R2GNBfHAffI/AAAAAAAAABc/uoVKRGoG68k/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R2GNBfHAffI/AAAAAAAAABc/uoVKRGoG68k/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143547306104094194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e149/misscool_88/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChakravarthyXmas.flv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also playin secret santa in colg wich i hav always liked frm da time i found out bout it... :D&lt;br /&gt;oh i m really startin to like my colg dese days....pay lotsa attn in class n dun crib bout nethin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis week der was dis campaignin goin on by gurls standin fer diff posts in the union of the colg n its so nice to see da efforts dey put in campaignin...i remember mahe wen i stood fer sports rep..i remember how da elections were held widout ne enthusiasm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e149/misscool_88/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MarianneCampaign.flv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally i dun crib at all i feel....trivial things here n there but dey last fer wht 2 mins n dey r very normal...n now dat da internet is fixed in the house it feels even better...i duno its jus dat nothin bothers me too much now...i make an effort to talk to classmates, be happie all da time, focus on solutions dan problems....i dun worry too much bout my money n expenses also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an 'x' national level bbal player in ma clas..dats like wow...dat sorta triggered dis inspiration dat i need to wake up if i ever need to reach atleast dat level....but damn i duno...but i m happie to find a dat level ka player :D whieeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today one of da housemate gav an xample of me to another chik who didnt score dat well in xamz with regards to da kind of self-confidence i hav....another habbie came....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now wen i luk at ma last post feels very irrelevant n i still put it up only cos i had ritten it for bloggin...so i hadda put it up...newas i gues dis shud b enuf.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S - jus copy n paste the links to check out the videos...but i still duno if day way works..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5886145061020742895?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/5886145061020742895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=5886145061020742895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5886145061020742895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/5886145061020742895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/12/change-of-perspective.html' title='Change Of Perspective'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/R2GNBfHAffI/AAAAAAAAABc/uoVKRGoG68k/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4773210904039175607</id><published>2007-12-13T22:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:53:21.152+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Bangalore</title><content type='html'>I dont think the problem is with me..i dun recall a single blah day in dubai while i was on vaccation..then how cum i reach here n i m jus more paranoid, more tensed and think more..yea i no much before i shifted i used to be blah in dubai like quite a bit but then i think the seriousness of ma blahness is more serious over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rite up feels like another one of ma usual whine posts but then i think i cant help but just whine over here..but wait last nite was a lot of fun at home...all of us chakravarthy house ppl were goin insane laughin bout the most random thngs...most of the time it was my 'not-so-funny' pjs wich drove us insane laughin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it maybe the colg thats gettin to me - chnge of campus n rules, chnge of class (not dat dis class is bad but nudin like old classmates), chnge of professors (these ppl  here teach very well but the kewl personal rapport with profs here aint happenin too gud here), my standard of livin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean after bunkin yst n cumin to colg today i noticed more like recalled the awesum welcome in mahe..yea i no it was a surprise but still...here not many seemed to b bothered..i no frm my part i dun make dat much of an effort either but really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on a more calmer and wiser notice, everythin happens fer a reason (yawn)..so i jus keep maself habbie and count the approx 1 year n another 5-6 mnths to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - Nope i wont whine...!! Tadaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wrote dis the first day of attendin colg fer dis sem...dats 4th dec, 2007 and dis is also ma first post from da new internet at home...wireless mind u...:P :D lolz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4773210904039175607?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4773210904039175607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4773210904039175607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4773210904039175607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4773210904039175607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-in-bangalore.html' title='Back In Bangalore'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2263075608474893571</id><published>2007-11-28T02:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:26:31.197+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know</title><content type='html'>I can drive....I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to get ma dad's car always...I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ma frds here are bloody bisi...I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav to go to blore on sunday...I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what...!!!! FUCK YOU....!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2263075608474893571?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2263075608474893571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2263075608474893571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2263075608474893571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2263075608474893571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-know.html' title='I Know'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-3178785918568920805</id><published>2007-11-26T00:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:32:01.404+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Sunday</title><content type='html'>Hmmm i just wana keep bloggin cos i cant do it very often once i go back to ma paradise... :P Da usual was thinkin wile walkin to get ma medical report (i got injection :P) n back n remembered dat next sunday at dis time i will be in air arabia goin back...arghh :( dats so pissin off.....cuckud no like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bt yst was lotta fun...it was red clan's day out cos today was aak's bday...so wish her habbie bday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week's gud samaritan - da dude who gave me parkin in da lot opp ma house...da gud thing he did, made a small kid who was wid him to go tell da other car dude who was tryin to steal ma parkin to back off... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe da amount of times i hav noodles in a week....argh...oh one more thing....dubai is kewl cos ppl jus tend to b nice to me here...i mean ma usual meanies also....lol..i like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai i think i m done blabberin fer now....tadaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-3178785918568920805?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/3178785918568920805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=3178785918568920805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3178785918568920805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3178785918568920805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/next-sunday.html' title='Next Sunday'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2068778746352212588</id><published>2007-11-18T01:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:15:44.757+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture Session</title><content type='html'>Sometime bck i was doin ma under arms n i use an epilator....fuck it hurts man...i mean arms n legs always seem ok like feel nudin at all but bloody underarms....*OUCH* i wish dey cud make such an epilator wich wudnt hurt so much....or rather dey can develop dis kinda anesthetic wich wont make it hurt...unless ur a very self-inflicting person den it wud b kai i suppose...ok ppl may think i hav lost it talkin bout how it hurts wen u epilate underarms....heylo not ma fault...dats all i can possibly do wile gettin bored at home man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let me make da post a lil more worthwile...after i was done beautifyin maself...i made dese home nachos wich tasted soo gud....here is how u can make urs....very simple....&lt;br /&gt;1. buy a pack of amigo tortilla chips.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spread chips in a glass plate dependin how many fit.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spread pasta sauce on da chips wid a knife.&lt;br /&gt;4. Place a few (cut from previous) pieces of finely chopped capsicum n tomato.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put grated Kraft Cheddar cheese on da chips.&lt;br /&gt;6. Place da plate in a microwave oven&lt;br /&gt;7. Heat da chips fer 20 - 25 secs.&lt;br /&gt;8. Remove the plate n attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips: You can make it spicy by adding finely chopped green chillies.&lt;br /&gt;You can use spread cheese also instead of da cheddar cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great now dat i hav mentioned sumthin more worthwile n ended up practicin how to rite instructions learnt in ma 3rd sem in communicative english, i shall end da post here..&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2068778746352212588?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2068778746352212588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2068778746352212588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2068778746352212588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2068778746352212588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/torture-session.html' title='Torture Session'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4460436853696013712</id><published>2007-11-15T23:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:11:26.028+04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Particular Reason</title><content type='html'>Elo der...after da massive bloggin of 8 posts wht more can i possibly blog abt n dat also soo soon...welll i duno....i jus had dis urge of puttin up sumthin cos i m feelin habbiee..no not dat i hav stopped whinin...hey it has defintely reduced ok...its jus dat i feel so sorted in ma head...fer a chnge!! yes i no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like i usually cum to ma bloggie wen i hav to puke sum sort of emotions outta ma system n dey r usually blah stuff so fer a chnge i m jus habbie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da return to dubai..(i no most ppl consider it a shitty place), family, home food, drivin, beach, shisha, CHEESE LITE :D , mahe, old classmates, ma bitches...damn so many things to luk fwrd to....one more da feelin of eperiencin da replay of old times is jus awesum....*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a pizza break...chomp chomp...slurpp...* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah dat felt gud....bloody pizza also in blore is so desi, tastes horibble...its almost like a cliche man...wen i was leavin i blogged abt all da things i m gonna miss n now dat i m back i m rejoicin abt da same thins....so wht shut up man..i m habbie..so let me b....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda kewl how i can do dis...say i m bloggin fer no particular reason n mention so many n rite suchaa long post....teehee...*pats proudly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai i think i rote enuf fer now....*movie time*...toodles... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - i dedicate dis post.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4460436853696013712?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4460436853696013712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4460436853696013712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4460436853696013712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4460436853696013712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-particular-reason.html' title='No Particular Reason'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-8584725460849647826</id><published>2007-11-13T01:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:36:52.419+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Octoer 29th 2007</title><content type='html'>I have always hated being dependant for anything and on anyone. However, even though i trymy best i do find myself bein so bloody dependant on quite a few people...For a normal person i think it would be okay to find such unintended dependancy but den in my case my ego always gets the better of me....For eg, when i m high...thats one time when i always cling to few of the people i drink wid even though i say i wont when i m sobre..Being ma close frds i always think it wouldnt matter... they may say that they dont wana take care of me always like this but then recently it makes me very paranoid....Here i think is it true with each of them? nd in case it isnt is because its not always that they have to take care of me like diz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i realised here is the value of money. Till u hav it u can do wht u want n be how u want. Once u start facing a tite budget den u no...u hav to compromise so many things. Affording a small cadbury worth jus 5 rs. can make me think twice before i buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me sumtime about how moody i can be..i myself sumtimes cant figure out wht random thing when will cause a tick in ma head to think of all da possible nonsense i can think of..this makes me think whether there are ne other people like this or is it just me..at times i wonder with the amount of things i jus keep worryin bout or rather get worked up bout may drive me crazie one day...I sumtimes imagine how wud it be to be a psycho...not dat i want to turn into one but fer a moment i want to feel that feeling of bein a psycho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing...one major bad on that day which was completely unintended and was bigger than ne of ma bads so far seems to be rubbing in on ma face constantly...one fear tht was associated wid it got sorted out and the outcome was positive (thank god) and then a peptalk which i do only once in a while with myself to lift ma spirits agn...things seem so much better after that but den i still feel dat in sum demented way it jus rubs in right on ma face...and dat too not always by me...perhaps unintentionally by ma frds..i m sure they mean my good but den how long can a person take that bitch of rubbing in...so its jus sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops one more thot triggered...y do i think the amount i think...i mean i no i hav asked diz qs before like several times but then i never really found an answer fer it...i no i m not only the kind like diz but it jus makes me wonder....&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;(kai one of ma posts i had ritten at home n thot i wud publish it later n as usual i didnt find time in blore so after i end dis...i hav proudly updated ma blog wid whtever i rote n didnt put up yet...lot of crap i no...bt it feels gud cos ma blog never got dis lucky to hav so many updates at one go...newas...toodles fer a wile...little wile...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-8584725460849647826?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/8584725460849647826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=8584725460849647826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8584725460849647826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/8584725460849647826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/octoer-29th-2007.html' title='Octoer 29th 2007'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4778362502354583004</id><published>2007-11-13T01:16:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:23:55.577+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Distant Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Travel away to a distant land,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;softly, quietly, keeping an unknown brand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For here there is a lot of chaos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have to be under a big boss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For here there are a lot of facades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hidden and waiting various forms of hazards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For here you will not find yourself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;massive crowds and you are one elf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For here you just cannot breathe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;squished and strangled despite your deed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Travel away to a distant land,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;softly, quietly, keeping an unknown brand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe in the calm and feel the solitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there is just a smile and a trance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written on OctoBer 29 2007, i think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4778362502354583004?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4778362502354583004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4778362502354583004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4778362502354583004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4778362502354583004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-distant.html' title='My Distant Land'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-929421757583883839</id><published>2007-11-13T01:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:16:01.903+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Ma Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Like a bitch you pierce,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloody Hypocrite!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You only take my pain away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watching each drop of red,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go drip drip down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One mind says save it to save me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One mind says smile at your own doom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written August 31 2007, i think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-929421757583883839?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/929421757583883839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=929421757583883839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/929421757583883839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/929421757583883839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-ma-hypocrite.html' title='Your Ma Hypocrite'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-2564431948445348766</id><published>2007-11-13T01:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:13:22.235+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Secondary is what i am,&lt;br /&gt;I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i am a bad guesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am told what i mean to people,&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few times,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe i am too paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait is it just same bad luck,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps lurking,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i might be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike before there seems to be no one there,&lt;br /&gt;Just a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe there is just a silhouette left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victimization is another bitch of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Too many bitches around me eh?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe bad luck again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot is going on about right now,&lt;br /&gt;One after the other,&lt;br /&gt;Something i want and loathe together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, the head triggered,&lt;br /&gt;For a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;A few lines of venting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, I demand!&lt;br /&gt;Ma music, not trivial crap!&lt;br /&gt;Ma basketball, not hurt ego!&lt;br /&gt;A reassurance, not fickle hopes!&lt;br /&gt;A lot of solitude..With a CLEAR MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i do need more that a silhouette,&lt;br /&gt;Just about right now,&lt;br /&gt;But the solitude has a superior hand..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written September 10 2007, i think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2564431948445348766?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2564431948445348766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2564431948445348766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2564431948445348766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2564431948445348766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/bitch-of-my-life.html' title='Bitch Of My Life'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-678737276022383986</id><published>2007-11-13T00:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:52:34.423+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit By Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Slowly crawling in a rapid race,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what will happen of you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need a little more on the pace,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you need to a little of that ace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clip Clip tears a part of each limb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with each met failure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet you trotter on and on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with what is left of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A faint hope that someday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will be known.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;right at the top.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right now needs calm,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;right now needs false hope,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;false because so far hope gives,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing but Disappointment..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written August 31 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-678737276022383986?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/678737276022383986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-710665085016145673</id><published>2007-11-13T00:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:45:51.246+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes Cause A Tick</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A little more than efforts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;washed down in the drain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little less than assistance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flew to touch the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The intensity of hurt being small,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its the every small that makes it big!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more she tries,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more she loses,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much in a demented manner,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes her laugh at her own losing self.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though behind that laugh is the hidden tear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but she has learnt to smile as she walks..in the mass...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learnt to 'Smile' As She Walks In The Mass!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written August 31 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-710665085016145673?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/710665085016145673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=710665085016145673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;tears not meant to fall,&lt;br /&gt;why would i hear wen there's no call...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call not heard,&lt;br /&gt;makes things absurd.&lt;br /&gt;bullshit makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;i have come a mile.&lt;br /&gt;meet the loner soul,&lt;br /&gt;sinkin deep in the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harder i tend to try,&lt;br /&gt;the more it makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i end up being nice,&lt;br /&gt;more i uncover people like ice.&lt;br /&gt;you would think they are there-solid,&lt;br /&gt;shams worthy of absolutely no bid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey meant to a distant land,&lt;br /&gt;boulevard paved with troubles grand.&lt;br /&gt;not that it is an impossible take,&lt;br /&gt;though shingles on the way cause a wait.&lt;br /&gt;and sometime slithers a demotivating vigor,&lt;br /&gt;that aids fiasco in the head to trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times life feels like a fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;at times its nothing less than venom,&lt;br /&gt;however, how should i take it and move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that i am yet to reckon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written i think Jan 9 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-7647039392249192078?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/7647039392249192078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=7647039392249192078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7647039392249192078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/7647039392249192078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-storm-always.html' title='Its A Storm Always'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4922280976714379075</id><published>2007-11-13T00:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:30:49.783+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Stuff - New Post</title><content type='html'>I had ritten quite a few times in blore...bt since i usually didnt hav much time on da net over der...i thot i cud post dese now....hmm....dubai has been gud and after dat day's colg surprise i went to da beach wid mel, aak, saph, ashray and adi...nice ppl da new names....had gud fun n den spent da nite at aak's...mum's almost 70% better....*phew* ok here goes.... wid da old stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis 1st one is a poem i had ritten wen i was frustrated cos i liked dis guy n cudnt get over him for soo longgg...even after he started datin dis chick....da poem's fer da chick - a very gud frd of mine....sorry hun i rote dis once upon a time n never blogged since its bitchy....bt i m sure u wud understand if u read dis now...one of ma million immature thingys....peace....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hatred Beyod Words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was the one who introduced you to him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was through me that you met him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yet you advanced to the brim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a word...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a warning...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just took him away from me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whole world told me about it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wish from u i heard the whole bit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes you finally told it to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it was too late, let it be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just took him away from me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now i see them holding hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i feel the love between them,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now she knows him better than i do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does she know how is that feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something that takes so long to heal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a hundred balloons bursting together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a hundred fire crackers lighting the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a hundred knives stabbing an already painful wound...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why...no really why would she do that to me???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I even told her.."i still like him..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to hate her...she has been a friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet you just took him away from me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't explain the hatred for my bad luck...&lt;br /&gt;i can't explain the feel it gives...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't explain myself to get over him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do i call it insanity, do i call it a sin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its just that.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am still crazy about him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written on June 17 2006 or July 23 2007, duno wich ones correkt :$)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4922280976714379075?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4922280976714379075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4922280976714379075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4922280976714379075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4922280976714379075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/old-stuff-new-post.html' title='Old Stuff - New Post'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4367778801767077990</id><published>2007-11-09T00:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:39:06.075+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Surprises :D</title><content type='html'>Well well well guess whos bck....yaha...da cuckud....teehee...man feels so gud to b bck after 4 freggin months....well abt blore besides dat i m gettin an education of better value, everythin else sucks....da colg, toilets, pollution...blah blah....nudin can beat ma frds at mahe man....seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so since yst dat i hav cum bck....i wid saph 1st surprised aak ygoin to her house b4 she gets bck n we both hid in her cupboard....nah da cupboard is still strong n intact....:p so our dearest chikni cudnt believe dat we were back n her luk..hahha worth seein....it was so kewl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me n saph went to colg....to surprise da rest....after seein n talkin to da profs. who most of dem btw are all pretty much da same felt really gud to see us back....den da grand entry in clas...1st to shubha mam wid a hug wile da class starts cheerin  n howlin :D n den hugs to da whole class....omgggg it was like one of da best feelin ever.....our dearest mellu cried....hahaha.....so cute...bt too bad i missed it! bt newas i spent da rest f da day till bout 12 30 p.m. meetin, huggin, surprisin and tellin ppl bout me n blore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den da red clan went to one of deir domains - House of Shisha....omg no wht shisha feels like after 4 long mnths....aaah heaven....talks n fotos....n den we went back to academic city to drop off mel....den 3 of us left....saph went home n i went to ma other house...(aak's house :p) as usual....laughed so hard after ages man over sumthin so random....kewlnes bcame....n den cuckud came home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great start of vaccations wid 2 great days totally filled wid omggg so much....yayiiiiii....cant wait to go crasieee wile i m here.....luv alll u ppl yaar..!! Muahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4367778801767077990?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4367778801767077990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4367778801767077990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4367778801767077990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4367778801767077990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/11/successful-surprises-d.html' title='Successful Surprises :D'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4190316547919765597</id><published>2007-10-24T14:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:54:04.030+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just An Alarm</title><content type='html'>I always come to ma blog fer help wen i feel weird....nd diz way its like an alarm fer it to wake up...since i dun blog much i m sure it mus hav fallen into coma or sumthin...ok yea i m talkin crap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helllooo to all da ppl out der.....How do u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I duno wht xactly to rite....just a date...22nd october 2007.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat i hav a point to prove...so i shall jus wish all d best to maself fer ma xamz wich start tomm...i shall study hard n prosper.....correct...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4190316547919765597?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4190316547919765597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4190316547919765597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4190316547919765597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4190316547919765597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-alarm.html' title='Just An Alarm'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1616727531047789365</id><published>2007-09-23T16:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:04:57.980+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony of My Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A feeling deprived of acceptance by most,&lt;br /&gt;Something not comprehended by many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick - advancement - boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision did not seek,&lt;br /&gt;Result created an unfortunate victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obsession keeps getting better,&lt;br /&gt;Bloody exsists a pun on it,&lt;br /&gt;As helpless as an addict dancing to a force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolt creates a SATAN...&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance not even an option: the trigger is one sided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleading for an aid,&lt;br /&gt;Anything to pull it's wreath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity evoked just tears apart,&lt;br /&gt;Self alone is the resort,&lt;br /&gt;But self alone is the slave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go on like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything...Just Anything...to relieve...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1616727531047789365?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1616727531047789365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1616727531047789365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1616727531047789365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1616727531047789365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/09/impending-doom.html' title='Irony of My Boom'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-4719947034668606178</id><published>2007-09-06T14:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:52:26.573+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>Hmmm i can jus imagine my blog screamin that to me since i came back to rite on it after a lil more than a mnth...Oh n wile i checked da other blogs it seems every person in dubai is very bizi n doesnt hav time to blog orrr there nudin more left to rite bout....sheeesh...wat a disappointment!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it has been more than a mnth since i shifted here...still cant accept the fact dat i m a blore chick now...arghh....well a lot has happnd since i moved here but nooo dun worry i wont rite all of it...i hav learnt to spare ppl a lil more often these days u no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m livin wid jan, nisha, nitya, farzu and stef in their flat...oh and saph also.so seven of us..but we usually hav a lot of other ppl spendin time at the house...most of the time wht i do is eat n sleep..most of ma money goes in eatin n travelling...thot ma dad wud get me a bike but dat he says has to wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managin internship, coll n sportz was a bad bad thing...but today last day of work n after dat things will bcum a lottt better...oh a wasp kinda insect bit me on my left thigh jus above the knee wich waz sucha bad thing...i went to da doc n had to take a tetanus (hope i spelt dat rite), 2 diff tablets fer 3 days and a cream wich i still apply on the bite...it had bcum as big as a lemon but is much better now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we all goin to mlore coz we are bored here..hpe dat turns out fun...besides all da happenin in blore i miss drivin in dubai, beaches, gud food (eat junk n chaat most of the time), chocolates (choice usually restricted to Dairy Milk) ma family and house, ma bball frds n playin wid them ( here i m in the mounts team but its nudin like wht playin bball used to be fer me there), sheesha and knowin all da roads and places there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m sure there is a lot more but i cant remember and cannot possibly type all dat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newaz i guess hav ritten enuf bout to fill in fer a post...shud update in another decade... :P&lt;br /&gt;Till den fer ne1 who still, by mistake also turns up here, wich i sincerely doubt.....toodles and God Bless....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-4719947034668606178?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/4719947034668606178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=4719947034668606178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4719947034668606178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/4719947034668606178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-3126296914131777627</id><published>2007-07-12T13:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:03:42.074+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Bus Journey</title><content type='html'>Right so ma prev post didnt say much...well frm da time i hav cum to mumbai damn i hav been pretty pissy here n there....it waz pretty borin da two days i stayed der n all i did waz watch tv, go to ma uncle's house n den get attacked by a few mosquitoes...i had many strokes of bad luck man...ma laptop mayb delayed so dats like shit...i thot i wud survive on ma mp3 but guess wah dat new piece of shit got spoilt on its own...sum internal part burnt or sumthin....so i hav sent it back to get it replaced....blast it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so ysterday afternoon i left fer blore at arnd 1 45.. 1st we had diz non a/c bus till andheri n boii thnks to mumbai traffic it took sum lil more dan an hour n i got all sweaty...n den da next bus waz a/c duh coz we had a/c bus booked n it waznt so bad da bus....da journey waz said to b fer 18 hours but da driver said it will take atleast 20 hours....*WTF???* well da evenin waz pretty ok..watched 2 movies wich dey showed apne and good boy bad boy... :P da nite waz da most shittiest thing ever....i jus started chumin ysterday n dat waz a bitch wile travellin in a bus...ma calves were actin funny in da nite so i cudnt sleep....ma left arm waz hurtin n i started thinkin wht if i suffer frm heart attack n die? :P? oh n also i had had a bottle of pepsi so i wanted to pee earlier dan i xpected i wud wan to after movin frm da dinner stop... well newaz coz of all dese stupid things i cudnt sleep evn though i waz so exhausted...n da rest of da bus waz sleeepin so peacefully wich made me feel even more worse...i cried like da whole nite in frustration n pityin ma poor self.... IT WAZ BAD!!! durin da entire journey der were like about a dozen short stops n 2 proper stops fer like dinner n breakfast today....hey n i can still feel a lil numbness in ma ass frm sittin fer so longgg....20 hours u no...yea der were breaks n stops but still trust me it waz bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i reached today at 11 in da mornin n me n ma dad r stayin in diz shitty hotel wich has indian toilets widout flush...ARGH!!! newaz i came to da gang's flat to meet dem n find out wht da admission scene is like...welll seems like its gonna take longer dan i thot n will b a lil more complicated dan i hoped....but it will b a while till i no fer sure whts happenin...another wait fer me!! ok then!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newaz now dat i poured ma heart out here i think i will end it...too much of frustration in one post is not gud i no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-3126296914131777627?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/3126296914131777627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=3126296914131777627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3126296914131777627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/3126296914131777627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazing-bus-journey.html' title='Amazing Bus Journey'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-5782566280395519887</id><published>2007-07-09T14:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T14:48:44.884+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aamchi Mumbai :P</title><content type='html'>Yaha fellaz i reached mumbai safely yesterday at arnd one in the mornin...damn...ma new house wer we jus recently shifted is pretty neat n spacious...now withhin next 2 days hopefully i shall leave mumbai n go to blore to try n get admission...damn yst in cab to ma house waz kinda weird...i started thinkin how things can change....damn...i usually cum here fer vaccations n now its gonna b like i will cum to dubai fer vaccations....shit....unless i dun get admission or sumthin...lolzz....dat wud b funny den... all da hype n da farewell n da miss us' n luv us' will go to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da weather is pretty eccky out here....got to witness da rains frm da cab itself n right now i waz so bored at home dat i jus got here to sit onl...i miss ma dxb pc... :( well diz thing is so kewl dat wile i waz so intensly typin ma fingers off in diz window fer ma blog dat ma pc restarted n thnks to da automatic savin sum of it waz still der...so i continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newaz i cant think of much to rite bout n diz is not da kind of pc wich gives me da feel to blog...i shall return...till den whoever still reads diz...tata...n pray i survive ma massive mosquito attacks...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - Habbie 100th post to ma most dearest bloggie...absolutely luv it... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-5782566280395519887?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-1629341220772642853</id><published>2007-06-24T00:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:09:27.173+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Came</title><content type='html'>Hmm the blogging world has hushed down again....damn life is so bizi... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th june: last xam n da end of second semester... me saph n aakanksha went to al nasr fer ice skating....dey both skate pretty ok...i used to but den lost touch n dat day again i kinda got da drift back...we clicked quite sum pictures n it waz lotta fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079361129827843778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Rn2ECTVQvsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bQa5ui1N97w/s320/saph+n+me+skatin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;(me n saph wile skating.... :) )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dey tried droppin me down but den finally dey didnt...oh but dey did harass me wid massive ice attacks.. after skatin we were fulin arnd in da park&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079360163460202162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Rn2DKDVQvrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-iITZy-rEuE/s320/arghh+help+da+prisoner.bmp" border="0" /&gt;(lolz me chained...in da park...:P) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Den went to lamcy wer dese ppl had barf ka gola n i went to check out skates fer saph...next we headed home but da wait fer da bus waz a bitch... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21st june: saph treated us dat day fer her bday wich waz on 22nd june...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079364063290506962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Rn2GtDVQvtI/AAAAAAAAABE/8QH14LoNdk8/s320/mel+saph+n+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;(me mel n saph in da rec room...bored in da mornin...:P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Early mornin we went to coll coz we all n matty were gonna make her cut cake...since matty cudnt cum later fer da treat... aak baked an awesum cake n it waz lotsa fun dirtyin saph's pretty face... :P den da four of us (me,aak,saph,mel n merw) took da karama bus n went to saph's place...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079365463449845474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Rn2H-jVQvuI/AAAAAAAAABM/x-CMFqdf8b0/s320/saph+n+mel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;(mel n saphie in da karama bus...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She cooked pasta fer us wich she thot luked like white goo but i didnt think so n tasted wow at da same timee...i hogged da most :D ... next four of us minus merw went to wafi city encounter zone... we got diz 2 hours ka band wid wich we cud go in all da playin areas not da arcade games if i made sense...1st we saw 'da tomb' a horror house kinda thing wich waz not scary n we were laughin wen we came out....mel's screamin waz jus awesummm.. :) next we played in da crystal maze n our resultz said we were da top team of da day so far... after dat we sat in diz mini roller coaster sorta ride wich we cudnt get da enuf of...it waz so kewll went all upside down n sidewards n everythn... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079368405502443250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Rn2KpzVQvvI/AAAAAAAAABU/FLTXpeLi7bc/s320/saphie+blades.bmp" border="0" /&gt;(dese were da blades we gav saphy...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next waz rollerblading wer mel didnt cum n da rest three of us went...da blades were stinky, half broken n so uncomfortable but we still had lotta fun...finally we took a cab n got down near aak's place...mel n saph went to aak's house n i went home frm wer i went to ajman....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21st (evenin) 22nd nd 23rd june: i met nauseen after soo long...dat is havin a stayover...it waz so kewl...goin crazie over random things, laughin like wohhh, eatin unda noodles, buyin n eatin junk in da nite and watchin movies....Fun Came - Kewlness Plus! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today after cumin back i hav jus been sittin onl and den i waz sortin out ma folders...i waz readin a few old saved convos n omgg sum r so funny, sum so stupid n sum so freaky n summm jus so cute...newaz its still not decided wether i leave or stay...hopefully by monday i will no fer sure n final....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S - aak, saph, mel, naus n jan (miss ya biatch!!) i luv ya guys soo much... :$ yes pick on me now...fine... i m used to it...:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;end...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-1629341220772642853?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/1629341220772642853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=1629341220772642853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1629341220772642853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/1629341220772642853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-came.html' title='Fun Came'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5ArIDPzF2g/Rn2ECTVQvsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bQa5ui1N97w/s72-c/saph+n+me+skatin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18619581.post-469493644432496118</id><published>2007-06-14T14:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:30:28.750+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Can Make U Write</title><content type='html'>Heya its meenal reporting from the college library... i had my second last xam for the sem and it went fine...da shitty way in wich i prepared it went pretttyy gudd...yahaaa!! so i had to stay back coz i hav to talk to ma prof. bout transferin procedures n shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i hav never seen ma coll so deserted... i mean i no we cum to study in a desert but den xam time is like u cant see ne1...DUH!!! coz dey r in da rooms ritin deir xamz..! oopz...dat waz a puke of boredom overdose...back to normal...ahem ahem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was sayin i waited outside ma prof.'s room fer half an hour since he was bizi talkin to 2 other ppl...n den finally he came outta his room...but LO! he had to go fer xam invigilation so he says u go to da library n i shal talk to u after i m done wid ma invigilation duty...right so i came to da library n omggg its never been so quiet...hardly 5-6 ppl sittin n worse is da other room wich has da pcs n da internet...wen i entered der were only 2 ppl sittin in da whole room n it waz so bloody quiet dat i cud clearly hear da cpus' goin 'whissssss'..i got diz sudden feelin like i waz trapped in a desert wid no escape...not a very gud feelin...well rite now a couple of more ppl came in n der is sum sort of talkin agn...but dat silence felt weird fer sum weird reason!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i m stuck here till 4 30 wid only 2 cigs to keep me company and i think i m hungry so i will go n eat sumthin before i meet ma HOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks its so bad to see wht boredom can do to sumone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-469493644432496118?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/469493644432496118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=469493644432496118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/469493644432496118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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normal not wantin to study...arghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to leave ma college and go to india...On one side ma folks say i hav no other choice and on da other side dey randomly say fine den u dun go but u help here n stay...decide already will ya??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really wana play sum bball...dats like one of ma ultimate "habbie cumz" thingy...cant wait till i play....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m very addicted to facebook even though half da things we do on it r so lame but guess wht i still accept all invites to try those things n i try dem also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to da beach feeling is happenin a lil more dan too much..i used to say i get weird vibes frm da beach...omggg wer da world is headed to? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der is a BABA Mithun movie playin on star gold rite now wich is annoyin even though i aint watchin da tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waz so freggin touched today...professor, a couple of frds...i dun care call me a sentimental freak but *sniff sniff* came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every chotu thing gives me a sign n i get all OMGG!!! omg i suck!!(correkt no jan!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i will spare u fer a while. Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18619581-2961277595507792889?l=absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/feeds/2961277595507792889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18619581&amp;postID=2961277595507792889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2961277595507792889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18619581/posts/default/2961277595507792889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutecuckudness.blogspot.com/2007/06/bangs-head.html' title='*Bangs Head*'/><author><name>Cuckud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13950562381129168395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mvnvYXiWoA/Tbx916ei-KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d1t1FTcZV3s/s220/A41386_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
