<?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-4577065786789343993</id><updated>2012-02-11T12:12:46.259-08:00</updated><category term='reason why'/><category term='wonder problem'/><title type='text'>..make way..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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always miserable..repressed stays repressed..suppressed stays suppressed..hopeful stays hopeful..naive stays naive..I could go on..but you get the idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I'm not saying there aren't any life changing incidents..there are..I'm just saying that people doesn't change just because they might have started seeing things in a new different light..probably after this "life-changing-incident"..but a person changing, is a completely different thing, it's on an entirely desparate level altogether..they might have just realized something..discovered something..which makes more sense at that particular point of time..maybe until the next 'life-changing-incident'..all it does is to change their outlook..that's all..but does this really change them, fundamentally?..or is it just that, that we call change.. the happy would find another reason to be happy..the miserable would find another thing to be miserable about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the reason why we are like this is irrelevant..and the reason why you are a particular type of person right now is also irrelevant because this is 2011 and we still haven't invented the advent "Time-Machine"..we still haven't discovered the x-ray glasses that let's you see people naked for crying out loud..forget a Time-Machine..so we will continue to go with the "bury-the-past" construct..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..what's relevant is the question..what will happen, when that person realizes this?..will he change, when he realizes that the way he feel right now is completely his prerogative..that it was just a drawn-out but simple (only complicated looking) choice he made in his life somewhere in the past..and that he still and always had complete control over it..will he be able to let go of all the episodes and his interpretations of it?..this would probably change him..wait, i said probably..did I just realize that I am not just the happy but also the hopeful?..so is this one of those "life-changing-incidents"?..so anyways..I don't know about you, but what I have realized now is that, yes, people never change..we just discover new shades for ourselves..like attributes to the class..life is always about discoveries right..see, even life doesn't change :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now reading the crap i have just written made me realize that I am also the self-righteous narcissistic-ally zen-full types..hmm..too many discoveries for a write-up i say..and the most funny and also the most relevant thing is - even after we realize all this, we just don't wanna change..we are who we are..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-725140372235349283?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/725140372235349283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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life fails to deliver..is life made out of such a small world to run out of anything new..yeah new is exciting (if you didn't know that already)..is it like you fail to see them or is it that life really runs out of options and choices..is this when you feel claustrophobic??..hmm..a lot of questions...&lt;br /&gt;..i have always believed that failure is always a result of your actions..or very rarely a repercussion..so when you fail to see things..new things..it should be your fault..it should be that you are just not open to things anymore..you are just old for that shit..its not age but what you decide to keep in your memory what makes you old..its experience and eventually fear that makes you old..and everyone gets old..its a human thing..so where are am i going with all this?..beats me..&lt;br /&gt;..OK, now lets look at the possibility that we would really come to a juncture when life doesnt really have anything to offer you anymore..life has really run out of options..now that is scary..this is exactly when you become completely helpless..you don't have a choice..OMG..now THAT really is scary..and i thought paranormal activity 2 was scary..but i think we can safely assume that you will never reach that state and that you will be way dead when life really runs out of options..c'mon i can think of a 1000 new and exciting things i can still do..(oh shit that just reminded me of the human physical limitations..guess we can deal with that later)..hmm so life is not the one who is gonna fuck you over..it has to be you..yeah, you will be the one who would fail to see the new (read exciting) things life has to offer you..you will be the one who would have succumbed to the responsibility bullshit that society has tricked you into believing..what a scam that is..what a scam..the scam which has deluded your minds brilliantly...well no wonder, it took 1000s of years to reach its perfection..isn't so perfect..even you fell for it..yeah you who thought you are the smartest thing to walk on this planet after Stan Lee..so anyways..i rest ma case now..its clear to me now..it's only to your fears you can succumb into..it's not the way life takes you it's the way you take life..awesome..I'm glad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-2175732538100921127?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/2175732538100921127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=2175732538100921127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/2175732538100921127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-771059538239185547</id><published>2009-09-12T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T04:33:59.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..leaves out all the rest..</title><content type='html'>..i mean, what the fuck guys?..people have a tendentious preconceived opinion about almost anything and everything, that they are not just ready to believe or accept what others have to say and simply leave out all the rest when they see what they have already wanted to see..and i just HATE it..&lt;br /&gt;..for example lets take an accident, a road accident..say one guy met with a bike accident and has given into some minor injuries good enough to get him admitted to hospital for 2 days and bad enough to keep him grounded for 2 weeks..he is now back from hospital and all his friends, "so-called" friends, kins and colleagues are now so eager to know what really happened to him..of-course out of pure concern and curiosity..now, the moment these  people comes to know that this guy was drunk when he met with the accident, it's over..it's completely over..everything is so clear to them now..like broad day light..now they know exactly what happened and why he met with the accident..the curiosity is over..concern has gone right out of the window..they  have totally made up their mind..there is simply no point narrating the whole story now, telling them that the high beam lights from the vehicles in the opposite lanes blinded him and that he missed the deep pothole on the road on to which his bike went in and went out of control face planting him on the road mercilessly...they are so over this..they will listen to your real story..but simply out of courtesy, these stories are like bouncers which goes over their head which is already convinced that he had this accident only because he was drunk..insensitive fucks!!!..&lt;br /&gt;..i can't believe why people are so stereotypical...i guess its the same with everyone, everyone who can't think out of their beliefs..everyone who is cast into these social/religious skeletons with gestated delusions..yeah, delusions of grandeur, that's what this is..well..now i don't plan to give more examples to prove my point, coz I think I have already made it and moreover made you realize it..and if i haven't, well, you can go fuck yourself..&lt;br /&gt;..i think its high time a revolutionary doctrine that advocates destruction of the social system for its own sake rise up..oh c'mon damn it..even you want it..its just that, i said it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-771059538239185547?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about. .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecrafts re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force. &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In conclusion -&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;         If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-6003113292501048847?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/6003113292501048847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=6003113292501048847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/6003113292501048847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/6003113292501048847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-there-santa.html' title='Is there a Santa?'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-4155214664119598479</id><published>2009-08-11T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:24:40.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO TICK PEOPLE OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sexual favors."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Specify that your drive-through order is "TO-GO."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Reply to everything someone says with "that's what you think."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Practice making fax and modem noises.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc" them to your boss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears and grimacing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Holler random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Staple pages in the middle of the page.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a croaking noise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Honk and wave to strangers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints at the cash register.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  TYPE IN UPPERCASE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  type only in lowercase.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  dont use any punctuation either&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Repeat the following conversation a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;"DO YOU HEAR THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, it's gone now."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  As much as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "No, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Ask people what gender they are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Sing along at the opera.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ask your co-workers mysterious questions and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-4155214664119598479?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/4155214664119598479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=4155214664119598479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/4155214664119598479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/4155214664119598479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-tick-people-off.html' title='HOW TO TICK PEOPLE OFF'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-754589624288471862</id><published>2008-08-19T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:38:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..y not articles..rather than bullshit..</title><content type='html'>..have you ever had that feeling when you are reading or watching something, that you have just struck on a great idea for a book or at least an article?..then you weave a small story around that single small thought..a scene comes in, an image of the thought..it gets clearer and clearer..you then bring in the protagonist..now you have started pouring in more and more people or may be not..you have a bigger story now..you think it's great..you want to now move out of your chair, from your comfort zone, grab a pen, open your notepad and write it down before you forget this brilliant idea for the starting of a book..but you can't move..you can't get up from your chair..you can't just move out of your comfort zone..then starts the legendary battle of choices..should i? or should i not??..but you have already made the choice even before the argument has ever started..u just cant move out of your comfort zone!!! thats an absolute blissful universal fact and hence you choose to sacrifice the thought, that idea of a story, which was a much convenient choice..ideas like this come everyday but not the time i can spend in this cozy armchair with its fluffy cushions around it..mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but dude..my friend..do you have any idea like what you have lost right there??..no, of course its not the bull shit story you were gonna end up writing..well, on second thoughts you might have well ended up writing a Booker piece..but thats not the whole point..its the chance that you have lost..a chance to feel what's it like to do things the heart's way..a chance to break all that you thought was unbreakable..a chance to realize what you really care about..a chance to solve a great mystery..may be the greatest in one's life..the chance to know who you really are and what you really want in this life or any other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..well..i am not saying that writers great or not have found that meaning..but at least this is a chance and they have tried knowing this fact or not..and may be in the course of time they might have realized it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now tell me..can you feel it??..do u have that feeling now??..well what are you waiting for??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..send me abuses..hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-754589624288471862?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/754589624288471862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=754589624288471862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/754589624288471862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/754589624288471862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2008/08/y-not-articlesrather-than-bullshit.html' title='..y not articles..rather than bullshit..'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-7703937373587137897</id><published>2008-08-14T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:44:31.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..oh dear! the end was just the begining..</title><content type='html'>..finaLLy my blog turns out to be so like my every other passions..&lt;br /&gt;..it has lost its heat..&lt;br /&gt;..like i have told you before, i get heated up passioned up all of a sudden into all sorts of weird crazy and normal things and one fine day they simply kick the bucket..the flames of passion for one are put out by the other..&lt;br /&gt;..so the abscense of blogs from me all these time was simply an indication or result of the inevitable..but readers I have good news for you, this blog is here to stay..i have realized that this is one passion i wanna kindle all my life (fcoz until blogspot allows me dat is)..so i have proved myself wrong and have disappointed my ego and here i am back with a new blog reciting about my return..buhu hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-7703937373587137897?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/7703937373587137897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=7703937373587137897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/7703937373587137897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/7703937373587137897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-dear-end-was-just-begining.html' title='..oh dear! the end was just the begining..'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-4575355716374005873</id><published>2008-02-28T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:49:59.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..all in one day..</title><content type='html'>..some days r great n some r not..heylooo???..what did u expect dumb ass?like every day is gonna be a bundh or a hartal or a Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;..but 2 b very frank i consider myself to be a very lucky person, more like a happy-go-lucky person..i have almost everything i ever wanted(except for Yamaha R1, Benz SLR/Veilside '02 Nissan 350Z , lotz n lotza money, X-Box/PS3, iPod touch, more money, u know, u get the picture)..n i was always grateful for all that i had...so most of the days are like very good 4 me only, like I'm always in a good n relaxed mood...ask ma friends n they'll agree that I'm kinda kewl n that they have never seen me lose it, ma kewl that is..n i have seen lotza ppl, u know getting pissed off everyday n then I'm like "c'mon yaar, take a chill pill, he meant like that not like this, you do this n you do that" n all..n suddenly i become the kewl GOD infront f him, n he is like "Gosh!!Vishnu u r THE man..i wish i was more like u"..hehe..OK..i admit it, he never says that..but u got the point..&lt;br /&gt;..but something unprecedented happened today...THE KEWL GOD got pissed..that's me FYI (moron)..there are only a very few ppl alive in this world who can really piss me off(i'm not considering the bicycler who rides right through the center of the road in a zig-zag motion as if the road is owned by his Dad, the auto drivers who take 90 degree turns while at the center of the road just to avoid a plastic bag on his way, the road crossing pedestrian who is blind to any vehicle on the road but to the other end of it and the critically dumb walker crossing the road who will stop right infront of my vehicle and wont even budge even if i have stopped my vehicle completely..these bad ass fuckers always piss me off..(mom, I'm really sorry for using this slang word))..n these ppl who have the power to piss Mr KEWL GOD me off, happens 2 b the only ppl i really care about in this world&lt;br /&gt;.. n they 4 some very silly stupid reason fights with me n I end up pissed..n towards d end f this u-r-about-2-piss-me-off conversation I'll b d bad boy who have hurt their feelings..I'll be d culprit 4 their sorrow..n whatever i say 2 defend just back fires..n they r all like "u know how much i care 4 u n this is what u do??"  "i have considered u like this n this is what u have given me, so i shouldn't have considered u like that, I'm sorry"..n all senti drama starts rollin..SHIYAATTTT..HOLLLYYYYY SHIYYAAAATTT..gimme a break ppl..i can understand that once the emotional outbreak occurs its kinda hard 2 put a cork on it, its more like the effect u get by taking an anti-constipant when u were already having a loose-motion..(see, i really understand n can relate it too)...but think for a minute from my side too..I'm not the kind of person who can baby sit you, tell you every day twice in each hour that i love you very much and that i care 4 u, i cant be any ones' , i cant be any one's best friend or any just one's lover..it suffocates me..ONE is a big problem 4 me..(n thats one reason y i never was no:1 in college)..now this doesn't all go 4 d same person ok, pls don't get me wrong again..this is something I'm saying in general..n I'm not a person who shows ma affection by saying "i love you" or "i care 4 u", i say "i hate u" n i fight with them, make fun f them, them whom i really care about..that's d way I am..n like Reebok say's I am what I am..there's no changing it..(hehe, n i jus love d way i am too)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....(after 15 mins f listening 2 music)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..after blabbing all this shit out..I'm feelin kinda relaxed..I'm back 2 being d ChiLL MasTeR..d KewL goD i mean..hehe..its all about gettin ur vermin out f ur system..n datz one funda 4 a kewl life ppl..so take a chill pill, sit back n realaxxxxxxx...isn't that right spartan's??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahoo ahoo ahoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-4575355716374005873?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/4575355716374005873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=4575355716374005873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/4575355716374005873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/4575355716374005873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-in-one-day.html' title='..all in one day..'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-6181550080334006250</id><published>2008-02-27T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:28:26.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..n No again..(trek trek)</title><content type='html'>..N no!!!..I'm not gonna write a big fat blog narrating the great trekking experience i had recently..well it would be kinda obvious isn't it..n moreover some one else is gonna write it down..so what I'm gonna do is create a new entry with the title "Trek to Kalwerbetta - The Other Perspective" n  put links to all the entries written by others on it..simple..someone has once said "life is full of simple complexities and complex simplicities"..isn't it?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: if i get time I'll post ma account on it too..burp!!..fuck simplicity..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-6181550080334006250?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/6181550080334006250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=6181550080334006250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/6181550080334006250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/6181550080334006250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2008/02/n-no-againtrek-trek.html' title='..n No again..(trek trek)'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-6387872951497299060</id><published>2008-02-27T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:26:14.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..no im not..</title><content type='html'>..like any other passion 4 me, it only bubbles up to the top when I come into that subject field..like, ma passion for guitar intumesces when i see ma guitar, same with blogging..i jus opened ma page n I'm like all passioned up 4 blogging..n hence d post..as a matter f fact i have so many stuff already in draft here in ma page, but never couldn't complete any (obviously!!! otherwise they would have made it to the blog before this ri8?)..don't you think its kinda funny when you say something trivial n then have to explain everything to all these pea-brains and then feel dumb about doing so??well that's just one funny part of life among "all the many" other funny things ri8?n dude,when I put a question mark to the end of a sentence,I'm not asking a question to you here and neither I'm waiting for your answer, i really don't give a shit to what u think, about anything..(like you care too)..&lt;br /&gt;..anywayz, haven't you noticed how people are so concerned about what others are thinking about them, i know you also get too, like when you are out having food in your college canteen or your office cafeteria you think of what others sitting next to you or some where, who have just happened to notice you is thinking about, at this point you have already come to a conclusion that they ARE talking about you, you of all the people..bloody don't you even have the  sense to realize that they are also thinking just the same..like what YOU are talking or thinking about him/her..they are not concerned about your bad hair day and even less for the pimple on your nose..(but your trousers' open fly can be a matter of serious discussion)...&lt;br /&gt;..now realizing this fact can give immense power..not the open zipper dumb!!!..realizing that they are thinking about themselves and what you think of them, THAT fact..it's like knowing someone else's mind, n that gives you the ultimate power..so knowing this small thing at that specific particular time makes u all omnipotent for that moment...n yeah it's true that ppl do bitch about others when they r in group and happens to notice their subject f discussion passing across them..but it'll last only a few minutes, but for "the-conscious-4-no-reason" us its eternity, they don't any other thing 2 talk other than the most interesting n important me, me f all d insignificant ppl...n from the day i realized this, cafeteria is ultimate fun man!!!..hey,u should really come one day to ma cafeteria with me (obviously) to see this n have hell lotza fun..hmm..now that's not something which is possible for all ma fans from the US n Europe Geos..so I'll give you a small trick that you can try at you place..go 2 your place as usual, sit at your comfort zone, now try to get attention of some one who looks like your target f very big interest..look at the subject until u get his/her attention..now that you have got his attention, whisper something to your friend sitting with you(yeah, it's more easy n effective when you are with company, the more the merrier), ask him/her 2 look at your subject, then turn back after we r sure d subject have noticed this and then pass a small comment(not always necessary) and all of you together at once, laugh like your subject is sitting  there naked wearing only a red turban on his/her head..n u can very well add more accessories to your subject for extra pleasure..n now check your subject's reactions n I'm sure it's gonna give you only more reasons 2 roll on the floor laughing..The only warning which comes with this is that, it will b more safer f u know the subject better..hehe..u don't wanna play this on d company CEO or d HR manager do u??..n trust me this is real fun..n those f u who have already tried this(I'm sure many have) won't agree less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yeah yeah d blog ends here..u can leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..n please don't ask me what kinda title is this for this entry..coz even i haven't got a clue..the moral f the story is "Don't Judge a Book by it's cover &amp;amp; don't judge a Blog by it's Title" (man, I'm good)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-6387872951497299060?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/6387872951497299060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=6387872951497299060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/6387872951497299060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/6387872951497299060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-im-not.html' title='..no im not..'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-5183839962093817584</id><published>2008-02-09T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:55:44.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..passion no: 37..</title><content type='html'>Blogging??passion??mine??..never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music, clubbing, biking, photography, adventure sports.. are..n so are many other things..&lt;br /&gt;But blogging!! never..but now, its ma latest addition to ma perpetual list of passions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..straight-from-the-shoulder, i never thought I'll ever develop this crush 4 blogging..i started hearing about blogging since i was in ma 10th grade..thats like 8 years ago(man! how time flies)..it was totally a new word..when we were memorizing electron delocalization in benzene n pauli's exclusion principle, to fight for the family honour and was trying to make sense out of the word "C.B.S.E board examination"..this new word 'blogging' was a burden...but by the time we went to college it was a huge rage among many of ma friends, it was one of the most happening things..but i was never intrigued, may b, coz i had plenty in my hand, even for which i din have time for..even now i have..then..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it was 'passion no:35 - photography' which made me create this blog, i wanted to join some photo blogs and so had to create one just for the sake of it(didn't knew then that we can post without having a personal blog)..that was like 6 months back..now revamped it on impulse,with stimulus from one of ma pal's blog,to find out what it really means to have a blog and to get the very feel of it..i ricocheted through a lot of other blogs..n in most f them people have really associated themselves to their blogs..i found that they are more real in here rather than they are otherwise by which i mean when they are what others want them to be..some write about their personal stuff as if in a daily diary ,but some look at what's happening around him/er and jot down their views..so we get to see all these view points from all the angles..these blogs are not just simpe time pass, they can be anything n everything, its up to you to decide on what you want this to be..now,isn't that the same with everything in life?..it is..if some one says i am like this because of my culture, this n that n whatnot, he is a miserable fool..my deeds decide me..wow! isn't this yet another topic 4 a big fat blog..so lets drop it here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now where was i??yeah..so now after seeing all these different blogs i was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell, then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way, there were voices down the corridor, i thought i heard them say...Hotel California??..yeah these things happen a lot with me..i get lost easily..now where was i again??..yeah now after all this touring I'm starting 2 get the smell n taste of it..I'm realizing what it means to have a blog and how powerful it can get if you want to..n after reading some really great blogs i looked at mine n i was like "what d fuck have i posted?"..but again, its like any other thing ri8?..so i am keeping them :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so, Blogging is my new found passion, I'm not a good writer..I don't read newspaper everyday to know what's really happening in this world, so really can't comment on any current mundane affairs..I'm not a great comedian or an entertainer or a poet or a story teller so don't expect anything of that sort from my blog too..I don't have a good vocabulary and my English sucks..big time..but no matter what happens, I'LL BE HERE and SO WILL MY BLOG..COZ THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAAAAA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Ahoo Ahoo Ahoo.. (ahem.. those r ma fellow Spartans acknowledging)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-5183839962093817584?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/5183839962093817584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=5183839962093817584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/5183839962093817584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/5183839962093817584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2008/02/passion-no-37.html' title='..passion no: 37..'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-8897167853996278966</id><published>2008-02-08T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:40:13.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder problem'/><title type='text'>..wonder...(the day after day 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...im still here..well is that a good news??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..hmm..lemme tell you something, i have this great affinity to computers..i can spend hours days n weeks looking at the screen of my computer, any computer in fact..i may not be doing anything particular at all..well, most people use computers for some purpose..and this list of 'purposes' is much bigger than the list of new-year resolutions i  take every year..some of the multitudinous purposes are u know like data storage, web browsing, e-mail, chat, games, music, movies, s/w development, design, stimulations, n the list is almost endless (like u never knew)..so there is always this purpose, i mean a productive purposeful purpose,something which adds value to say, us or someone else or a group or whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now tel me, do u think arranging and rearranging your different folders in the machine harmlessly(without crashing) is one such purpose which adds any value??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...do u think changing your desktop wallpaper every now and then, and spending a lot of time in searching downloading editing and designing wallpapers add any value??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..do u think customizing your machine with different themes, icon sets, applications, keyboard shortcuts, login screens, widgets or even adjusting your quick launch, tray icon and task bar infinitely add any value??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...do u think minimizing n maximizing windows, moving them around and tiling them, fit in that list of purposeful purpose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..does trying to touch the cursor on the screen while keeping your eyes closed is anything close to sanity??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..do you play hide-n-seek with your computer??or even know how to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but well.. these are some of the many dignified useless things i do with my computer..and yes this is how i spent hours days and week on ma machine..I've been doing the same for years and still feel that i haven't had enough..Does these things add some value, these things without any proper purpose??..it simply doesn't!!..but again, do we do everything for a purpose n for a reason? yeah damn we do..n u r friggin' wrong if you don't agree more..everything happens for a reason and purpose, and i know exactly what's the reason behind this erratic behavior is..its because i simply love it..(weird?)..now this is not the  problem..(well yeah there is a problem if you haven't figured that out yet)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like i have told you, I do this every time when I'm infront of a computer, yeah..even when I'm in office n have hell lotza work to do..and i end up doing nothing at all, i mean nothing i was asked or was supposed to do, in time..lemme clarify, 70% of my office hour is spend doing the things i love, 10% for the very short breaks i take and, during what's left, i work..now, THIS is the problem..but its not like i don't love my job or work n don't wanna do it n all..i love ma job..i really do..its challenging..it requires lotza skill..there's a lot of learning..n i enjoy it..when i do it n don't do it as well...so now you see, not doing the work is also something i love and it seems staying very late in office and step-up in "pending" work are a few signs of its domination over the other..so, while not doing work i do the other things i love to..&lt;br /&gt;..n so all said and done, in the end, this is what i am left with..80% of the office hour is wasted(as in for the organization)..n I'm conscience-smitten..pissed..really bad..but hardly for 5 minutes..n I'm back, back doing all the same good for nothing-but-me things and more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it..this is the problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now what/how do i conclude?? i mean now that i have made all this observation n all, its time i deduce something from it,ri8?..so lemme pull everything together..compile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i started talking something and ended up with something else..so I'm a drifter..&lt;br /&gt;..i waste office hours as i give less priority to doing work to not doing work...so I'm irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;..i understand all these problems...so I'm smart introspective n is a sophist..&lt;br /&gt;..but I do nothing about these problems..so I'm cheerfully irresponsible lazy bum..&lt;br /&gt;..so these shouldn't be real problems for me..so i could be cool,highly optimistic,awry,juvenile or rather stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so to start with, I'm blithe super-light cheerfully reckless stupid impetuous cool irresponsible smart drifter...n I'm LOVIN' it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..n to end this post with, I didn't find any solution to ma problem, and there seems to be none..how simply can there be, coz this how i am and I simply love it..so i guess, there was never a problem to begin with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "a problem is a problem only if there is a solution to it..else its a wonder,a marvel"                                                                                                                     -Swami Thanupathu kidu kidaananda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Hence i have been proved a marvel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..WONDERFUL..&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/4577065786789343993-8897167853996278966?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/8897167853996278966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=8897167853996278966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/8897167853996278966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/8897167853996278966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2008/02/wonderthe-day-after-day-1.html' title='..wonder...(the day after day 1)'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-4568176797405442824</id><published>2008-02-07T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:19:13.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason why'/><title type='text'>..the reason..</title><content type='html'>..i created this blog some time back for reasons unknown..today, revamped and launched it..to be very frank i don't really have a clue like why people do this..i mean blogging..may be that's the reason why I am here and have created this blog, to find in the long run,  like what drives people in creating and maintaining such a thing like this..is it a way to kill your time?? write down your subliminal thought?? is it for other people to read?? should i entertain them with some funny story or some interesting stuff from my life or some one else's?? is it just another way of showing off??&lt;br /&gt;  "Man u should check ma new blog post out, it features Zepplin"&lt;br /&gt;  "black post??"&lt;br /&gt;  "no kidding, u don't know what a blog is?"&lt;br /&gt;  "BLOG??i guess not..some newly opened pub is it?"&lt;br /&gt;  "man..no wonder u don't have a gal friend n no life"&lt;br /&gt;..what nonsense...or does people start blogs just for the sake of it?? n coming to think of it, is it for people like me who want to know the 'reason' that they have this??? WTF?..here i am...this is me..there is nowhere else on earth, i would rather be..now that's Bryan Adams..(the eye rolling smiley comes here)&lt;br /&gt;..So simply put, I'll be here till I find a reason for this out and may stay even longer after that, if I start to enjoy this that is..moreover there's nothing to lose, the site is free, there's no patent or copyright problems, and posting ma thoughts even though some of them are very sinful and dangerous wont take me to prison or get me fined..so i am at liberty here..hey???is this the reason??did i just strike gold??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-4568176797405442824?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/4568176797405442824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=4568176797405442824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/4568176797405442824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/4568176797405442824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2008/02/reason.html' title='..the reason..'/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577065786789343993.post-8730364427163300862</id><published>2007-08-19T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:06:57.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..The VampirE ChroniclZ begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4577065786789343993-8730364427163300862?l=vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/feeds/8730364427163300862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4577065786789343993&amp;postID=8730364427163300862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/8730364427163300862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577065786789343993/posts/default/8730364427163300862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampire-chroniclz.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>VishnU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652869541435134738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JTQll_f-Vck/R6sy7dWQxVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XrOXjANMmlg/S220/chk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
