<?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-32336987</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:21:09.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lum Kynton</title><subtitle type='html'>DISCLAIMER: This is for those who happen to browse through this page - (It's a warning) my blog may contain some unpleasant and explicit words and moreover, the page might not make sense to anyone, cos this is my playground and i set the rule, for it is my pond and i'm the big fish... hence browse and read if you wish, but at your own risk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32336987.post-2215462581200621853</id><published>2007-09-05T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T05:48:37.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Know Thyself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"How do others perceive me?"&lt;br /&gt;"How do I get to express what I feel about my team mates?"&lt;br /&gt;Well today you would get to know "the good" &amp;amp; "not so good" about yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(--extracts from the mail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To drive better communication/interaction within our VE team, &lt;em&gt;The communication team &lt;/em&gt;decided to have an informal meeting called 'Know Thyself', where each one of us was given a (blank) paper and we have to hang/carry it at our backs and anyone can go write anything they want to any person, be it good or bad. It's back stabbing in the real sense. Good thing, cos a perfect time to tell that asshole/bitch you always thought you would one day. No one is allow to see their placard untill the time is over. So the comments below are something which people, rather my fellow VE teammates perceive or think of who I am. It's orignial, except the one in brackets &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'( )'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Easy mode to connect to stock market &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(oh yeah...stock navigator?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very helpful &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(meee?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bundle of energy &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(wish its radioactive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stocks in my mind &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(no doubt about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life saver for many &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(really?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sporting spirit &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(sports - yes, spirits - no idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honest to the core &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(but where is my core?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny character &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(never knew that i have a character too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are cool &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(i guess its the basement's AC effect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice guy &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(are you sure?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sports King &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(sports ofcourse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great attitude &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(attitude? -born with it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your tips really works &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(during the bull run)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool dude &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(again?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riwin the live-wire &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(should i burn someone?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coolest person I have met &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(try sleeping with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cool dude, lacks energy but not enthusiasm &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(i have to find ways to store the energy above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleepy &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(dont disturb the slumber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eccentric &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(psychotic too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Start working in the morning also &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(i work 8hrs a day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lost world &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(which part?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t smoke &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(how about dope?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Total weirdo &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(i'm loving it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice person. Love to share stock tips &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(it doesn't cost me anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool dude &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(possible, cos the last time i had a fever was more than 5months ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for all the help and the advice &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(honing my skills)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monkey man &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(i'm being nice to (y)our ancestors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very helpful, rare species in VE :-) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(everyone is a rare species i supposed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interactions is critical &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(take me out for lunch/coffee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An amazing soul &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(is it some new version of Amazing grace?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stock Trader! How much money you made today? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(that's my business)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good human being, always help others, very hard working &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(hardly working?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great spirits, amazing temperament &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(i see, my spirit has been roaming around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Start football again&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; (come to my place or stay back late in the office)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its interesting to see how people look at you, rather think of you. I was expecting something different, but I guess I have good teammates (is diplomatic the correct word?) and they are nice to a fellow mortal like me. Whatever it might be, the bottom line is, it really doesn't matter much, even if someone calls us a spinless dickhead (i know its spineless), cos we are what we are, as long as we think that's the best for ourselves and let our neighbors live in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take away: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chocolates for having the maximum number of comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32336987-2215462581200621853?l=lyngs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/2215462581200621853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32336987&amp;postID=2215462581200621853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/2215462581200621853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/2215462581200621853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/2007/09/know-thyself-how-do-others-perceive-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32336987.post-1007472161992116091</id><published>2007-06-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:19:20.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Permutation and Combination of being Sick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Someone asked me, "You look sick, I mean aren't you keeping well?" I could only reply, "Yes, I'm sick, cos am unwell." Another question, "Why did you visit a doctor? are you unwell or something?" No damn it, I'm a medical sales rep and trying to convince the doc to prescribe his patients on this new self-stimulus condom. Tell me, why would I be in the loo, if I dont feel crappy/pissy, when i'm not a plumber? - I know some people play games there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, you start getting weird and funny questions when you wanted to answer the least. I guess the normality curve of your looks changes as soon as the virus gets into you. But like Blair has a Bush, sickness too has its own pros and cons - these are just a few that comes into my mind at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sneezed 113 times in a single night till the whole tummy aches -- Not a single musquito, cockroach or lizard's dare to be in your room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Body temp went up and you flip and turn the entire night trying to get some sleep -- You are the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Hot Guy'&lt;/span&gt; once in a blue moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Covered from head to toe, and more clothes to wash -- You get to used that dusty old winter jacket from your wardrope and look 1.5times your weight and above all save power; in the process, less effect on the Global warming (is it so?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, two days in bed was not fun (I wonder what pleasure Kumbhakaran gets for six months) - so you decided its time to teach these viruses a lesson. Take an appointment and time to see a doc. Man what a scene - when you left home, you felt you are the only one who's in such a pathetic state, but when you reach that small chamber, and hundred people waiting to greet you, yes to greet me (at least I can see it in their eyes), you could feel at least 98.4% better - But you are here, see the doc anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything's alright, all things are intact, just to be sure get these few tests done and come back with the reports. Few tests are CBC, CNBC, BBC, LST, LFT, LJT, LIFO, FIFO, parasites, termites, urine, X-rays, Ultra-sound... (blood, urine, light, sound, air, insects - anything's left?). Well, like what Lord Tennyson said, &lt;em&gt;"Ours not to make reply, Ours not to reason why, Ours but to do and die (live for me)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Test reports are out - Doc said that its a foodborne liver infection and here are few things you should avoid in the coming days - booze, smoke, non-veg, outside foods, spicy foods, office foods, stress, chocolates/milk, anything that has fat content in it - you call these, few? Am I not sick enough to be deprived from my normal life? But all I could say was, 'Thank God, I still can have water.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Few days went into weeks, and months and you are really sick (of your current status) and started getting paranoid on anything that used to be food until a few weeks ago. Then battery of tests, doc's appointments, tablets, capsules - looks like its never going to end... But, sooner or later you learn not to race against time and just go with the flow, then everything's back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; discovery of the season - &lt;em&gt;ULTRA-SOUND is something you see, not something you hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32336987-1007472161992116091?l=lyngs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/1007472161992116091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32336987&amp;postID=1007472161992116091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/1007472161992116091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/1007472161992116091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/2007/06/permutation-and-combination-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32336987.post-1091562167917114357</id><published>2007-06-13T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T07:43:06.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quarter/Mid-Life Crisis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been ages that am here - no rhymes or reasons, just dont feel like writing anything. Today isn't special either, except for the fact that I achieved a milestone - &lt;em&gt;another step towards the graveyard, or even better, my retirement is getting closer&lt;/em&gt;. This is a fact and no one can deny that - the sad part is that the world expects me to be wiser, but the truth is am getting older; the brighter side is i'm getting closer towards my goal - to see more of the world through my own eyes and experience it through my own life. On a day like this, it makes me ponder and wonder on many things in life - I know the key to life is '&lt;strong&gt;live the moment&lt;/strong&gt;', but I just can't help without looking back towards the past and start thinking about the future. These are some of the so called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"food for thought"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stuffs, which I dont expect anyone to agree/disagree or whatever with any of them. That's the beauty with our Mind - it always does what it wants or wishes to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. You miss the comforts of college,of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers to life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32336987-1091562167917114357?l=lyngs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/1091562167917114357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32336987&amp;postID=1091562167917114357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/1091562167917114357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/1091562167917114357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/2007/06/quartermid-life-crisis-its-been-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32336987.post-3930958372899952771</id><published>2007-03-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:37:32.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jumping and Tumbling along the 'Lunurs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep shrill sound of insects and barking of dogs woke me up. I was shocked when I open my eyes to see the three-quarter baked moon staring angrily at me through the hazy dark grey cloud; the cloud that hover the pine trees around like its going to swoop them away. It takes me a good five minutes before I could figure out where exactly I am. It was the sight of the two gigantic black fruit tree and vegetable fruit tree and the bamboo trees that makes me realize that I’m right in the middle of no man’s land. It’s the no man’s land which separates the garden of our neighbor and ours – it’s next to the cowshed, to be specific. I tried hard to think and reason out about what has brought me to this place, my brain’s stopped as fear has overtaken me, and like any smart eight year old kid I cover my face and went off to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tap on my body woke me up again and slowly open the blanket off my face and even a bigger shock when I notice a figure with long hair, dressed in black and white stripes cloak was standing right above my head with a little girl next to her. “Nah”, she said, out of fear, I tried to pull back the blanket to cover my face. “NAH”, she shouted, “wake up.” I woke up and to my surprise it was Mom. “Go and call Daddy from the shop, BD is not well.” Then I realized the little girl is my cousin. I jumped out “what time is it?” I asked, “It’s around 4.00AM”, mom said. “I wont sleep in this place again mom”, “why on earth did you sleep here in the first place?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Should I go right away?” I asked. “No, come home first, I will give you the knife for yourself, also you will need the cloth to wrap your hands to hold that knife”, mom said.&lt;br /&gt;“Do I have to walk through that path where there are those scary thorny jungles, with a chance of meeting some blood hunters or run through the garden and climb the bamboo fences?” I asked again, “Which ever you prefer.” Mom answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running for a while, I landed next to the old school compound which has been decorated for the sports day in a few hours time. I took a round of the building just to have a full glimpse of (what’s going to be) the grand occasion. Suddenly I came across a huge cylindrical object lying on the floor and it interested me. “Can I go inside”, I asked the guy standing next. “Hmmm…” he stammered, and I couldn’t hear what he said, as I was already in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift, flip and turn everything that I could inside. As I move towards the other opening, I heard a loud cheer of boys and girls playing outside. I came out, “What is this?” I asked the guy standing next to it again (not sure if it’s the same guy). “It’s the tail of a plane and they call it the Helicopter”, he said. “Uhuh…” I replied, pretending that I’m acknowledging him. And the guy keeps going about the Helicopter thing, in the mean while I keep watching at the kids wearing different colors of paper hats. They keep playing among themselves and some were dancing to the loud music coming from the loud speakers tied on top of trees across different corner of the fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard a familiar voice then I saw my sweet little BD jumping around with Dad in a sloppy field in one of the corners. I ran to them so fast that I almost tumble along the way. “Where’s Dihe?” I asked, while panting like a dog. “At home”, BD replied, with the ‘do not disturb tone’.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I jumped in and started moving and jumping up and down the slope. “Where have you been?” BD asked. “Up there”, I replied without looking at her as I was busy gyrating my body to the loud music.&lt;br /&gt;Like any three year old kid, BD comes with hundred sensible questions, “Where were you last night?” she asked, without looking at me. “Sleeping”, I replied.&lt;br /&gt;Before Dad gets the attention, I took her hand and run up and down the slope and tumbling along the way with dad catching her down below. We kept repeating again and again and again and for the moment I forgot about everything and just want to keep jumping and tumbling along those ‘Lunurs…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32336987-3930958372899952771?l=lyngs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/3930958372899952771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32336987&amp;postID=3930958372899952771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/3930958372899952771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/3930958372899952771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/2007/03/excerpts-from-jumping-and-tumbling.html' title=''/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32336987.post-1468256216999011292</id><published>2006-12-06T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:00:00.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overcome Boredom - Build a Story...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored of the same routine work at office… wanna have fun while @ work… You can try this out, but you will need a team of like minded ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we did - someone sent this forward… the link below, and we dicided to play a game 'Build a story' (thru email) on it (instead of the usual coffee break), and I tell you its real fun….&lt;br /&gt;Check the link and read the story we have built (I expected worse than this tho' :-D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.axefeather.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.axefeather.com/&lt;/a&gt; (could try on anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team members are (which includes both guys and gals):&lt;br /&gt;Member 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 &amp; 7&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Once there was girl named Catherine mumu, who was sleeping peacefully in her sleep. 2) Then came a horny Indian to disturb her 3) He had a feather in his hand and din know wot to do. 4) He applied the invisible gel so that Catherine mumu cannot see him. 5) And he started doin all ( that we might have tried until now) and decided let the whole world enjoy this pleasure and hence did some intelligent coding to come up with this flash file. 6) Meanwhile catherine mumu was very turned on by all the tickling in the right places ;)). 7) and put on loud music (to add more fun) and let the moaning continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) But since the guy had applied the invisible balm, Cathy thought it was actually her boy friend Marish Korsario, who was doing all that Kich Kich. 2) But Marish Korsario was a buggar and apart from having fun he also strated some trading…. 3) once while he was trading he found a very good customer for catehrine who wanted to FEATHER Her. 4) Meanwhile, the hunter came in to Catherine mumu’s room searching for his wife. In the dark, he mistook Catherine Mumu to be his wife and the horny Indian as Mayur. 5) Mayur started trading catherine mumu to the hunter much to his annoyance (as hunter thought mayur was trading his own wife to him) 6) The hunter wanted Mayur (the horny Indian coz tht is wht he actually is) intstead (much to Catherine mumus grief - she was having ooo so much fun with him) .. While roaming around in the jungle the hunter had come to the realization of his true inclinations and hence the preference 7) While far away, Rocky was busy watching all of these actions with his binocular….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interval:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the story is pretty complicated now, lets reintroduce the characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cathy:&lt;/em&gt; the heroine of the story, who is lying in the bed half naked. ( with a feather lying near her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hunter:&lt;/em&gt; a man who is generally hunting. ( searching for his wife since the movie "The lonely wood pecker and the horny hunter" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marish Korzario:&lt;/em&gt; the person, whom cathy thinks is tickling her. ( also cathy old boy friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The horny Indian:&lt;/em&gt; the person who is really tickling cathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mayur:&lt;/em&gt; the guy who actually slept with the hunters wife and currently being chased by the hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rocky: &lt;/em&gt;a peeping tom, who roams around the jungle with his binoculars looking into other ppl bedroom through his binoculars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd part:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The hunter kills the horny indian, thinking its mayur ( who was sleeping with his wife). 2) Seeing this as the right chance ROrcky runs to the room with his binaculars to sleep with cathy, who is now lonely 3) But actullay Rocky forgot to see from the bino who it was. So he thinks it is cathy but the stories suspense turns now…"Who is in the BED"……... 4) Meanwhile Michael was very upset at Rocky for not turning up at his office as promised. He calls it a day and decides to go home…as he opens his bed room door, he is shocked to find Rocky in the bed with a mysterious figure…He calls out ….CATHYYYYY….??? 5) Cathyyyy comes to her senses and realises that it was not michael who was fidling her. She decides that there is no point in having esx with michael as she has never enjoyed it as she did for the last few hours. She decides to stick with Rocky and kills michael. 6) The dead bodies of the horny Indian and erstwhile michael are buried hurriedly by Cathy and Rocky in the backyard underneath an oak tree. Cathy (even though she did not enjoy having esx with him while he was alive) planted white lillies on michael's grave. She and rocky then go back to the bed and the feather. 7) All these while, the hunter was watching and hiding inside the bed room. When Rocky enter inside, he hit him with the Carabina and Rocky felt to the floor, then he grabbed cathy by her hand and tied both of them on top of each other with the climbing rope, took his two barrel gun blow a hole from cathy's behind and the loud noise scares all the monkeys around. Then put his hat on and pull out his last grenade, and pull off the pin and from a distance he throw it…boooommmmmmmm…. Now get back to work (I have an OI and VLM to b completed)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now get back to work and curse me if you like…..hahahaha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32336987-1468256216999011292?l=lyngs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/1468256216999011292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32336987&amp;postID=1468256216999011292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/1468256216999011292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/1468256216999011292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/2006/12/overcome-boredom-build-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32336987.post-2292651794458022301</id><published>2006-09-18T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T04:14:03.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this sudden rush that i got to finish this pending thing (post), which i have started long time back (i mean put some content to the heading above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Ideas, I heard a lot of them - good idea, stupid idea, great idea, wacky idea, weird idea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; idea and so on... of these I would chose 'Original'. But what really differentiates is how to get across these ideas, that is how to get them executed, otherwise idea will always be just a thought which everybody has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder why so many ideas come when lying in bed, but they get erased the moment I wake up (maybe my brain doesn't like being idle for the whole night while I sleep). The best part about ideas is the sense of accomplishments you get after the successful execution of an original idea. I just can't forget and smile at those stuffs we used to do when we were younger - Ideas just flow when you are young and small, and the best part is you will execute them immediately. The difference between then and now is (I believe) that we hardly care about consequences then (not that I really do even now), but I guess as we grow older, we tend to think more than act, cos we want to show that our brain is growing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember during school (hostel) days on how we had this (original) idea on how to &lt;em&gt;'Pee through the skylight' - &lt;/em&gt;It was decided (come what may) that we have to do it, (not sure for what), but we woke up in the middle of the night climbed through the window grill to the skylight opening and relieving ourselves one after the other. It was fun and what a sense of achievement we had for that whole week to accomplish something of that calibre (that too) at the age of 12. Another one was '&lt;em&gt;Applying toothpaste on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; buttock'&lt;/em&gt; - It was in one of those jungle camping, after heavy physical activities during the day, everyone was exhausted and stoned by the end of day - the only thing we wanna do was to hit the sack. It was then a couple of thinking friends decided to execute this (original) idea. What a sight it was in the morning specially when you have only a mug of water to wash your a$$. Soap bubbles all over - I wanted to know what must have gone through that person's head then (but we prefer to remain silent) - but it was fun, again a sense of accomplishment, something to take home from the camp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32336987-2292651794458022301?l=lyngs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/2292651794458022301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32336987&amp;postID=2292651794458022301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/2292651794458022301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/2292651794458022301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/2006/09/idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32336987.post-3987491799356489928</id><published>2006-09-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T04:14:20.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being Normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm trying to think what exactly being normal is like. I heard many a times when people around me keep saying, behave like a normal person. What the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definition&lt;/span&gt; suggests is " lack of significant deviation from the average," that's normality, or is it abnormality? i have no clue, you gotta tell me... but who's to define or measure the normality/abnormality of some one else, is it a psychiatrist, a doctor, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? again I have no idea... but time and again I heard people keep saying that. From the little observations that i have made, i realized that you are normal if -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You fart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; in a crowded place and let the world sense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; new fragrance (without knowing it was you), instead of lifting one side of your pairs and make the loudest noise you could have in your life time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You stare at the screen the entire 3hrs to some boring movie show, and not understand what's going on (cos you paid for it) without looking at the sexy damsel sitting next to you or at a viewable distance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its considered normal if you say you are feeling good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;infact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very good to someone asking "How are you?" but the fact is that you are feeling real crappy and looking for the nearest loo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are normal, if a girl ask about her new hairdo and you said she is gorgeous, instead of telling her that she looks terribly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; and even the wildest crow won't dare come to her balcony from now on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hence, I started having this strange feeling that normality is all about pretending and not what we really are. If you don't know how to pretend then you really don't belong to the 'normal' society which has captured more than 51%+ (that's more than half) of this planet. I'll keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adding&lt;/span&gt; as and when I get more observations and new points are welcome which you think I should add and in the same flow to the normality lists above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32336987-3987491799356489928?l=lyngs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/3987491799356489928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32336987&amp;postID=3987491799356489928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/3987491799356489928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/3987491799356489928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32336987.post-115805505472677373</id><published>2006-09-12T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T04:15:22.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right of freedom to sleep ( Zzzzz...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Afternoon session, after a heavy lunch is always a pain - I always have this problem: pre lunch, I can't do anything cos I'm hungry and post lunch again I can't do a thing cos I'm sleepy. But post lunch has been a major problem, all I want to do is sleep... If anyone were to ask me my happiest moment, without any doubt it would be sleeping. But sleeping in the office is almost like a crime... like someone said, its not a good impression, but what the hell? Don't I have the freedom to do what I want to. But on a second thought, I really don't have, cos I'm paid not to come and doze off in here. But thanks to black coffee and cigarettes ( I mean thanks to those good guys who discovered/invented them) otherwise I wouldn't have last here this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I keep thinking, why can I just do what I want? But I guess its this shitty thing call 'money', money is indeed the root of all (did I say all, not really but some) evils. At times I wish I'm living in those stone age - kill every edible creature that comes your way, then all u need to worry is fill your tummy and go back to sleep. But fortunately/unfortunately I'm born in this technology age (not that we can eat technology), but just for a feel good factor, I try to make myself believe that they don't eat stones in those era either. But even if I own an island (seen 'Cast Away'?) I think it wont be really that great... As such, I really don't think there's any virgin island anymore - its all becos of the human virus. What the hell, these news channels keep reporting that so many people died in the middle east or middle west or whatever... But I still feel that they don't die enough to empty the place. Sometimes I wonder why don't those guys use nuclear bombs, if not to clean the human virus, but at least to do a real time testing - for all you know that shit might not really work by now - cos we only read that nuclear is the 'thing' which can wipe the human race, but crap we never witnessed it. Who knows it might be rotten and never burst when you really want it to happen, after all barking dogs seldom bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm feeling much better now, my eyelids are opening again, so are my grey cells... Time to get back to work, otherwise even my Right of getting paid might be denied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32336987-115805505472677373?l=lyngs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/115805505472677373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32336987&amp;postID=115805505472677373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/115805505472677373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/115805505472677373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/2006/09/right-of-freedom-to-sleep-zzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32336987.post-115763797229623223</id><published>2006-09-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:00:26.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inspiration for a starter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes ago, i was reading (&lt;a href="http://vixdom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vixdom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) Vix's blog (that's how he calls himself, but i prefer to spell it as Vik, as his name is Vikram) and i got this inspriration to try my hand on this blog thingy again. I still feel bad, cos two weeks ago i discovered that i have lost all my blogs written in rediffblog (two years back) as my id doesn't exist anymore - thanks to my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still hope (maybe hoping against hope) that someday i will find them, you know such things are precious to me (as it is, i'm too lazy to write anything) and usually ideas don't come again, they visit you once and they go, the other reason could be that i have a short memory... and forget things once i put down in black and white or the moment i say it out to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole day i've been listening to music, but still can't remember a single one. All i could recall are 'The Art of Shredding - Pantera', 'Crash course in brain surgery - Metallica and 'The graveyard by moonlight - Cradle of filth'. when i look back now, i just... shit why am i writting so much? this is more than an inspiration, i guess its boredom that im fighting while waiting for the review call, not this either... i think am wasting time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32336987-115763797229623223?l=lyngs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/feeds/115763797229623223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32336987&amp;postID=115763797229623223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/115763797229623223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32336987/posts/default/115763797229623223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyngs.blogspot.com/2006/09/inspiration-for-starter.html' title=''/><author><name>Riwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17524914100959725481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/riwin.s/RStLUrY_ABI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E6PYjTBFQsU/s288/100_0703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
