<?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-6072031703009218901</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:19:00.582-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustang Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-6562904995198103127</id><published>2007-12-06T17:04:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:20:44.454-11:00</updated><title type='text'>De-Timing</title><content type='html'>Last night i went to see Parikrama perform live. Loadsa head banging and shouting...i still cant hear properly and my throat's gone for a six. It was probably the best concert i had attended for a very long time. I idolize those guys man. They aren't in for the commercialism. they just play coz they love their music. They have no copyright issues...anyone can copy and pirate their songs. they don't care. And they're too good. They don't call 'em the face of Indian rock for no reason. Me and the gang lost our voices for several after cheering for them. After the concert i was overcome by those sudden bouts of "josh". But im not gonna abuse and shit this time. I'm just writing a small temporary goodbye over here.&lt;br /&gt;I have loadsa things to do. Study loads, learn a few things I've been wanting to. So im officially closing this blog for a while. I will comeback sometime during June. Till then its chow to all mah readers. Thanks for dropping by guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't get into drama&lt;br /&gt;-bros ALWAYS b4 hoes man&lt;br /&gt;-don't try to be someone ur not&lt;br /&gt;-get nationalistic&lt;br /&gt;-live for the kwan (refer my first post)&lt;br /&gt;-dnt take shit from no one..lash, thrash and bash all the cunts hu piss u off&lt;br /&gt;-stuff can worse than it is for u, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tension nahin.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;keep the Murphy's law in mind&lt;br /&gt;-don't jump at random happiness&lt;br /&gt;-make urself worthy of recognition first and then talk big.&lt;br /&gt;-intellectual wannabes are a dangerous breed, they'll sho that they're smart and try and overshadow u. kick em in the nuts (if they have em..for chix...just kick em out)&lt;br /&gt;-please don't be like those despo freaks of nature i talked about&lt;br /&gt;-be full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;josh&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;if u kno the outcome...go innovative as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;-bad times don't last forever..&lt;br /&gt;-keep the "power of the spirit running" ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to ya all...&lt;br /&gt;rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072031703009218901-6562904995198103127?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/6562904995198103127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=6562904995198103127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/6562904995198103127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/6562904995198103127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_12_02_archive.html#6562904995198103127' title='De-Timing'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-8772603060940888773</id><published>2007-11-27T06:41:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T06:47:07.768-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I meditate, You gravitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The kick ass kung-fu priest does not use guns. The kick ass kung fu priest does not kill. The kick ass kung fu priest just breaks a lot of bones. And is all into what we call immunition warfare.&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing about monks in movies is, that they play those classy 'mind games' with their protégés. And they're gonna give all kinds of brilliant spiritual lessons about how to accept stuff in the most unexpected(read stupid) way. What i mean is. U get all sorts of stuff about how to move forward if u gonna go back. How to lose if u wanna win. How to crawl if u wanna fly. If u wanna go down go up. If u wanna go right go left. Jeez...thats lame.. And if people haven't realized that yet. They're really really stupid. If i leave the monk with a group of naxalites tomorrow im sure he will not be able to make god loving Buddhists out of them. Thing is..that the whole concept of spiritual awakening and true spiritual living is slightly over rated. Its too ideal and conceptual for practicing.&lt;br /&gt;I remember participating in one of the most pointless debates ever about the importance of spirituality. And thing was that except the old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadhu&lt;/span&gt; guy who was present no one really seemed genuinely interested in what they were saying. But there was another dude. An eminent columnist with spiky hair and stylish beard with his flashy tie and jazzy shirt. This fellow said a few things that really changed the way i look at the whole spiritual stuff. It is a very interesting thing. highly logical and not always about the triumph of good over evil and compassion and selflessness over indifference. I'll come back to what he said later. But first im gonna talk about some seriously serious stuff (which means its really really serious). Sometime ago while discussing such intellectual sounding things me and some pals came across the talk of spirit. The xing, chi and whatever u may wanna relate it to. Now development of spirit is never the normal thing for 17 yr olds to discuss but then we don't really do all that intense talking. We just think about what life wud b like if the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'power of spirit'&lt;/span&gt; could be used to enhance our physical abilities and help us to do all sorts of super human stuff. Imagine. kicking Bush's ass and disappearing from the scene by using the power of spirit. Saving the neighbors daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;using ur &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;power of spirit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from an earthquake (created by ur &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;power of spirit&lt;/span&gt;)  and then getting her to sleep with u and help u try out ur &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'power of spirit'&lt;/span&gt;. Now that is how narrow minded most of us are. Now if u dnt wanna agree, don't. But im dead sure that u dnt think any 'deeper' either.&lt;br /&gt;Well coming back to what the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool dude&lt;/span&gt; i met during the debate said. He said that being spiritual dsnt necessarily mean that u obtain peace of mind and all the nice things that grownups are dying to obtain these days. He said that considering the power of spirit will get u places if u kno what ur doing. What he meant was the same things as i did. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Power of spirit'&lt;/span&gt;. The kickassest power that is admirably possible for almost everyone to obtain. When i say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;,yes, i DO mean exceptions. Some people are too loserish to even think on these terms, not really meaning that not thinking makes u loserish. But anyhow. "power of spirit" is actually one of those ass busting things that humans can develop to accomplish a lot of assbusting stuff (i use "kick ass" too often by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now what was the point of this post again?  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing..it was another pointless post i wrote coz i just wanted to daydream about how i cud use the 'power of spirit' to do impossible things that even jackie chan cudnt do in his fancy movies. HAHAHAHAHA...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is not funny)&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072031703009218901-8772603060940888773?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8772603060940888773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=8772603060940888773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/8772603060940888773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/8772603060940888773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_11_25_archive.html#8772603060940888773' title='I meditate, You gravitate'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-5274118084548260032</id><published>2007-11-23T15:38:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:37:53.738-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Desperationland....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*This post is concerns something i wanted to write for a very long time. its perhaps one of the "most imporant" ones i've written yet.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning i picked up the 'city' supplement of Hindustan Times which I barely read (except for the movie schedules) coz I get two other newspapers. I decided to read all the three papers cover to cover just like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(bad idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I came across this  really really sad column called "dil se.." in HT city. I thought I'd read it for a good laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(another bad idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. And thats when I got a serious shock. There were several messages there that could classify as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"horrifying", "pathetic"&lt;/span&gt; or a really really high superlative for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"lame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Shit man...it was all about desperate people trying to hook themselves up with other desperate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now if it was all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;middle aged 'teenagers'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who suck at maintaining their lives I wudnt have given a rat's ass. But this was people under 25, man. Ok...im still not able to make a point here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well..there was one message.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Can we friendship with each other?...from  'J' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now this guy is SOOOO smart...he wrote a message (in what he may want to call English) and no one even knows his identity!!...HOW COOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(fuck him...bloody S.O.B...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. And the guy's probably laughing secretly somewhere thinking he's a real smart ass. As most of us kno...he's a real JACKASS... Firstly for the message, and secondly for his "carefully chosen secret identity that no one knows about"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(asshole)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I completely disagree with the concept of that column man. Some cheap son of a bitch hoping to hook up with some female who's probably sadder than him, reading that column looking for possible "life partners". Jeez...How desperate can one get? Its not even like these people want to get laid quickly or something. Its just that they want loadsa attention and loadsa pampering which their present set of pals cant satisfy (to my immense surprise *sarcastically*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were messages like "I'm a handsome guy, 20 yrs old and need a friend..any gals interested?" Now SHIT those who say stuff like this. The guy wants a FrIeND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....he's lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;..ooh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.he's an asshole..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn him..and damn everybody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; him. Thats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Indian Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for you ladies and gentlemen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love hungry, Overhorny, depressed and desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; asswipes who are sad excuses for human beings. Fuck 'em all. That column (as i can guess) was meant for people "professing their undying love" for their loved ones. And it turned into a goddamn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dating service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. No wait...dating service is such a decent term. Its a bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; despoz association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; or something. One despo asking another despo to get rid of their despo nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"HI! im Aman....ur Aditya's friend..i wanna be ur friend too...reply thru this columnn!!"&lt;/span&gt; well...FUCK YOU Aman. FUCK YOU Aditya. and FUCK YOU u skinny bitch whosoever you are trying to use this column to get laid like ur a pro slut or something. GET A LIFE U FAGGOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next thing you kno...you'll have gay people sending all sorts of gay messages. It will turn into a freakin' dog show a few months from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its not just this stupid column. Its the whole idea about desperate people around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I wanna be loved" "i wanna be in love" "i want some excitement...i need a guy" "i need a girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT U BLOODY WELL NEED IS A KICK WHERE IT HURTS REAL BAD!! Horse-fuckin-shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have so many youngsters looking upto ur generation guys. Is this the kinda madness you want them to learn? Or is it that u don't care. I hope its the latter coz atleast that will place u as stupid and not evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've read about people committing suicides after break ups and unsuccessful proposals. Well screw everybody who killed themselves coz of it. I don't care if the girl/guy u wanted turned out to be a total dust cunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You don't have my sympathy at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.... Your family does. People who gave a damn as to whether u lived or died. They are the ones suffering. Whats it to you u sick coward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I officially hate despos. And i would NEVER in my life befriend one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're young. Energetic. Theres So much we can do. Is it SO necessary to become something like this to gain attention? Why not take the harder route and do something worthwhile to get recognition? I don't ask for attention. I have enough of it already. But I still work towards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;honour, glory and respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. And these are things you wouldn't even understand if someone told you on ur face. Because you havent got space to squeeze this stuff in ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pea sized brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; since it is full of the next few mushy ideas about how ur gonna approach ten different girls at the same time or ten different boys at the same time and then take whosoever is stupid (read deserate) enough to see ur pathetic sad face everyday for the rest of their miserable life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am bloody PROUD to be a part of the gang I have now. We may not be partying late night. But we still have our priorities right. And I'm fuckin' sure that we're gonna be helluva lot happier than u miserable lot anyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;still fuming...but cheers anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072031703009218901-5274118084548260032?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5274118084548260032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=5274118084548260032' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/5274118084548260032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/5274118084548260032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_11_18_archive.html#5274118084548260032' title='Holy Desperationland....'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-1466871826417587663</id><published>2007-11-21T08:38:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:29:11.346-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Guy Theory ( I )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When u kno for sure that ur gonna get jacked. You might as well give in completely or not give in at all. Both ways, one thing is clear. Be in extremes. I mean...make yourself feel a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny little&lt;/span&gt; bit better for a little while by doing something out of convention. I'm ofcourse talking in relative terms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my best friends had this philosophy which is best explained in the following quote. "If you are sure to get raped, you might as well enjoy it". One may laugh it off as a raunchy one liner or something. But this ones definitely got a lot of meaning. i mean...u KNOW ur gonna get screwed....why not get screwed in style?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember about several instances in school where i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; i was gonna get into trouble. And on one of them i thought..."alright..this is it...im not taking this shit..." Since i bunked in the freakiest ways possible (it wasnt just for the high...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honest!&lt;/span&gt;) i knew i was gonna get suspended sometime soon. So i just blew up..gave the details about what i did during the bunks, where i went, etc etc. to the teachers. I mean...I was DAMN good at planning it all out. you HAD to give me credit. I was like.."im getting the letter....why not get it on lighter terms". It was a wonderful feeling facing the punishment (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no suspension...loadsa homework, tho i prefer the former&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It wasn't the kinda punishment that made me like it. It was the circumstances in which i earned it. Point being...if the entire gang is laughing their heads off as you are going into serious details about how you screwed up at the fence while jumping over and tore ur pants and stuff...who's gonna let you off? But atleast it didn't upset everyone. The things u can do by being funny...its amazing. Even the teachers were like, "then what happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Point is...if u kno ur gonna get fucked sometime soon, there isn't much need to brace urself..u kno its coming. Go with the flow and get super involved. Facing away aint gonna help. I had another pal. This one was gonna ask out this super hot chick who looked as tho she was from Veela-land or something. We all knew she wasn't gonna give a damn. He knew it too. But he went over and said all he had to which full confidence. He didn't pee in his pants for one thing. He was smart...and he said everything the way u see in those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh thats perfect romance"&lt;/span&gt; shit flicks.The girl actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;considered!!&lt;/span&gt;. She said a polite no however...but the whole deal made him damn happy! Coz the chick didn't hate him for existing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say, ur gonna die. this guy with a gun's about to kill you. and you KNOW there aint escape. I mean, NO way out. Watcha gonna do mate? Curl up and die? Or say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"please Mr Big Mosnter Face...please don't use ur Big monster gun on me!!"&lt;/span&gt;?? Its better to rush in and fight. U may die. But u aint gonna die a wimp. You kicked him in the nutsack and he's howling with pain inside, probably wondering whether he's gonna become daddy someday or not. You might even win. The human mind has improvising capacities still undiscovered. U never kno. You just might whip his ass in the end and survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So thats my point...just go and do it man. Face whatever comes the way u would want to. Back off with pride man. Live with a lil bit of dignity rather than sulk in fear and die without respect. Who gives a crap as to whats gonna happen if u kno the outcome already. Just do stuff your way. Rest of the nonsense can wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.E.A.C.E !&lt;/span&gt;&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/6072031703009218901-1466871826417587663?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1466871826417587663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=1466871826417587663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/1466871826417587663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/1466871826417587663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_11_18_archive.html#1466871826417587663' title='Nice Guy Theory ( I )'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-3075238196659418587</id><published>2007-11-19T22:49:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:30:29.956-11:00</updated><title type='text'>есть всегда кое-что худшее</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No. I don't know Russian. My dads best friend does though. He was a part of MI some time ago.Anyway, what the stuff up there written in Russian means, is something i know. The literal translation would be "There's always something worse". My translation would be- "Shit can get thicker when ur in it." No seriously! Its, infact, an old Russian saying. And (if you are really really dumb) it means that if u think ur having a bad day u ought to be thankful that things could be a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;Now this one here, is aimed at some really really lame characters, with really really lame problems, regarding really really lame issues, and who deal with them in a really really lame way.Everybody thinks that their problems are of the highest order. The more they think on those lines. The more they sound like the douches of highest order.&lt;br /&gt;You see...I am really really scared of people who have problems. I mean..even I used to talk about how bad stuff happened to me and use to sulk about it all the time. But I never got too far.I always got back to my normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'jesus created a fellow like me, so who gives a crap?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; mode. But when i speak to some other people about what their problems are. Everything goes in different directions and none of the usual conventional lines about "things will get better" or "dont worry all becomes nice in the end" etc etc. work. Its really pissing off. Yes, stereotypical advice sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things about listening to peoples problems is that it makes u wonder whether u are having a bad time or a "worse time".&lt;br /&gt;For example, if Tom is lamenting about his super sad love life to Jerry while heating him on a frying pan u definitely know that Jerry's having the "worse time". Thing is...that jerry could have been in a worse situation. He could have been burnt directly, roasted, grated, chopped or even stuffed with cheese (no...thats a good thing actually). But while he's in a frying pan..he can escape.The reader may think "thats bad logic!". But since when did Tom and jerry follow the usual laws of newtonian physics?&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've learned about bad times is that a lot of it happens when u have an over sized ego. U kno what i mean...stupid people thinking of themselves to be height of cool...taking a severe downfall and then sulking about its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;unexected nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and how it shoudlnt have happened to them and shit. Ego is a very bad thing when it comes to this. U feel it broken and its possibly the worst kinda thing to be felt (but like i said..theres something worse perhaps). Somebody does u wrong, ur too egoistic to admit it and it gives u a serious kick in the butt to think about it coz u kno it deep inside that you on ur own got urself into this mess. But recieving a blow to ur ego is not the worst thing is it? Things could definitely get worse ryt?&lt;br /&gt;That DPS chick thought that she got the worse when her MMS leaked and the whole country saw her 'doin it'. Things got worse when she received an offer from some adult film company. See? theres ALWAYS something worse.&lt;br /&gt;Rakhi Sawant thought she had the worst when she lost the publicity case against Mika. Things got worse when the 'Pappi' song came out and she was living in isolation for some lame reality show having NO idea as to what was happening outside.&lt;br /&gt;Jack Sparrow thought he had it worst when bootstrap gave him "the mark". things got worse when Elizabeth made sure he got swallowed by the Kracken.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore thought he had it worst when he got killed. Things got worse when Rowling claimed he was gay!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had the worst when i had to wipe dog poo all over my house coz of my new pup. Things got worse when she developed diarrhea after medication. I DO have a point u see..&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;There are people who still don't get it. For them the worst that can happen is their partners ditching them, or their parents not giving them enough cash, or their image crashing down coz of something stupid..blah blah blah...I don't understand. I thought i was narrow minded. But with the world full of so many desperate people...i think im a pretty good guy..&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. I have SEEN people lamenting about how desperate they are. And i have SEEN people dying in the ways imaginable by only Quentin Taratino. The contrast isn't very hard to miss u kno!&lt;br /&gt;HAH! The reader here might be thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'Wtf is wrong with this guy!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I wud say...EVERYTHING!!...But i aint vendettizing or anything...just speculating like i usually do. Coz if ur gonna get raped by jack the ripper...things could get worse and u might be fingered by Captain Hook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers! (or not...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072031703009218901-3075238196659418587?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3075238196659418587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=3075238196659418587' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/3075238196659418587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/3075238196659418587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_11_18_archive.html#3075238196659418587' title='есть всегда кое-что худшее'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-2010838736256811924</id><published>2007-11-19T22:19:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:30:08.113-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Mustang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since this is one of those moments when i don't feel like being funny or interesting (but DO feel like writing) I'm gonna stick to something safe lest i get into trouble for writing something i didnt think of and was read by the IDF (who will plan my assassination in like ten seconds and execute me in another ten)&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering whether the name of my blog "mustang heart" is apt or not. The mustang for some of us is the drool worthy Ford vehicle nicknamed Sally. For some its the new officer in the regiment. For some, the little kick ass bike. For some, the album by Dragon Ash. And for the more sensible and literate (like me) the wild breed of horses.&lt;br /&gt;I had two things in mind when I thought of Mustang. First was that it was one animal that had real class. And secondly, it was really wild. It was infact, the latter, that made me relate to the Mustang. The idea of a wild and free life is what appeals to loads of people. And i am no exception. Most of us, in our blogs, our profiles, our webpages try to portray ourselves as what we want to be and NOT what we are. we can impress loads of insignificant people with some lameass liguistic skills we may have picked up from pointless heavy english classics. Its true. and if u are offended by what i just said. Don't bother to read on. I used to do that too. tried to pose myself as a suave  and thorough gentleman on all my pages and later on realized its not worth it. I came back to my simple wild image after that.&lt;br /&gt;Through out the last two years of my school life, i wasted a lot of time trying to be something i was not. Living through opinionated circumstances arising out of perhaps my own fool hardiness.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a LOT of time to realize that it was SO not me. I ended up becoming this wannabe kinda guy or something man..&lt;br /&gt;It was so defeating to look back at my life at that time that i didnt think i could get any better.Later on i felt that i was all wrong. I was meant to be wild and eccentric and funny and all the explosive things. I reverted back to it all.&lt;br /&gt;I am, i swear, bursting with what i have inside my head right now. I wanna let it all out. Just bidding my time that when the moment arises im gonna blow up with all the humor and all the great things i have locked up in me. At that point of time i think i will become the true mustang.I have SO much in me that i think one life time won't be enough to take it all out. I'm just waiting. Let the day come and i'll show u what Mustangs can really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, i wait.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for now.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL MUSTANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072031703009218901-2010838736256811924?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/2010838736256811924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=2010838736256811924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/2010838736256811924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/2010838736256811924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_11_18_archive.html#2010838736256811924' title='Why Mustang?'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-8050845345801053469</id><published>2007-11-04T22:19:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:32:51.473-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Earther</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; All that is gold does not glitter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Not all those who wander are lost; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The old that is strong does not wither, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Deep roots are not reached by the frost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;From the ashes a fire shall be woken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A light from the shadows shall spring; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Renewed shall be blade that was broken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Crownless again shall be king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When good old Frodo Baggins recieved this message from Gandalf, perhaps his state of mind was similar to mine when i got it from a good friend of mine. Speaking with sincerity though, I hardly ever thought that I could find the sort of meaning in lines such as those above as I am right now. When i first read them I never really understood the reason why someone would send me something like that. And until last week i kept pondering over it till something happened and jolted me back into reality where thinking and acting with patience is the best way to realize the gravity of a situation. And a situation it was when i really thought over it. While i was mulling over the darkest corners of my mind searching for solutions or ideas that could provied me with the euphoria i have been waiting for, for a very long time. Then the poem came back to me. And i finally found satisfaction in the equations of the silverline. An extremely elusive and provocative concept it is when u strive to find the merits of a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Its not necessary to take in things the way they seem. Because what seems good may not be so. its the ever attractive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; that lures unsuspecting minds to dwell. Therefore its best to understand the full consequence of ones actions before leaping blindly into a fold of happiness which towards the end becomes a powerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;blackhole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sucking its victim to oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;But i have strength. And i have the strength of belief of some. I have the residing thoughts of others. Maybe my broken blade will be renewed. Maybe I'll have the crown i have longed for so long resting upon my head. Maybe i will emerge victorious. Maybe I'll have my vengeful healing of broken pride. But the day is yet to come. And so i wait. With all patience that i have.  With all strength i can muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I still strive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I still receive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I still stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I still believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wont Back Down..not that easily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6072031703009218901-8050845345801053469?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8050845345801053469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=8050845345801053469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/8050845345801053469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/8050845345801053469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_11_04_archive.html#8050845345801053469' title='Middle Earther'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-5626656808372132909</id><published>2007-11-01T08:33:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:39:58.183-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Growing Up...Damn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Being an adult's gonna be hard. U gotta be more mature...u gotta take up responsibility...u gotta have a decent social image (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i already have that...why not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Once u think of all the stuff you gotta do when u get old u realize..hell...im gonna die. U see...when u grow up u face a lot of shit. For instance u'll be called as Mr./Ms. or aunty /uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(SONNOVA B****...!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As far as i can see,stuff starts getting crappy the moment u leave mommy and daddy's protection and start ur own life. No wait....stuff becomes bad the moment u feel mommy and daddy don't need to take ur decisions anymore. Now those of u reading this will definite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="ft_1195735180454" style="border-style: solid; border-color: threedshadow threedhighlight threedhighlight threedshadow; border-width: 1px; padding: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: block; visibility: visible; position: absolute; z-index: 1; width: 30px; height: 20px; opacity: 0.7; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-right: 7px;" title="Insert current track Signatune" src="chrome://foxytunes/skin/signatures/signature-button.png" class="foxytunes-signature-button" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ly agree. Being a kid was gr8 man. no hassles..no namby pamby wishy washy nonsense about 'bad dressing sense' or 'unpopularity' or 'lousy looks' or anything of that sort that cud discriminate between who cud possibly be ur pals and who couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now i remember that when i was a kid...stuff was all about bad grades and why i picked up a fight with the class bully rather than telling the teacher that he stole my food. It used to be a big deal when some clown used the 'f' word and no one used to talk to the freaky kid who used to lick his nose with his tongue all the time. I mean, if trivial stuff like that could be so enjoyably made a part of ur life then I'd rather remain a kid. I used to have ego problems with the brilliant whiz kids in class coz they took several seconds less than me solving a math problem. Those were the days when we actually dream t of getting the high nineties and enjoyed the dreams of becoming superheroes or starting a comic book. Back then, for several weeks, i still remember, i used to think over how me and my 'gang' was gonna invent a new way to park bicycles or start a radical new method of playing the flute or make a new kind of scheme to get better grades  or even a nice extensively planned operation to freak out the girls of the class (that was fun man...) It was all about sports, fun , action movies and action packed animes of that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nobody had the time to be jealous or lie about other folks or for some other weird drama. But things became different when we became older. started hiding things from our folks. I mean, we completely lost the entire meaning of having a decent time as a kid. Being popular meant wearing gr8 attractive clothes, roaming around with the best looking people in school, drinking just coz the most 'charming' son of a bitch in school did it, breaking institution rules, showing disrespect just for the kicks, getting into some drama coz its the in thing, getting into a relationship just coz some cheap asswipe said u shud at that age etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now I'm not starting about it coz i had a troubled time back in school. That was something every baboon (both male and female) had to go thru. I'm mentioning it coz i have the time to think about it all coz right now (fortunately) I'm not a part of some social circle where u waste time dwelling over rubbish that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;doesn't effin matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Now everybody's so screwed up as it is (except the nerds who made it well in life and have all the time to enjoy now). Imagine. In a couple of yrs u change so bloody much. Whats gonna happen when u get more freedom and allow urself to get manipulated by the company u have. That is one reason i try to be familiar with as less girls as possible. It makes things complicated and i don't really have the 'emotional capacity' to handle as much stuff as other peeps my age do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I prefer being a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; or a 'loser' to being called a 'cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;' coz i hate doing their stuff. I like computer games and sports and picnics and kiddish 'missions' and stuff. I don't like late night partying and boozing and breaking ur head and doing all the stuff ur momma told u not do (ok...so i did a few things i was forbidden..but they aren't a habit are they?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm a 17 yrs old still behaving like a 7 yr old kid. When i say ' go to hell' i dont really mean it a couple of seconds later.I don't get into discussions about how some bitch got trashed by some guy and is now crying about it. If i don't care....its because its not my problem. I'd feel sorry for sad people if the reasons they were sad for were valid. I can't hold grudges against anyone for over an hour. And i definitely cant handle my social life any better than i cud when i was 7. The most brilliant part of it all is that i LIKE being so. I love to rip on people all the time...they get offended..not my problem. My closest friends don't mind. Thats all that i need to know to carry on living and laughing the way i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I remember ripping on this 'young couple' getting all cozy one evening when i was jogging at the park with me dad and sis. I guess his girlfriend must have ditched him an hour later after i was done with them. I don't care...they deserved the unpleasantness. I don't have orthodox ideals. I just have a more evolved sense of morality. I don't give a shit as to what they do when they're alone. But i do care about what my sister sees or what kind of discomfort it causes to a simple family discussion going on somewhere near. Maybe I'm a hard ass dawg who has some very experimental ideals that you'd probably find in small children who think on the same lines as i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I remember once talking among a bunch of my moms 'friends' one day (entertaining them on mom's orders...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;). I got sick after a while listening to their bitching about other 'aunties'. I pointed it out then and there. They looked a little offended and reprimanded me by talking about how immature i was and that this was an important thing that they do. I was like..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;important my big black ass&lt;/span&gt;...I have shit looking pipsqueak females sitting in front of me trying to look 14 when they are 40 talking about how another bitch and a half got herself screwed up  some how along with some bastard i dont even know...If doing that is important then i gotta go to another planet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If growing up means doing that kinda shit im gonna kill myself on graduation day man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It all comes down to this. Since i'm SO immature and SO unable to take things as they come and SO trying to change stuff around me, i think growing up is the hardest thing I'll ever go thru. I its one of those weaknesses everybody has. i mean. Most weaknesses are temptation or desires or some illness that could be hampering ur chances of survival. But this is one weakness with repercussions so unpredictable that one day I'm gonna be shocked beyond my wildest dreams (hope its something good). They say every human being has been made different by god to serve a particular purpose. Perhaps my habit of saying stuff as i see and hear has some worthy implementation somewhere in the betterment of this world. Till then...i'll still live in fear of growing up and try to prolong the aging for as long as possible..but ALAS! time doesn't stop does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Shit..another 15 minutes on a pointless post...could have spent it mugging up classification of angiosperms...time doesn't stop! how could i forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thats all fo now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&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/6072031703009218901-5626656808372132909?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/5626656808372132909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=5626656808372132909' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/5626656808372132909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/5626656808372132909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_10_28_archive.html#5626656808372132909' title='I&apos;m Growing Up...Damn!'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-7195694991500676354</id><published>2007-11-01T03:36:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:40:48.527-11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS / HIPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;* I don't hate hippies. I just hate their lifestyle. So dont get me wrong. I aint like Cartman (not entirely anyways) :-D *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I think human nature includes some of the instincts of the basic "hippie" that u see these days.  I experienced one recently. Now imagine some miserable lunatic ravaging about how another miserable lunatic ran away with his wife. Now hippie philosophy wud force the man to take a knife and decide with a duel to death, who gets the wife (if both die some third guy,hopefully me if the wife's hot, gets the chick). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now what did we learn from this?&lt;/span&gt; Nothing...thats the thing about the philosophy..it teaches nothing and is absolutely stupid(and lame too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But even though we kno that stuffs gonna go real bad..we proceed with shit for "temporary happiness". And that happens especially when ur having a bad time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;now people have a tendency to have more bad time than good. Im not sayin so coz i have been that way. Im saying so coz whiny little freaks of nature keep boring me with their bullshit when something goes bad (not that i pay much attention...but it happens more often than 'happy' discussions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Point is...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; cannot be attained thru &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hippiness&lt;/span&gt;. Hope ur getting what i mean. when u kno stuff is So bad that things dont affect you anymore u try and lunge at evry opportunity that could give u a temporary feeling of good. But then ur so blinded by the oh-so-attractive aspects of happiness that u forget the pros and cons of the step ur about to take and then end up being a worse wreck than u cud be other wise (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so?? we got the xtra whisky to help us out ryt?&lt;/span&gt;....sure u do...remind me when u manage a bottle every other day..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now i managed to come out of my bummer easy coz im a severely mutated bugger. But for normal and decent folk who are unsuspecting of the crap that cud happen to them, it becomes pure torture(i still remember about the drama that used to happen in school coz of this kinda shit..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"those were&lt;/span&gt; (not) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the days"&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A good friend of mine once told me that "experince cannot be passed on". And trust me. He was right. I mean..our folks KNOW wats right and wats wrong to a certain extent. But we still wanna try out stuff (and get screwed). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well...thing is..if experience COULD be passed on, the world would have been perfect (but unfortunately its not...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit shit shit)&lt;/span&gt; However, im not trying to warn people or trying to teach or give advice. Im just giving an explaination for why things go worse when u want em to be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I owed one to myself anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cheers for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;gotta go and experience some nuclear physix. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(!#$%$#!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6072031703009218901-7195694991500676354?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/7195694991500676354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=7195694991500676354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/7195694991500676354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/7195694991500676354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_10_28_archive.html#7195694991500676354' title='HAPPINESS / HIPPINESS'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-3736758337921736672</id><published>2007-10-31T09:16:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:19:00.909-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE DRAMA !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPxqOPuiImA/RyyFmIgnJoI/AAAAAAAAABY/aiMmQroPqTI/s1600-h/drm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPxqOPuiImA/RyyFmIgnJoI/AAAAAAAAABY/aiMmQroPqTI/s320/drm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128620965833942658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are certain things that i really despise about my generation. Most of em can be extracted from tired old parents of screwed up teenagers. Rest from mentally mutated (hence different) freaks like me. I dont know man. Loads of shit happens around when u are a kid. I'm talking about teenagers. Troubled, hyper, pressured, dumb, and totally freaked out ones (which are a majority in the present scenario)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know....high school kinda life and even few yrs of ur college life. Full of stuff that u dnt expect to happen. And missing loads of stuff u expect to happen. Point is, that there are definitely loads of defects in our personalities. Even tho its a part of growing up theres a limit to which u can deviate from what u are meant to be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway. U still wont get what im talking about coz im trying not to be too crude. But leaving aside all the nonsense talk i think i'll cut the crap and let u kno what im really heading at. I'm talking about the drama involved in living thru the most impressionable time of ur life. I'm talking about all the insanity that u are forced to dwell thru out of circumstances or ur own ass licking stupid brainless thinking. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What i mean is, people love to talk. And they love to talk about other people. Thats where it all starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Ooh..she's SOO not good looking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Listen mate. That aint really ur problem. She aint a goblin sucking moster whose gonna bite ur ass off. Stop being paranoid (read stupid). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Point is...people talk. U hear em talking. And then u feel like changing what u really are, tryna live up to their expectations in the stupidest ways possible. Then where did this superbly entertaining habit of talking about shit that doesn't really matter come from.  Shit...its the same old human nature thingy. OMFG...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Influenced by countless mindless flicks produced by the so called most succesful film industry in the world(dont be amazed..it IS bollywood...but i'll leave indian cinema and criticism to another post), the 'mordern' crowd likes to turn the reel life into real life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'HOW interesting that she got her navel pierced...she's gonna be SO popular'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Now look here one second. No offense but its when u hear shit like this u lose control. I mean. COME ON!  if navel piercings were the key secret to popularity u'd have every wannabe on the face of the earth wanting to stick pins into their bellybuttons! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ooh looky looky...he looked at her like that..they will go out now...oooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... Fuck u man..the chick is hot...he's a guy..what do u xpect him to do? turn gay? Its hormoes baby!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jeez...why dont people understand? Taking more interest in what the other guy is doin will NOT pay off. Trust me. I'm definitely making a decent point here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"he did that u know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;she said this"..."she is such a @!#$@!"..."omg did u kno what he said to her 3rd week of last june?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What the HELL is wrong with you people??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...MAN...i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; coz of this...how is it possible to keep so much bullshit in ur head? By the looks of it..sure seems possible to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now some people may find this a little offensive coz they might think it mayb directed at them. Let me straighten it out. YES u freakin pieces of shit it IS directed at u. Watcha gonna do about it morons? Its my blog...i get to write whatever i want. SCREW YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people may call me a sexist coz they think im talkin just about girls. Believe me mate. I've seen guys indulging in kitchen politics as well(love the phrase don't u?). Heck...its one of those things that make me develope homicidal tendencies at times. a couple of yrs ago i had never heard of guys bitchin about guys...never saw guys crying about how some chik "broke his heart"(dude...she didnt like ur face..get over it..or try harder...feelin bad is ok..but is it necessary to fuckin' cry over it??) But now i have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now im gonna put this out for any guy as sensible as me...bros before hoes ryt? HELL YEAH..thas the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It gets worse man. When some guys get desperate they try and "satisfy" their "hunger for romance" by watchin gay movies about gay people doin gay things. Snap out of it already!!...its a big bad world out there!! "War of the Worlds" is probably gonna teach you more about survival then "pretty woman" where a guy is ready to dedicate the rest of his life to some female whose slept wid over a dozen guys and has probably NO sense of morality. Now SHIT!!! Who finds stuff like that entertaining? Alryt...i can understand chix goin for that shit(they have that manufacturing defect) but guys??...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway. Point is that because of unwanted elements in our lifestyle and society a lot of 'drama' is involved in a lot of lives. Not good man. not good at all. Get away from complicated matters. Stuff is complicated enuff with wars and crisis situations in different parts of the world.  Think about all that..think about ur family dammit. Coz when u get drunk and crash ur car coz ur gf/bf ditched u and land up in jail..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ur pops the only one whose got ur back! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&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/6072031703009218901-3736758337921736672?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/3736758337921736672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=3736758337921736672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/3736758337921736672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/3736758337921736672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_10_28_archive.html#3736758337921736672' title='I HATE DRAMA !!'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oPxqOPuiImA/RyyFmIgnJoI/AAAAAAAAABY/aiMmQroPqTI/s72-c/drm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-1683234754466385203</id><published>2007-10-31T08:28:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:19:36.214-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Notable Names @#$*#^%!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My aunt once went to this well renowned guy for a haircut and spent over 4 grand on it. Me mum got the same done for less than a grand by some guy whose got a setup near my place. Now difference is. My mum went to a barber. Me aunt went to a hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stylist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now this is the kinda stuff that really irritates me. You see, the thing about people these days is that the are too worried about what people mighit think of what they do. For example i met this rich '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;agriculturist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' from the north a few weeks ago. now come on. He's just a farmer (well educated and well spoken tho) Thing is- evryone wants to be popular these days. No boundaries separating different professionals Its all about comparison. its all about pay scale. A bunch of people with similar ranks in there respected professions hangout together, don't they? But then they wudnt want to be called by something that cud reduce their expected value. Problem is. No one understands that we are mature. We KNOW how to treat everyone with respect. So why hide behind fake personifications? Next thing u kno...my gardener wud call him self a bloody lawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stylist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; every barber who sits under the tree wud call himself a hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...every cobbler wud suddenly become a shoe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..every cook will become food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Jesus Christ...adding a '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' to what u do isn't gonna change what u do. So wats wrong wid keeping the original name and being proud of what u do rather than being in fear of lack of respect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom works at a job consultancy. Now her clients are all sorts of high and low profile companies asking her for people for positions of a "personal attending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;executive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" (its a personal assistant for christ sake), a "front desk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;executive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" (wats wrong with being called a receptioninst dammit?), a "security &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;executive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" (they want a freakin watchman..hello??). Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;executive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; are simply a couple of words to lure people into believing that u are some kinda big shots. I aint got anything against ur profession mate. It aint ur fault it turns out this way. Its just that the employers make ya believe that. Come on! The world isnt stupid (atleast not any more). hello?? u getting me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't go on thinking i have developed some kinda hatred for these people. Aw come on! I couldn't do that! I'm almost INCAPABLE of doing something like that. U see...im NOT a hate monger. And definitely not a hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; or hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; executive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072031703009218901-1683234754466385203?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/1683234754466385203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=1683234754466385203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/1683234754466385203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/1683234754466385203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_10_28_archive.html#1683234754466385203' title='Notable Names @#$*#^%!'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072031703009218901.post-8603806537290194124</id><published>2007-10-31T07:26:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:42:31.218-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coin vs The Kwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPxqOPuiImA/RyyDl4gnJnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mb8A6_wjUCw/s1600-h/kwan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPxqOPuiImA/RyyDl4gnJnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mb8A6_wjUCw/s320/kwan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128618762515719794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I remember watchin this pretty cool flick called 'jerry maguire'. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooh..like we dnt remember about the Oscar nominated award winning TOM CRUISE flick&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway...getting to the point. There was this bone headed football dude who said all sorts of garb thru out the movie. But then there was this classy ideal that he spoke of (too bad i cant make fun of him the way i wanted to now). He said something about other players having the 'coin' but not the 'kwan'. Its brilliant man. Its like, the fundamental choice u gotta make. an extreme decision thats gonna control ur lifestyle till ya die. loads and loadsa cash (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to b spent on innumerable beers and other shit...schweeeet...&lt;/span&gt;) OR fame, honor, respect (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yea..and cash too&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;At one point of time..it luks like an easy one. KWAN of course!! fame honour and the third word i've never heard of too!(and the cash) Whoa man...how cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hold it freaks coz it gets more complex. I mean. I spend the entire day these days working my ass off hoping its gonna pay one day and i do it for the KWAN. And i get frustrated when i get the "its not that easy son" sign from wats around. Get my point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thing is...its gotta be worked for. I mean. Stuff cud be done in a lot more easy and compromising way but when u do it with ur heart and put all the sweat and blood u cud possibly put into it without compromising on anything. It gets u the kwan. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aw come on man...its not like u HAFTA Do stuff that way. get a life. things cud be easier&lt;/span&gt;) I say.. OYE, BITCH! take a luk around. Still havnt got ur lameass priorities right have you? Kwan is not just the feeling man. Its the goddamn satisfaction part. U wrk for smthn u get somethin. And they'd better be the same bloody thing. If they are. Its kwan for u baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Say..some unemployed whimp with a billion bucks against a Dj with less than half the money (mind u thats loads tho...hehehe)...obvious innit...its the KWAN bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HAH! run three miles to get to ur dads office to deliver him his birthday gift. Screw public transport..u spent that money on the present didnt u?. thats kwan bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Reject a mediocre offer and work for better stuff even if it takes time, energy and resources and then achieve. Thats kwan for u bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bad portrait..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never mind put it up. Who cares?&lt;/span&gt; well...screw u, u miserable asswipe. get another one made. Its for the kwan baby... FOR THE KWAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh god..life sucks...things are so bad!!...what shud i do!...pity me! i need sympathy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;get a life u prick. make it better on ur own. LIVE FOR THE KWAN. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;u get into shit. come out on ur own. THATS kwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;u need help take it. u dnt...then DON'T...making it easier doesn't make it better...WHY? coz there aint no kwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG! i dropped chocolate on my brand new reebok sweatshirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (bought from a fake store in palika..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what am i going to do!&lt;/span&gt;...lick it off...dip it in chocolate...show it off...'i ate chocolate today'. fuck u. Why care about what some cheapskate with a cheap cigarette on the corner thinks?. rest of the people aint got time to care. Ur pals..ain't GONNA care. so WHY give a shit. It aint embarrassing. U live it..the jovial part gets u the kwan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Live it for the honor. Live it for the respect. Show me the money bitch. I want cash too!. Hell yeah...ur gonna get it all. Ur gonna GET the kwan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072031703009218901-8603806537290194124?l=upecmustang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/feeds/8603806537290194124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6072031703009218901&amp;postID=8603806537290194124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/8603806537290194124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072031703009218901/posts/default/8603806537290194124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upecmustang.blogspot.com/2007_10_28_archive.html#8603806537290194124' title='The Coin vs The Kwan'/><author><name>upecmustang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947144643287348040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/4213/drtsl6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oPxqOPuiImA/RyyDl4gnJnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mb8A6_wjUCw/s72-c/kwan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
