<?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-21331785</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:57:02.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RuStIc AnGelS....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-7980854824997958715</id><published>2010-08-05T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:20:23.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71Nqm_Kgq3Q/TFupmGulxeI/AAAAAAAAABM/hetgQwILf-4/s1600/temp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71Nqm_Kgq3Q/TFupmGulxeI/AAAAAAAAABM/hetgQwILf-4/s320/temp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502177841869342178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just going through our old posts. Quite a few of them are brilliant. Just reading them sent a rush of blood to my mind and charged me up. In a way, we have captured our youthful energies forever in these posts. What dreams we had. We just didn't dream big, we dreamt fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? Now we are older and a lot subdued. We have our own lives and don't speak to each other that much. I do feel it's going to change somehow. Not sure about you guys but they don't make friends like the ones in school anymore. So I eagerly wait for the next time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Hyderabad now. A purposeless visit except for spending some time with my brother before he leaves. Will be carrying my laptop along and furiously typing though. Catch my travel posts in my new blog: http://outtamyzone.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you rustic angels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-7980854824997958715?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/7980854824997958715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=7980854824997958715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/7980854824997958715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/7980854824997958715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2010/08/brilliance.html' title='Brilliance'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71Nqm_Kgq3Q/TFupmGulxeI/AAAAAAAAABM/hetgQwILf-4/s72-c/temp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-2885056916964262028</id><published>2007-05-12T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:41:08.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important telephone numbers:</title><content type='html'>Pizza hut:  23111869&lt;br /&gt;Dominos:  23113690&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergency number: 0049 19222&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-2885056916964262028?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/2885056916964262028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=2885056916964262028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/2885056916964262028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/2885056916964262028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2007/05/important-telephone-numbers.html' title='Important telephone numbers:'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-117051680026874649</id><published>2007-02-03T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:33:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goa Redux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2956/794/1600/392155/372583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2956/794/320/509741/372583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times change ... we have changed ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-117051680026874649?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/117051680026874649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=117051680026874649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/117051680026874649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/117051680026874649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2007/02/goa-redux.html' title='Goa Redux'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115926511675157619</id><published>2006-09-26T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T03:05:16.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geometry of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day it will be all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/___a_dream_on_our_way_to_death_by_foureyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/400/___a_dream_on_our_way_to_death_by_foureyes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;free at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/geometry-of-death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/400/geometry-of-death.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115926511675157619?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115926511675157619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115926511675157619' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115926511675157619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115926511675157619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/09/geometry-of-death_26.html' title='Geometry of Death'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115324098001219189</id><published>2006-07-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:43:40.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sequence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/bac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 65px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/400/bac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue ribbon is a proper eye sore na? So I reduced its size. You don't understand it? Click it or something  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fellowship has disbanded finally. Cartman left for Texas, Chef's working in Mumbai. Kenny hovering around bangalore leaves Kyle alone and focussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF happened to italiancarno? who stopped the fresh meat? Who let the girls in skimpy clothes run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When standards drop, is it worth going on? What would you prefer - incoherent brilliance or organized banality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. I'm going back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115324098001219189?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115324098001219189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115324098001219189' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115324098001219189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115324098001219189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/07/sequence.html' title='Sequence'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115285811275699669</id><published>2006-07-13T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T03:34:13.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fast and the Furious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/vip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/320/vip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the third edition of this series: "The Fast and the Furious-tokyo drift"............. one thing i liked abt the movie is the shelby GT90----it is the smae car in gone in sixty seconds...........awesome carrrrrrr"the elanor" pops up here again............. btw wat i wanted to say was these bring out a rush which can never b replicated.....i still remember me and stan were watchin the first editioin climax and there is a scene where the black muscle car does a wheelie....and we both were like "aahhhhhhhhh" ( the then equvivalent to awessssssssssssssssssoooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmme) ..... the nissan cars too were good but then they didnt appeal to me so much ..... the second edition of the series is a relatively lesser kown film....probably because of a not-so-well-known star cast ..... but this third movie is again good only for the stunts and the japanese chicks ..... trust me guys they r awesome i never knew they would be so good....infact i started downloadin japanese ....... never mind ...... I hope to buy one somewhere down the line and probably race with u guys and we could probably bet on somethin worthwhile (I hope u got it guys) ..... k take care and drive safely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : elfie if u r plannin to buy a new car try the stunts on ur existing car....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115285811275699669?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115285811275699669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115285811275699669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115285811275699669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115285811275699669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/07/fast-and-furious.html' title='The Fast and the Furious'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115253802015802970</id><published>2006-07-10T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:33:50.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend that was ..</title><content type='html'>Good evening everybody and welcome to 'The weekend that was' the show where we look back at the amazing events this weekend had to offer me and ponder on my vague and somewhat silly viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF? I spent friday night on my office chair before somehow stumbling back home saturday afternoon (safe and sound for those of you who care :D). I'm not complaining, I spent some good time with a very good virtual friend (stop calling me a nerd!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything ends up great when you end it with Hyderabadi biriyani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat night was very satisfying. (Even Germany was able to reach the third spot!)  And the best thing about saturday night is ... that the next day is a Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on sunday exhausted, bored and hungry. Then Federer outclassed Nadal. Nadal is inhuman in his ability to retreive. Federer is inhuman in the perfection he attains. Gods ... Bastards .. I wish I was like them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.tvnz.co.nz/tvnz_images/sport/tennis/federer_white_backhand_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 189px;" src="http://images.tvnz.co.nz/tvnz_images/sport/tennis/federer_white_backhand_d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then came the show stopper: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The FIFA mondial!!!&lt;/span&gt; The disciplined &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azzuri&lt;/span&gt; win, on heart wrenching penalties. And some pathetic 'fans' in Calcutta rejoice because France the team which beat Brazil (their fav team) lost. How sad is that? Instead of appreciating excellence they applaud failures ... disgusting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of Federer, Nadal, their never say die attitude and how for those three hours on center court ... we mortals witnessed a miracle! And like that .. its over ... monday ... work ... blues ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all folks! Catch me next week, same blog page and same blog time on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The weekEND that was!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115253802015802970?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115253802015802970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115253802015802970' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115253802015802970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115253802015802970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-that-was.html' title='The weekend that was ..'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115200345539645437</id><published>2006-07-04T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:36:10.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71Nqm_Kgq3Q/SfV8cQzL-nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/56-uoZ4I5HI/s1600-h/413486148_4ad08f47f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71Nqm_Kgq3Q/SfV8cQzL-nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/56-uoZ4I5HI/s320/413486148_4ad08f47f3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329302559050693234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sumanh/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine steel twisting.  Hurts at first, then you acknowledge the pain. Rush of blood gives you hope.  Slowly hope turns into faith.  You are in control.&lt;br /&gt;Pure, unadulterated, beautiful, magnificient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it  is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To aspire, to be ruthless, to be focussed, to be calm&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.. to be DRIVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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/21331785-115200345539645437?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115200345539645437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115200345539645437' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115200345539645437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115200345539645437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/07/driven.html' title='Driven'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71Nqm_Kgq3Q/SfV8cQzL-nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/56-uoZ4I5HI/s72-c/413486148_4ad08f47f3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115199396501423517</id><published>2006-07-03T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:21:09.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe success is not about winning at all.......when u do something u like so much, when u do it like its something u own, when u do it with all that u've got may be winning is just a concomitant of it. And maybe if u don't win 'cause of a fall.....it still doesn't mean u've lost it all....coz &lt;strong&gt;in the end....it doesn't even matter....!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                       --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kyle Broflowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115199396501423517?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115199396501423517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115199396501423517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115199396501423517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115199396501423517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/07/success.html' title='Success....'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115167006675554301</id><published>2006-06-30T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T05:27:43.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/splash_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/320/splash_011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Germany  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Argentina  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Italy   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ukraine     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Brazil          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;France             England               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Herbert Grönemeyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Official FIFA 2006 World Cup Anthem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Grönemeyer, Silva, Bagayoko, Doumbia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To win again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To never stop climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rising road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of ultimate faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The world in a heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Away...away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115167006675554301?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115167006675554301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115167006675554301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115167006675554301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115167006675554301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-prayer.html' title='My prayer'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115157080798668873</id><published>2006-06-29T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:52:39.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/FP1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/400/FP1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sanity will come alive in all its true colours this Saturday @elfies and Southpark will never be the same again because ........   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIMPSONS DID IT !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Its been aeons since I posted anything......i'm back guys....let the festivities begin and finally the moment has arrived for killing the past and......coming back to life !!!!&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kyle Broflowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115157080798668873?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115157080798668873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115157080798668873' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115157080798668873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115157080798668873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah-sanity-will-come-alive-in-all-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115149985862924422</id><published>2006-06-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:33:06.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the good times begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/feast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/320/feast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK guys.. my parents left today.. Eric has to give us 'THE' farewell treat .. Can you think of anything better my dear angels???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friday night/Saturday night choose one to coincide with an excellent soccer match .. friday I'll be away till 10pm cause im watching  superman at imax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Loads of carno and other food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Booty ... Since long its been Smirnoff, but just for old times sake we should have Signature, to relive those days... what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who all will come? Eric, Kenny, Kyle for sure.. Chef is outta town.. when will he be back? and Mr Maggie(naag)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I dont care who makes it .. as long as Eric does.. he can aswell give the rest a repeat treat.. though it would have been nice with the guitar and all .. hell we can do this again if we want to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days .. finalize fast ... my phone is working .. call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115149985862924422?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115149985862924422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115149985862924422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115149985862924422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115149985862924422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-good-times-begin.html' title='Let the good times begin'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115143917191084968</id><published>2006-06-27T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:56:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home away.. from home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2575/1600/Picture%20183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2575/320/Picture%20183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas ... feels like heaven after 8 months. Oh yes its being 8 months since I have come to the US of A away from my parents , friends and home. Well I have tired to make a home here and so have  tired to make friends but none like what I have back in India. But this week atleast I had the satisfaction of fulfilling a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with my parents were over for 2 months and it feels great to see them after 8 months. Then this weekend I got to meet one of my best buddies from India who is also being here in the US of A for last 8 months. The funny thing is that we never really found time to meet each other. But this time I was determined to meet her. After all I wanted to feel at home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a tough tough  ride to her place and finally I reached the destination at 11 PM after traveling from NY to NJ back to milford MA. Though we had talked on the phone every now and then it was pretty awkward initially  but slowly the awkwardness disappeared and all I could hear was laughing . I got to spend like 1 day with her and relive our school days. On Monday morning she left for work and I had to leave back to AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I am sitting in this airport waiting for my flight the first thing that comes to my mind is the mumbai trip where we did a lot of stuff for the 1st time. Right from signatures to southpark. ohh yes southpark, it was at this trip that southpark became a part of our life. I miss hyde a lot and miss all of you guys.  Well guys I was planning to come down this august but seems like cartman is on his way here and only kyle and butters are going to be there adding to that CAT is round the corner. so i guess will make it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya today has being a memorable day for many reasons, first being that i got to meet my best buddy , then I successfully completed 12 states in 8 months ( out of 50). You know the funny part yesterday I had my breakfast at Boston, lunch in Rhode island dinner in Chicago and finally back home in AA. An eventful trip I guess. And ohh ya i just wanted to mention I WON (please refer to my other blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115143917191084968?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115143917191084968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115143917191084968' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115143917191084968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115143917191084968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-away-from-home.html' title='Home away.. from home...'/><author><name>S M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115122020249294157</id><published>2006-06-25T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:23:22.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>In 30 minutes, I will go and drop my parents to the airport. They will come back next month. I will be home alone for the next 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Days .. 30 Days... damn damn.. I can have fun in so many ways!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Im writing this post:&lt;br /&gt;1. Trinnie&lt;br /&gt;2. I wasn't getting excited enough. Things went to such an extent that I actually contemplated simulating a stoned experience in amsterdam, without the dope ofcourse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating is bad enough. Deciding to spend time lying around as if you are dead is worse. Germany beat Sweden yesterday, although they could have done a lot better but I glad they did it. It was heart breaking to see the Czechs and the Koreans crash out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatso quit his job, but I can't. I hope I'll make time though! I have the space ready, thats 3 dimensions out of 4! Not for now atleast ... my time is up .. gotta go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115122020249294157?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115122020249294157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115122020249294157' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115122020249294157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115122020249294157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115108846094656663</id><published>2006-06-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:47:40.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>numb with happiness</title><content type='html'>the last few days have been some of the best of my life.so many important things r happenin im hardly gettin time to absorb all that so .............i quit my job.yeah thats rit.........i quit ..............and  now ive started goin back through all that has been happenin......rit from the chik at the finger printing counter to the guy who issued the visa like in 30 secs......................everything looked so good ..i swear.and today i got my passport and the visa is for 5 yrs.i dont know wat ill do there so long but i do know thta i  will do something constructive(hopefully).......rit now its 1210am and im here sittin in front of the comp and typing this instead of listenin to american ppl who dispute abt a dollar on their bill........i know i made the right choice.........and listen up kyle,kenny and chef.......im totally at ur disposal...........lets just freak out man.............i mean totally..........and texas here i come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartman,eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115108846094656663?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115108846094656663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115108846094656663' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115108846094656663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115108846094656663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/numb-with-happiness.html' title='numb with happiness'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115044049161520607</id><published>2006-06-15T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:16:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of Noirnia: Roadrash!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://david.gharib.free.fr/%5BImg%5D%20Need%20For%20Speed%20Underground%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://david.gharib.free.fr/%5BImg%5D%20Need%20For%20Speed%20Underground%2002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourty pounds of steel glistening in the bright room. The twisted face stares at me from the polished dumbell as I lift it over my head. Six, Seven, go on, you aren't tired. Concentrate on your arms. They are your strength, you need to be strong. The heavy breathing subsides, the muscles tighten in appreciation.  I should hurry. I'm late by ten minutes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? We are good to go! I'll meet you in fifteen minutes. OK See ya, bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go yet though,  I need to meet someone before that.  A red car pulls up right next to mine. Dangerously close. The window opens. "Where are we supposed to meet?" "I need to pick him up at the Mall. Where do you want to go?"  "Club 8.  Lets race." "See ya." I see him through the mirror untill he enters the space to the left of me and wriggles to the head of the traffic at the signal. I groan at the three rows of cars ahead. They become just two cars now. He goes out of sight at the turn. Move Damn it!! Ah Open space. A traffic signal again, I don't repeat mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the heart of the city now, I can't see him. People move slow here. There is space though. Is it enough? Will they keep moving like this or will they close the gap? What if ... ?? . I don't care what they do anymore. They are behind me. I feel the need. The need for speed!! Im changing gears like I'm changing lanes. I'm changing lanes like I'm flashing lights. Teju waves at me. Its all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings. "Who is it? Vijay?" "Wanna speak to him?" "Hello? Wtf have you reached?!"  "I took the  left! Where are you?!" "Next to the mall! Change of plans we are going to the lake!" " OK See ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accelerate, change gear, accelerate, change gear, accelerate, change gear ... brake? never mind ...  change gear ACCELERATE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115044049161520607?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115044049161520607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115044049161520607' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115044049161520607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115044049161520607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/chronicles-of-noirnia-roadrash.html' title='Chronicles of Noirnia: Roadrash!!'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-115016694048730394</id><published>2006-06-12T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:53:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By ....Request...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/image_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/200/image_01.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/southpark-9926.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/320/southpark-9926.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a lot of demand,confusion and the increase in popularity of the blog we decided to shed some light on the author's of this blog. Well to begin with we are four guys who did our secondary schooling together and then moved apart to pursue our careers. In the process we decided we would have a blog where we would have a common name (rustic angels). That's how it started. To keep the blog interesting and to keep the identity a segregate I would not be revealing the real names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stan marsh (SM) -&lt;/span&gt; this is the guy who set out to US last year to live his dream of making the next hypercar. Well far from his dream all he is doing now is making a GM SUV. Far away from home he is lost in a world still confused as to what is happening around him. He thought he found his "Wendy" but then soon he lost her as well( was she ever his). Now he is at a juncture where he has decided to take his life into his own hand and see what fate has instored for him ( not that he believe in fate that much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just added these so that you guys can enter in rustic angels and make changes to your profiles. Dont you dare touch mine. (believe me I just ripped all this off the net and man do they match us guys )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle Broflovski (also known as Token Black) &lt;/span&gt;High-strung, Jewish, skeptical, intelligent, at times self-righteous, and often more easily influenced than Stan. Along with Stan; Kyle often provides a reasonable perspective on the crazy behavior of the adult world around them. Kyle is often as the most moral member of the four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric cartman&lt;/span&gt; Loosely d frequently the catalyst for the plot. Cartman is campy, aggressive, racist, sadistic, bigoted, spoiled, overweight, rude, manipulative, and antagonistic. He regularly insults Kyle for being Jewish and Kenny for being poor. His pretentious and sociopathic ways often cause him to be disdained by the other boys, who don't quite know why they put up with him. Cartman commonly acts in a manner directly opposed to, or against, that of the other boys. He also demonstrates an uncanny ability as a businessman and leader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elfi or Leopold "Butters" Stotch&lt;/span&gt; (Ok I was 'Butters' before, but that was before I realized what a dumbass he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Professor Chaos ROCKS though!.&lt;/span&gt; Luckily &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny McCormick&lt;/span&gt;  wasn't taken yet!) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters is nervous, naive, easily manipulated, and repressed. While at the same time remains ironically optimistic, and sometimes insightful. He is often callously punished by his overbearing and oppressive parents, and is meanwhile blatantly vilified, taken advantage of and/or disregarded by Cartman, Stan, and Kyle.Butters has also adopted the alter ego of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Chaos&lt;/span&gt;. So you see, butters is a sad pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny is the one who doesn't talk much and dies in every episode. Oh Yes, he helped the archangel Michael defeat the forces of Hell and protect Heaven because of his excellent skills in Heaven Vs Hell on Sony PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-115016694048730394?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/115016694048730394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=115016694048730394' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115016694048730394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/115016694048730394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/by-request.html' title='By ....Request...'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114989801290167389</id><published>2006-06-09T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:19:37.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>south park.. re written...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2575/1600/southpark_intro_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2575/320/southpark_intro_2002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following is the new episode of south park that  I saw today at my office... Its rated R so kids go on read its it might be the only time you may get to read something like this for a long time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heresy how it goes... Stan is working at Detroit far way doing an intern ( sounds funny huh 8 years intern) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2 PM and Stan's all set to go for the all important meeting to meet the board members to suggest his brilliant idea of setting up   a new plant at southpark... and then out of the blue beep beep...  a message from chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" URGENT ...CALL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;he gets all worried and thinks something  bad has happened cause chef never does this. Unless its a must ...He decides to call after the meeting... and then again  beep ... beep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "CALL ....CALL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;he gets all worried and gives the meeting a miss and checks for flights to get back home incase of the worst.  His boss walks upto him to ask him why he is all worried. He blurts out in a tense voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"there seems to be something wrong at home can we put of the meeting  for an hour "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boss gives the signal to go ahead and take time before the meeting. Stan rushes to his phone and dials chefs number and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef : Stan Stan something bad has happened  ( all drunk)&lt;br /&gt;Stan : what is it chef&lt;br /&gt;chef: we need you here only you can handle this&lt;br /&gt;Stan : what happened chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chefs voice started to fade in the phone and Stan started to sweat profusely ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan : chef chef what is happening..&lt;br /&gt;chef: ( stuttering) me and kyle, butters got totally drunk today and butters started talking about how he wanted to screw a gal&lt;br /&gt;Stan: huh..&lt;br /&gt;chef: after 10 shots of gray goose he got out of control and along with kyle started shouting I want sex I wan sex. They went onto the streets and started asking every other gal and finally found this gal.&lt;br /&gt;Stan: what... Where the hell is cartman when we need him&lt;br /&gt;chef: he was out with bebo first let me complete Stan&lt;br /&gt;Stan: go on&lt;br /&gt;chef: the gal did not know english and talked in Vietnamese all she said was give me 20 $ and butters was so desperate he went and grabbed her.&lt;br /&gt;Stan: what..&lt;br /&gt;chef: then he and kyle were onto her in a jiffy ..( starts to break)&lt;br /&gt;Stan : chef chef.. What happened..&lt;br /&gt;chef: after an hour we realized what we were doing..&lt;br /&gt;Stan: what even you chef&lt;br /&gt;chef: couldn't stop&lt;br /&gt;         we got up and saw the gal was not breathing and we saw blood all around&lt;br /&gt;Stan : what ... You killed her&lt;br /&gt;chef hands the phone to kyle&lt;br /&gt;kyle: dudee ... its ... its...&lt;br /&gt;Stan: what is it..&lt;br /&gt;butters snatches the phone and shouts  " ITS CARTMAN"&lt;br /&gt;Stan: what Cartman&lt;br /&gt;butters: the Vietnamese gal is cartman ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan stood looking up at the sky thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what will Bryan Boitano do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114989801290167389?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114989801290167389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114989801290167389' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114989801290167389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114989801290167389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/south-park-re-written.html' title='south park.. re written...'/><author><name>S M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114925967884114397</id><published>2006-06-02T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:02:07.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a power surge last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pinker.wjh.harvard.edu/photos/santa_barbara_california/images/waves%20&amp;%20rocks%20Gorda%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pinker.wjh.harvard.edu/photos/santa_barbara_california/images/waves%20&amp;amp;%20rocks%20Gorda%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my uprising?&lt;br /&gt;where is my reason,&lt;br /&gt;my passion for living,&lt;br /&gt;I look for every season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I care about?&lt;br /&gt;why do I live this way?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I in such doubt?&lt;br /&gt;Why cry, lament everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and glance below&lt;br /&gt;at a sight beautiful and wild.&lt;br /&gt;blue waves made rocks hollow&lt;br /&gt;and entice me to jump in blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moist air blows past my hair,&lt;br /&gt;fingertips, face smiling still fair&lt;br /&gt;hormones subside, I'm placid I'm clear&lt;br /&gt;quenching desire, ravaging pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly it makes its presence known&lt;br /&gt;The immense strength pumping inside&lt;br /&gt;slowly I stop, all barriers I disown&lt;br /&gt;dropping no more, watch gravity abide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in me has burst out, taken over&lt;br /&gt;as the world obeys its master, its king&lt;br /&gt;the leader it has been seeking forever&lt;br /&gt;Chaos reigns in, bows to the ultimate being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114925967884114397?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114925967884114397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114925967884114397' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114925967884114397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114925967884114397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/06/had-power-surge-last-night.html' title='Had a power surge last night'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114899022745168113</id><published>2006-05-30T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T05:23:00.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you guys Know me!</title><content type='html'>oK I picked this tag from Aditi's blog&lt;br /&gt;Interesting one… so filled it.. It is a bit long, but hey its me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(X) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;() been fired&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(X) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(X) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(X) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(X) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on one of your Internet friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(X) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skiing-snow or water&lt;br /&gt;(X) met someone from the Internet&lt;br /&gt;(X) been at a concert&lt;br /&gt;(X) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;() love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(X) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;() made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;() had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(X) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(X) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(X) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;() gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(X) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(X) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(X) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;() used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(X) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;(X) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(X) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(X) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(X) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(X) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) pet a reindeer/goat/kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;(X) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;(X) run a red light/stop sign&lt;br /&gt;() been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car crash&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(X) felt like an outcast/third person&lt;br /&gt;(X) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;() danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(X) liked the way you looked&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(X) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;() been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(X) squished mud through your bare feet&lt;br /&gt;(X) been lost&lt;br /&gt;() been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(X) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(X) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(X) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(X) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;( ) recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins ...come on...college!&lt;br /&gt;(X) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(X) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;() laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;() caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(X) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) written a letter to Santa Claus &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;() watched the sun rise with someone you care about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone roller skating &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;(x) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(X) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;() glued your hand to something &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a water tower&lt;br /&gt;(X) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;() done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(X) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;(X) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;(X) picked and ate an apple right off the tree &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(X) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;() been too scared to watch a scary movie alone &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;(X) worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone doorbell ditching&lt;br /&gt;(X) been pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(X) told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;() broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(X) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(X) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(X) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(X) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(X) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;() French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone skinny dipping in a pool/hot tub/river&lt;br /&gt;(X) been threatened to be kicked out of your house or been kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;(x) loved someone so much you would gladly die for THEM&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on someone&lt;br /&gt;(X) talk to yourself when noones around&lt;br /&gt;(X) hate someone you once loved&lt;br /&gt;() love someone you once hated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114899022745168113?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114899022745168113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114899022745168113' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114899022745168113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114899022745168113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-you-guys-know-me.html' title='Now you guys Know me!'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114838893047570863</id><published>2006-05-23T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T05:58:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of Gaugamela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you heard of the Battle of Gaugamela? It happened a long time ago and it changed the world. I think I can safely say, I owe my descent to the outcome of that fateful battle ... Here are the guys who took part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Macedonians and Greeks under Alexander, 7,000 cavalry and 40,000 infantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Persians under Darius, with maybe 35,000 mostly heavy cavalry, 250,000 infantry (including some 20,000 Greek mercenaries). The actual Persian numbers are unknown, although it is fairly clear that they substantially outnumbered Alexander's forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you can see, Alexander was about to get his asskicked. This cocky overconfident 25 year old King had just 2 positives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His superior phalanx with each soldier having a long pike  approximately 18 feet long , and a short sword.&lt;br /&gt;2. The greatest strategist leading his cavalry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a5/Battle_gaugamela_initial.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 307px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a5/Battle_gaugamela_initial.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Admire his audacity. The phalanx blocks the left side up. The right side led by mighty Alexander move further right drawing the persians to the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0e/Battle_gaugamela_decisive.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 302px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0e/Battle_gaugamela_decisive.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to the heavy Right movement of troops, a gap is created in the center. Alexander suddenly turns left. He and his companion cavalry create a great wedge that crashed into the center  where Darius was standing giving orders ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darius is pooped, he pees in his pants at the sight of the sudden greek influx and runs. With no one to control them the persians lose. Yes they actually lose. But his phalanx under Parmenion  is in trouble, and they need help ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one side if he went after Darius, the greatest kingdom in the world would be his!! but if he left Parmenion, he would risk all!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaarghhhh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You can run to the end of the earth, you coward! But you'll never run far enough! ... TO PARMENION!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;soon Babylon was his ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114838893047570863?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114838893047570863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114838893047570863' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114838893047570863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114838893047570863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/05/battle-of-gaugamela.html' title='Battle of Gaugamela'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114818756634431908</id><published>2006-05-20T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:05:20.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The agents are here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asp.net/roadshow/images/spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.asp.net/roadshow/images/spy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always my dream to be a secret service man. I fantasized that I was ideal for this role and born to be one. Athletic, smart, placid and know no fear. I have been so caught up with being a spy that it even made me buy my first contact lenses!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started all this? Simple. Jason Bourne, James Clayton, Nathan Muir, Tom Bishop. Yup cheesy Hollywood did it :). It's portrayal of highly motivated superhuman perfectionists was all I ever aspired. Where others saw a fantastic combination of serendipity and explosions, I saw skills that weren't impossible. Jason Bourne can speak 5 languages, makes a mental note of everyone around him, the exit signs, "can run flat out for half a mile before his hands start to shake", trained to be an invisible, devastating killing machine. Clayton is a brilliant programmer, womanizer, can lie undetected ... Muir, Bishop's skill in developing assets is absolutely ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my experience with these guys I try to live like them. When I'm outside I observe, analyze and dismiss maybe some day I will be able to "see it, assess it, and then dismiss most of it without thinking.              Without thinking ... Like breathing." Memorize numbers, faces, names; quickly understand situations, machines, people;  make fast decisions, do faster arithmetic ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say if all this will get ingrained in me some day, wether these skills will be of any use in my non-secret life of malls and multiplexes ... but just the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt;, pushes me a long way ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you end up doing so many more things, just because '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those guys could do it&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/21331785-114818756634431908?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114818756634431908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114818756634431908' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114818756634431908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114818756634431908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/05/agents-are-here.html' title='The agents are here'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114665439855328421</id><published>2006-05-03T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T04:06:38.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CALL OF THE WILD 2</title><content type='html'>so the wild calls again but this time its not elfy its cartman.really wonderful wat nature's "signature" can do.should always respect it ......its a very quid pro quo thingy.my experience with cats was very limited.i got close to one at my ex's home. almost got close to it but got scared.but yest night it was entirely different.......my friend fed the cats chicken dipped in vodka and whiskey.they were ok in the beginnig but later on started acting strange proabably on a high............very strange someone can start studying abt effects of alcholhol on cats...first they wer apprehensive abt approaching me but then found me friendly cos i was playing the guitar(elf had the privilage of listenin to it)then the two cats approached me and started scratchin and playing with me,jumping around me and all.when i retorted back by patting them on their back they started purring and moaning..................this went on abt for two hours then the cats felt really sleepy and slept on me ...they were very soft .....was suprised by their tenderness.....then i gently lifted them and put them on the bed(ya ya bed for cats)and went to sleep....................all in alll a very memorable experience but it think i shall stay away from cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114665439855328421?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114665439855328421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114665439855328421' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114665439855328421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114665439855328421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/05/call-of-wild-2.html' title='CALL OF THE WILD 2'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114604409279651322</id><published>2006-04-26T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T04:00:45.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FADE TO BLACK</title><content type='html'>Fade To Black&lt;br /&gt;by Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life it seems  will fade away&lt;br /&gt;Drifting further everyday&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost within myself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters  no one else&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the will to live &lt;br /&gt;Simply nothing more to give&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more for me&lt;br /&gt;Need the end to set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not what they used to be  &lt;br /&gt;Missing one inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Deadly loss this cant be real&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stand this hell I feel&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is filling me To the point of agony&lt;br /&gt;Growing darkness taking dawn&lt;br /&gt;I was me but now, he's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one but me can save myself, but its too late&lt;br /&gt;Now I cant think, think why I should even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday seems as though it never existed&lt;br /&gt;Death greets me warm,&lt;br /&gt;now I will just say &lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man after listening it for about 4hrs on the trot I just felt &lt;br /&gt;like killing myself because I wanted the song to suit me and my frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;The song was actually written by James just after the band's equipment was stolen in Boston. Among all the stuff which has been stolen was a Marshall amp very special, because they had to search on two continents for a replacement amp with quite the same sound. So the song has to do with loosing all gear to keep on moving. And therefore the song seems to be about a person who decides suicide.Metallica revealed that they have received letters from fans who were dissuaded from committing suicide by the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Hetfield: &lt;br /&gt;That song was a pretty big step for us. It was pretty much our first ballad, so it was challenging and we knew it would freak people out. Bands like Exodus and Slayer don't do ballads, but they've stuck themselves in that position we never wanted to do; limiting yourself to please your audience is bullshit.Recording that song, I learned how frustrating acoustic guitar can be. You could hear every squeak, so I had to be careful. I wrote the song at a friend's house in New Jerey. I was pretty depressed at the time because our gear had just been stolen, and we had been thrown out of our manager's house for breaking shit and drinking his liquor cabinet dry. It's a suicide song , and we got a lot of flack for it; kids were killing themselves because of the song. But we also got hundreds and hundreds of letters from kids telling us how they related to the song and that made them feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere down the line if possible I wanna build two temples,one for metallica(for a lot of songs)and the other for pink floyd(for comfortably numb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114604409279651322?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114604409279651322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114604409279651322' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114604409279651322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114604409279651322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/04/fade-to-black_26.html' title='FADE TO BLACK'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114569254390088064</id><published>2006-04-22T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:55:43.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Harrasment ... PANDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/18845960/1582921"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 104px;" src="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/18845960/1582921" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who lives in the east 'neath the willow tree&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Harassment Panda!&lt;br /&gt;Who explains sexual harassment to you and me&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Harassment Panda!&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that don't touch there&lt;br /&gt;Don't be nasty says the silly bear&lt;br /&gt;He's come to tell you what's right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Harassment Panda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT MAKES ME A SAD PANDA :(&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/21331785-114569254390088064?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114569254390088064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114569254390088064' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114569254390088064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114569254390088064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/04/sexual-harrasment-panda.html' title='Sexual Harrasment ... PANDA'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114502903336628424</id><published>2006-04-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:27:41.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSION IMPOSSIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/cartman_en_tricycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/200/cartman_en_tricycle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/mission_impossible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/200/mission_impossible.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting retinal scan .................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Subject Identified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Agent Cartman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mission now if u choose to accept it, is to find and recover the "elixir".&lt;br /&gt;you may choose two team members but it is imperative that the third be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan "Cameron Diaz" Marsh. He is a civilian and a highly capable professional !$%$$#%@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 48 hrs to recruit Mr. Stan and meet me in Seville to recieve your assignment and remember if you or your associates are killed during the assignment the agency will deny any knowledge of your existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goin to be difficult,&lt;br /&gt;very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Mr. Cartman this is not mission difficult this is MISSION IMMPOSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult should be a walk in a park for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mr. Cartman the next time you are goin on a holiday please let us know where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MESSAGE WILL SELFDESTRUCT IN 5 SECONDS.........4........3.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i tell you where I'm goin it wont be a holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah tah tah tan tan tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114502903336628424?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114502903336628424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114502903336628424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114502903336628424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114502903336628424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/04/mission-impossible.html' title='MISSION IMPOSSIBLE'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114441050582568367</id><published>2006-04-07T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:48:25.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call of the wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/ashgaultieri/sketchy/pussycat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/ashgaultieri/sketchy/pussycat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to like cats in my child hood. Later through my teens, my feelings towards them ranged from things I never noticed to fascinating. By the time I entered my tweens though, things were different. I was crazy about them. I used to have two pussy cats L and A. I can't name them, they remind me of something unpleasant- I lost them soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I never expected that brief period of ownership to change me so completely. In the beginning I was ok with just a few memories of the times we had. Soon they started haunting me, night and day. I missed them so much that I desperately needed to have atleast one of them NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Im realistic. I know that is almost impossible. A new cat? This brings a whole lot of difficult questions. L and A just happened in my life. Who will this new one be - a cute kitten who will always cuddle by you or a full grown cat who can be independent when you don't have time for it? Something that's beautiful, expensive and pampered or normal, friendly and a better companion? Do i have time to maintain a pussycat? But I DO get very lonely sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions have just made me delay my search. I need to search for a pussy cat - FAST and bell it quick. Wish me luck readers, for I'm now rejuvenated in my hunt, my adventure, my expedition ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114441050582568367?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114441050582568367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114441050582568367' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114441050582568367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114441050582568367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/04/call-of-wild.html' title='Call of the wild'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114417479605432524</id><published>2006-04-04T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:19:56.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fanaa fanaa fanaa</title><content type='html'>almost dead after a days Work in the hot sun im returnin home at 7 in the evenin. i happen to see te new motorazor V3I with itunes and just start to appreciate how snychronization works and i realize the ipod is lyin in my rucksack.i dig it out and plug it in and guess wat plays on it ....yup  fanaa  .suddenly i realize that im not feelin that tired anymore and my bikess behaving like its on nitrous.reach home before the song finishes and go on jumping around the house....then the second best thing today happens....ever heard a song called &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Die My Darling by Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, die, die my darling&lt;br /&gt;Don't utter a single word&lt;br /&gt;Die, die, die my darling&lt;br /&gt;Just shut your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll be seeing you, in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just felt like killin my ex and was wonderin wat else can music make u feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feeling like dr.lecter&lt;br /&gt;EC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114417479605432524?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114417479605432524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114417479605432524' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114417479605432524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114417479605432524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/04/fanaa-fanaa-fanaa.html' title='fanaa fanaa fanaa'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114380619096192162</id><published>2006-03-31T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T04:00:35.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Aspirations of the Mechanical Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/sbhattacharj/arjkris6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="393" alt="" src="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/sbhattacharj/arjkris6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting Exhibit&lt;/strong&gt; #&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall, strong, an excellent athlete. He never experienced sickness, never made any mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man will not scream at others in anger. He will not enter into a depression and cry. He will not be envious of others, nor will he hate himself. If you get into a mad fit of rage and hurt him, he will smile back at you because he understands your pain and is amused by your reactions. Then again you never hurt him, you cannot hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is emotionless, although he understands your emotions. Every task he takes upon himself is performed perfectly, every idea he experiences is absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People look at him and think- "He is a machine, he has sacrificed his soul for excellence!" other people will think "He is God, he understands all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something common between God and a Machine right? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"performance of one's duties!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Man creates the ultimate machine, it will ofcourse be far superior to any Man. Will it be God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114380619096192162?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114380619096192162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114380619096192162' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114380619096192162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114380619096192162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/divine-aspirations-of-mechanical-kind.html' title='Divine Aspirations of the Mechanical Kind'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114372872054111843</id><published>2006-03-30T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T06:25:20.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Symmetry or Asymmetry</title><content type='html'>I just wondered on the way home from a movie.....man has made things so systematic and organized. The roads, trees, buildings rising high up into the sky, the bus bays, the transport system and more..., but then ....are we suffering from a jaundiced vision... there were tress, snarrow paths, mud homes,caves and more before all modernization began. May be it was then that things were organized and it was we who came and disturbed everthing and hence made it un organized and to satisfy our ego...called it systematic and organized. So what I now know of so many things is just second, third or n'th hand material of what someone ruminated over and over again. Does that have to be right ? Its been natural for most of us to follow what fellow men have been upto. Isn't that a waste of a life ? Coming to think of it how much of what we think has just been dismissed as trash by us. May it did make sense and we feared being laughed at if we told someone...after all a killer who has made the perfect crime cannot resist to get caught lest his perfect crime may get unnoticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the blood of the human race to be noticed, to become that first among equals...to be the seeker, the numero uno. I also read some where that a few people were given a choice to be paid $50K an year and others get $25K or they $100K and others get $200K. Unsurprisingly, all chose $50K would make them happier. Well one would know of somethings worth only by comparision and hence i'd say its not just pedestrian to compare things.... Comparision when carried to a ridiculous degree does make things un bearable though. It's not uncommon to see people have ambivalent feelings or mixed feelings, life's just too complicated to choose between one....may be tht's why ppl say they have mixed feelings...they don't want to let go of either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'll just get back to the...kaho na khao yeh aankeh which is screaming in my i-pod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114372872054111843?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114372872054111843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114372872054111843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114372872054111843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114372872054111843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/symmetry-or-asymmetry.html' title='Symmetry or Asymmetry'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114370458680749698</id><published>2006-03-29T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:44:29.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my....</title><content type='html'>its 8 am and i am still on the bed. damn class starts in 15 mins. i rush to put on some clothes then stuff something in my mouth and rush out. just to find one thing you love and TRUST the most  is waiting outside. its all set to take you to your destination. i go sit on it pull it off the middle stand and start it. you can hear the sweet music of at 180 cc engine reving. i kick it to 1st gear and zoom i am off. the roads are all clogged but dont worry its always there for you . you can find ways out of the worst traffic jam and damn thing will not go below 60. once i am on it i forget that i have to attend a class and go for a long ride and feel free of all troubles. believe me when you feel low and lonely there is one thing that will always be there and thats your bike. i still remember driving of the secret lake and sitting there all alone just to get a break from life. being a mechi helps you damn know how to tune your own engine to get a milage of 20 ( dont ask how i am sure u will fal asleep) and  i still remember when i met with a accident i skidded of the  road at 70 and damn i get up and rather than looking at my broken hand i run to see if my bike is good . thats how much i love it and now i miss it like crazy :(. let there me a honda or a  ducati nothing to beat the 1st bike and the freedome it gave you. thought some of u find it hard to accept it is fine to drive on FOOTPATHs when roads are full. what say butters. i hope whoever is with my bike is taking good care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;stan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114370458680749698?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114370458680749698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114370458680749698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114370458680749698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114370458680749698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-and-my.html' title='me and my....'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114263935606041761</id><published>2006-03-17T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:49:16.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day the west impressed me...</title><content type='html'>its being 8 months in the US and i always cribbed about life here. but then one day changed it all. i was cooking some delecious rajma curry( u have to taste it to know ) and then it happened. i was trying to open a can and swip it cut deep into my fingers and damn the blood would not stop bleeding. i rushed to the university health services and guess what i found the best service ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i entered the building the lady at the counter enquired my problem and she rushed me to the docs terminal. there she took out a file which had my medical history. the doc just looked at my wound and was like we dont need stiches but all we need is to add some glue. ( for a moment i thought i came to wrong place).then explians that its a new way to treeat where they glue cuts rather than stich it so it can heal faster. then the nurse came in with bandages and damn within 5 mins she dressed my hand and packed 5 more bandages and gave me a list of instructions. btw they had customised bangages for each finger and part of the body ( mean the shape)&lt;br /&gt;damn though we pay a lot i was impressed with the service awasomee... i cant feel a thing on my hand now ( though  have being asked not to use it foe 2 days)... hats of the the medical industry tin the us.anyways guys.. cant type anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114263935606041761?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114263935606041761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114263935606041761' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114263935606041761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114263935606041761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-west-impressed-me.html' title='The day the west impressed me...'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114231412351796108</id><published>2006-03-13T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:28:43.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlander: End game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pointgallery.com/sword/images/musashi99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pointgallery.com/sword/images/musashi99.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Highlander is one fictional theme which has appealed to me a lot, especially because I was exposed to it during the end of my teens. It was fantasy with superpowers and the characters were - most of them cultured, sophisticated with impeccable flair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its underlying concept is that some people don't die/grow old when they should and they then realize that they are immortals who can only die when they are decapitated. It's present time, and these immortals are still roaming the world. Most of them have been through centuries of human history, seen empires rise and fall, loved and watched their loved ones die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come's the crux: There is a prophecy saying "There can be only one" and when one immortal chops off the head of the other, he undergoes a phenomenon called 'quickening' where he receives the soul/powers and skills of the other. So we have the good immortals who have bonds which literally last for centuries, as they keep meeting each other. The bad ones who are greedy for power and really believe they can be 'the one'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlander started in the movie version and then had an interesting TV series. The TV series had each episode with one well staged immortal fight and the subsequent quickening. I really enjoyed the way each immortal was portrayed, with flashbacks to their rich experiences.(History fascinates me, because without it-we are like people with amnesia.)  Each immortal Duncan (the protogonist) meets is worth a spin off of his/her own. There is this feeling of awe which comes when we know what they have been through in their long lives, and ofcourse when we get a look at the beautiful swords of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan himself has a Katana (Jap Samurai Sword) with a dragon shaped handle which is exquisite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Highlander experience was the movie Endgame. I did not care much about the movie plot but was pleasantly surprised at the flashbacks of Connor Mcleod (who started the first movie) It was nostaligic and reminded me of all the good times with wepons. ;) Of course it led me to share this experience with you as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"He is immortal. Born in the Highlands of Scotland 400 years ago. He is not alone. There are others like him, some good, some evil. For centuries he has battled the forces of darkness, with holy ground his only refuge. He cannot die, unless you take his head, and with it his power. In the end there can be only one. He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114231412351796108?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114231412351796108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114231412351796108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114231412351796108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114231412351796108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/highlander-end-game.html' title='Highlander: End game'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114217763958247785</id><published>2006-03-12T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:18:27.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreadful staircase did me in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.laurenstudios.com/fullsize/Royal%20Staircase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://www.laurenstudios.com/fullsize/Royal%20Staircase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sets of feet were in perfect tandem with each other, in the gentle evening breeze it felt as if this is what they are destined for. As we were going about it, our breathing seemed so natural as it perfectly synchronized with our pace ... and we went on and on ... those strides covered distance ...  the wind in our hair, ... the sand at our feet ... but then the dreaded staircase came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and i did get over it but I lost it ... elf got the better of me ...  damn u elf ... i swear i'll get the better of you. With the focus and the regularity of practice, I shall drop u like a bad habit. But it must be said ... I do wholly appreciate your gut and the beauty of continued practice ... long way to go. I've started and I'm on a one way road ...  I'll beat u into pulp ... eventually and I'll wait for that ..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--RuSTic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114217763958247785?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114217763958247785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114217763958247785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114217763958247785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114217763958247785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/dreadful-staircase-did-me-in.html' title='Dreadful staircase did me in...'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114215554830844645</id><published>2006-03-12T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:22:33.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day you realize there is more to life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.phillrawlins.com/images/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.phillrawlins.com/images/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ... me went yesterday to some place where every guy dreams to go atleast once. I'm sure you guys got it. When I went I was all exited then you have fun for as long as you are there . Then it continues for few more hours. Then as the day goes by you are happy but feel like something was missing all along (though u felt that yest I did the biggest thing you want to do). and then you walk into a room bustling with people talking and having fun and then your eyes fall upon a gal and at that instant you capture her image in your eyes and at that time you see the real reason in life. you feel the completeness in life and find the real meaning of love. You end up flirting with every gal and when she comes to introduce herself you loose it all together. At that moment you wish to be with her for the rest of your life that is when you know u are in true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;Stan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114215554830844645?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114215554830844645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114215554830844645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114215554830844645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114215554830844645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-you-realize-there-is-more-to-life.html' title='The day you realize there is more to life ...'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114205273822198956</id><published>2006-03-10T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:12:09.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls and apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/320/apples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boys are like apples on trees.the best ones are at the top of the tree.the girls dont want to reach for the good ones becoz they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.instead they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground , that aren t as good but easy . so the apples at top think that there is something wrong With them , when in reality , they are amazing. that is why we just have to be a little patient and the right girl , the one who takes a chance to find the good, right apple, will come someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the bottomline is girls should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT THE COCK :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A VERY PROUD EC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/21331785-114205273822198956?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114205273822198956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114205273822198956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114205273822198956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114205273822198956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/girls-and-apples.html' title='girls and apples'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114191453411490525</id><published>2006-03-09T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T06:28:54.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came across this while idly surfing away at work. This, for a change made me feel good (@work):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.     FOR EXAMPLE one evening last week, my wife and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says:     "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me." I said, "WHAT????!!! What was that?!" So she says the words that every husband on the planet dreads to hear...     "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"     Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.     The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'll just buy them all.     She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the jewellery department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings.     Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.     Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier.” I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it." Her face just went   completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, WHAT???!!!"I then said, "Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch   with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):)..................and pop goes the weasel........ hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114191453411490525?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114191453411490525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114191453411490525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114191453411490525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114191453411490525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-came-across-this-while-idly.html' title=''/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114189770873214940</id><published>2006-03-09T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:09:39.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/salma4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/320/salma4.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are tough to understand. Especially when my understanding is a result of analytically observing limited samples of them. The best I can do is to look at specific properties to make the task easier, more comprehendable. I can always ask a woman, but I haven't found one who is honest AND smart enough to answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my hypothesis is about women and their friends. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Women make friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;1. When they are insecure, lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;2. When they admire that would be friend (eg. a crush, role model).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A totally opposite case with Men, who can make life long friends just by having a beer between themselves. Here's a common joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife didnt come home one night, Husband called 10 of her lady friends and all of them didn't know where she was. Husband didn't come home one night, wife called 10 of his friends, 8 said that he had spent the night over while two swore that he was still there but was in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that I've only met selfish girls? Does Indian soceity make girls insecure, introvertish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men compete against each other, want to be better than others. Soon they also show respect to worthy competitors. Ive noticed women get jealous though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't generalize and I strongly pray that I meet people who prove me wrong. (Yes I DO have hope :) ..) And If they are pretty ... i'll chase after them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114189770873214940?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114189770873214940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114189770873214940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114189770873214940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114189770873214940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114162289539476350</id><published>2006-03-05T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:28:15.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it struck 12 midnight 10 mins ago and there goes my time</title><content type='html'>its 12 midnight and my break is over. one week full of fun ( fun for me was sleeping till 1 in morning , getting to eat 2 times a day) i know its sounds pathetic but i guess its  back to the damn hectic lifestyle. what better way to start then by burning midnight oil. got soo much work and so little time,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sitting here with 15 excel sheets not one making any sense what they are and i have to damn analze them and make a report and submit. awasome experice na... adding to that you have a simulation running on the next computer which says 82 minutes left and rather than decresing it increases ( screw all you comp. sci. people done make even one proper comp) ... and adding to all of this is listening to some dumb old hindi songs so that you dont fall asleep. admist all this you cant skip the fact that you have a class at 8 and ohh damn i forgot.. have to submit a HW i better start doing that as well... sorry guys thought id write a big one but too much work on hand ...  so for time being s its going to be.... kya hua tera waada... ( if u know who actually sang the song do tell  me)... chao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114162289539476350?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114162289539476350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114162289539476350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114162289539476350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114162289539476350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-struck-12-midnight-10-mins-ago-and.html' title='it struck 12 midnight 10 mins ago and there goes my time'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114075590870624448</id><published>2006-02-23T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:38:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>constant change</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never deleted any personal email i received from anyone uptill now. And in many conversations I've had with people, I can see my writing in their mails too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I have a database of my thoughts for the past 5 years. Reading them, I could literally see how I have changed over these years. The tone, the attitude, priorities in life. Importance I gave to various events happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough sometimes, when you realize how close you were to some people and you don't talk to them anymore. It's sad sometimes when you realize how much innocence has been robbed from you, how creative you were in your thoughts earlier. Nowadays I'm just a copy of a copy of a copy. At this moment I am just copying my past self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sametime you cannot overlook how vulnerable you are as a kid. Life's experiences do make you tougher. Now it is upto us to preserve and explore those qualities we desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With self motivation, we realize that we are responsible for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114075590870624448?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114075590870624448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114075590870624448' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114075590870624448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114075590870624448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/02/constant-change.html' title='constant change'/><author><name>elfstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505761702714786830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2956/794/1600/tatoo2.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114062633133770961</id><published>2006-02-22T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T08:38:57.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much should u try</title><content type='html'>im goin through a turmoil not somethin of a huge magnitude but its still churnin me inside.I went to coll on tues and wednday when i stepped outta the car the coll buses came down and lotsa ppl started pourin in.by the time i reached my class i was greeted by 8 girls( i can list them if u want) waht was common to all these was these girls were those i spoke to when i was in my first year(proabably raggin helped me here....else as u ppl know im not someone who might go outta his way to talk to them)anyway i never spoke to 5 of those again after that .lotsa times it would be so that  we both were heading on to each other and there was nobody around so she or i would put up a courtesy hi or a smile.but three of those 8 were pretty good friends.now u might ask me wat exactly do i mean by friend?????the whole reason im writin this is to decide wether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.they r my friends&lt;br /&gt;2.was i just attracted to them&lt;br /&gt;3.did i just give up without trying enough and lose everything that could have been fruitful        between us(may b im speculatin here..............i really like to think i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after first year's intro and gettin on a little  i tried (now u might ask me wat i tried)&lt;br /&gt;now this is where im a little confused i always tell ppl to do things from their heart and not to expect anythin atleast as far as girls go but i dont know if i followed itto the word. i used to get them choclates,gifts,etc all those which i thought were pleasing to them.i always wanted to outdo the other guys around me.u could call me possesive /protective(hmmm protectin wat........my foot). we used to go  out for movies ,lunches(i just struck me we never had dinner together) bunk college etc etc.by the end of second year things changed (this is where the shit called maturity came in or atleast i felt so)i thought im kinda controlling  curtailing their lives so i just left them to their own fate wat i mean is i just cut down on calls ,outings until they didnt ask me to or i had to make someone jealous .slowly we lsot contact and i had other things which i thought deserve more attention.no calls no nothing now suddenly they turn up today and talk to me as if nothing happened all these days thats the whole point&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nothin happened  &lt;/span&gt;so i confronted them saying how can u just come outta the blue and pretend nothin happened. i said u never called me nor did u meet me in coll  i totally felt ignored after all that we've been through. they say i cant expect them to b the same always.now wat kinda bul crap is that.wat i feel is either u treat me as ur friend and behave accordingly or u could just  be how u have been all these days y this sudden change of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dont know if  i did a right thing or wrong thing by cutting down on indulgence from my side.i dont know how we would have been if i hadnt thought so and continued .&lt;br /&gt;1.would we have ended up as good friends??????&lt;br /&gt;2. would i have proposed to somebody??????&lt;br /&gt;3.wat would she have said????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody im thinkin so much now. i feel kinda mixed .i feel i shouldnt devote so much time to this but still cant keep my mind from wandering into how colourful life could have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not that it isnt colourful now with u ppl around it will always b colorful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i try understanding these creatures we call chicks/babes/pottis..................i draw a total blank or i feel there are as many kinds as there are stars in this universe.proabably all girls will start lookin like big questionmarks to me .heck i feel much better now that ive decided im not goin to waste anytime on them except maybe while im watchin porn or somethin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114062633133770961?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114062633133770961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114062633133770961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114062633133770961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114062633133770961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-much-should-u-try.html' title='how much should u try'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114008726678677863</id><published>2006-02-16T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T03:06:53.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[hA]ME[RI]C[sum]AN Psycho</title><content type='html'>I live in an apartment near Shivam Road on the 3rd floor. My name is Kenny Bateman. I'm 21 years old. I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now. After I remove the ice pack I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114008726678677863?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114008726678677863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114008726678677863' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114008726678677863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114008726678677863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/02/hamericsuman-psycho_16.html' title='[hA]ME[RI]C[sum]AN Psycho'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-114007439871915713</id><published>2006-02-15T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:19:58.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ppl don't keep in touch....</title><content type='html'>Both Friends will think the other is busy and will not contact thinking it may b disturbing.  As time passes both will think let the other contact. After that each will think why I should contact first. Here ur love will be converted to Hate. Finally without contact the memory becomes weak. They forget each other. One fine Day they will meet n blame one another. So Keep in touch with all your Friends. N Pass this to all your friends...I don't want to be one of this kind... so here i am to say u ,,,,take care keep in touch....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114007439871915713?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114007439871915713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114007439871915713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114007439871915713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/114007439871915713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-ppl-dont-keep-in-touch.html' title='Why ppl don&apos;t keep in touch....'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113994481038026562</id><published>2006-02-14T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:20:10.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did u ever fall in love with someone whom you shouldnt</title><content type='html'>Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Try hard to fight your feelings,&lt;br /&gt;but you just couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;You fall deeper with each passing day,&lt;br /&gt;But try to hide it in every possible way.&lt;br /&gt;she's only a friend, and nothing else--&lt;br /&gt;That's the lie you keeping telling yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You keep on saying she's just a bud,&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside, you're falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;You get so giddy when you meet his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But keep reminding yourself it isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;A simple glance turns into a stare,&lt;br /&gt;But you pretned that you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;It's "not right" for you two to be.&lt;br /&gt;Is that why you hide it so no one can see?&lt;br /&gt;But how long will you pretend?&lt;br /&gt;Keep lying that she's just a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps your feelings you can never show.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's "wrong" for her to know.&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship can't be risked over this,&lt;br /&gt;So being hers is an impossible wish...&lt;br /&gt;-Ella Wheeler Wilcox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awaspme // poem just see it guys ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113994481038026562?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113994481038026562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113994481038026562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113994481038026562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113994481038026562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/02/did-u-ever-fall-in-love-with-someone.html' title='Did u ever fall in love with someone whom you shouldnt'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113989782059419344</id><published>2006-02-13T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:17:00.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>get what you want but not what you need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone ever had the feeling that you have achived something impossible but then still there is something that is missing.  you have climbed a mountain and now are looking down just to realise that you are all alone and that just because you wanted to climb the mountain you lost a lot of things. life is like that you loose somethings to gain some. today i realised that everything we see is not real. you live once so live it king size.this phony thing called love dont trust it someday it will ditch you...... cheers ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113989782059419344?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113989782059419344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113989782059419344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113989782059419344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113989782059419344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/02/get-what-you-want-but-not-what-you.html' title='get what you want but not what you need'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113963645209600575</id><published>2006-02-10T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:06:33.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is calling ... where are you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/food.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/400/food.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is  satisfaction when you do things just right ... this dinner for example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes to Eric's admit in Oklahoma and to a lesser degree to Kenny understanding socket programing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113963645209600575?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113963645209600575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113963645209600575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113963645209600575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113963645209600575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-calling-where-are-you.html' title='life is calling ... where are you ?'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113957824890130756</id><published>2006-02-10T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T05:30:48.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we ... champions ...we...</title><content type='html'>hummed in our every breath ...&lt;br /&gt;-sur,sa,su&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid my dues Time after time&lt;br /&gt;I've done my sentence But committed no crime&lt;br /&gt;And bad mistakes I've made a few&lt;br /&gt;I've had my share of sandKicked in my face&lt;br /&gt;But I've come through&lt;br /&gt;And I need to go on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are the champions - my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we'll keep on fighting till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are the champions We are the champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No time for losers'Cause we are the champions ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my bows And my curtain calls&lt;br /&gt;You've brought me fame and fortune&lt;br /&gt;And everything that goes with itI thank you all&lt;br /&gt;But it's been no bed of roses no pleasure cruise&lt;br /&gt;I consider it a challenge before the whole human race&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonna lose&lt;br /&gt;And I need to go on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are the champions - my friends And we'll keep on fighting till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are the championsWe are the champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No time for losers'Cause we are the champions of the world&lt;br /&gt;We are the champions - my friendsAnd we'll keep on fighting till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are the championsWe are the champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No time for losers'Cause we are the champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113957824890130756?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113957824890130756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113957824890130756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113957824890130756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113957824890130756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-champions-we.html' title='we ... champions ...we...'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113938430973469367</id><published>2006-02-07T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:38:29.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>When you love someone so deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it's so easy to hide.&lt;br /&gt;You've loved her for so very long,&lt;br /&gt;You would think she could do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you would hope and pray,&lt;br /&gt;That she would always stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;she treated you like you should be treated,&lt;br /&gt;You thought your life was finally completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Saturday night about ten o'clock,&lt;br /&gt;You heard the news and it wasn't a shock.&lt;br /&gt;You never knew this was going to happen soon,&lt;br /&gt;As you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted things back how they were before,&lt;br /&gt;But you knew this couldn't happen anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113938430973469367?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113938430973469367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113938430973469367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113938430973469367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113938430973469367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/02/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113872831649240771</id><published>2006-01-31T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T09:25:16.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of fairy tales in reel life....</title><content type='html'>I did some catching up with the regional movies today. Two movies....both have showcased super human strength in ordinary mortals and have been packed with a lot of sentiment which is oblivious in any individual these days....such selfless sacrifices are only capable by monks n saints. Never the less, they did enliven me up and now I should say that i'm looking forward to work. It's exactly been a week long vacation and all my bateries are charged up :) feeling good...aha !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113872831649240771?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113872831649240771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113872831649240771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113872831649240771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113872831649240771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-fairy-tales-in-reel-life.html' title='Of fairy tales in reel life....'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113867710264462102</id><published>2006-01-30T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:16:05.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/100_0246.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/320/100_0246.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break I had was totally awesome. though it wasn't the drunken revelry that u might think, for a change it was family this time.....and it felt good to be in the country side and appreciate stuff there. I've shaved my head and this is how I look (This is me in my farm. Spent a day lazing there under a tree :-), which is what i call bliss (I missed a hammock !!!).... More to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113867710264462102?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113867710264462102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113867710264462102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113867710264462102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113867710264462102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/01/vacation.html' title='Vacation..'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113855108468421533</id><published>2006-01-29T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T08:11:24.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/suman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/320/suman2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/tatoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/320/tatoo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113855108468421533?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113855108468421533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113855108468421533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113855108468421533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113855108468421533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/01/goa.html' title='Goa'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113791859094332267</id><published>2006-01-22T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:29:50.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediocrity...</title><content type='html'>I feel mediocrity is all over,around me....then I realized....mediocrity is in my mind....I shall come over it bit by bit.....and be freee from it. I hate this mediocre life.....and i'll have my time.&lt;br /&gt;--Sa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113791859094332267?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113791859094332267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113791859094332267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113791859094332267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113791859094332267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/01/mediocrity.html' title='Mediocrity...'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113791641183810080</id><published>2006-01-21T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:53:31.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good times.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/1600/236678285jQzpmt_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5007/2156/320/236678285jQzpmt_ph.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang's all here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113791641183810080?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113791641183810080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113791641183810080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113791641183810080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113791641183810080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-times.html' title='good times.....'/><author><name>Rustic Angels....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285232568443933667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21331785.post-113791643969265727</id><published>2006-01-21T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:53:59.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhatUPOOTT</title><content type='html'>So, things that will not stop once they have begun have started. Governments may fall, countris  change borders, races evolve into different faces but one question will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you put?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-113791643969265727?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/113791643969265727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=113791643969265727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113791643969265727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21331785/posts/default/113791643969265727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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goin to b difficult&lt;br /&gt;very difficult"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mr.cartman this is not mission difficult this is MISSION IMMPOSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult should be a walk in a park for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr.cartman the next time u r goin on a holiday please let us know where u r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i tell u where im goin it wont b on a holiday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah tah tah tan tan tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21331785-114502838886229079?l=italiancarno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italiancarno.blogspot.com/feeds/114502838886229079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21331785&amp;postID=114502838886229079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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