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June 19 <**Modesty-Personified**> HOlidays coming to an End!
Damn they went by in a Blink!College starts on the 26th.
In a way i'm glad i'll be back to the manically hectic schedule but i'll definitely miss all the Lazying around that can only be done in the hols:)
**evil laughter**At least my plan of dominating the computer world got a morale boost now that Bill gates is planning to step down:P Wonder What a blissfully peAceful life the dude must be living :=).
Oh almost forgot i was actually gonna rite a blog to Canvass for votes:) Damn my wandering mind:)
WEll if any1 [yes that includes aliens,cyborgs,mythological creatures,visitors from Orion and creatures of the dark] Is reading this then thank you for wasting your precious time:P but i wud want you to waste just a lil' bit more and wud really love it if you took the pains to VOTE for me by clicking on the star rite on the top of the webpage:)
Any1 who votes will get a list of guddies to choose from:)
*a million hugs and 500 kisses combo:)
*monetary compensation for time[this offer valid only from 13/jan/13:P]
*visits and regular comments to your space.[even if i have to bang myself on the hed to sit thru the boredom:P]
*ill even add you to the coveted spot on my uber-kewl friend list:)
*Or maybe you could be througly contended with a Heartfelt Thank you;]
The moral obligations that arise form the knowledge that you gain from my space compell your soul to VOTE for me. You feel it dont you:P:P
Well thats about all the reasons i cud think for convincing all of you to help me win the competition:)
---Only the losers say,its the Participation that matters.:P---
link for voting::
[vote for heavenly demonic] *_*
PS:I HAVE BEEN SADLY DISQUALIFIED FROM THE COMPETITION BECAUSE I GAVE THE DIRECT LINK TO VOTE AS GIVEN ABOVE.:( HOW UNFAIR.SO THANK YOU FOR VISITING BUT THERES NO NEED TO VOTE:).
PPS:AT THE TIME OF WRITING I WAS LEADING BY 40 VOTES.
PPPS:KEEP COMING BACK:) May 30 <t.a.g.g.e.d.>     
Perfect Partner?>!
TAG <8 points of my perfect Gal>
*should be honest with a unique personality.
*should cause pleasure of all six senses by just thinking of her.
*should be very intellectually stimulating.
*should hate pink ,pop and authoratarian redundant ideas.
*should be wild,spontaneous and full of suprises.
*should have a totally rad sense of humor.
*should love the outdoors and have fun indoors too.
*should have an open mind and love to try out new things.
*could be a little bit pSycotic,anarchy prone and techno saavy;]
Why is it that Guys are so Easy to understand but girls are always a mystery.Why cant girls ever spit out the concondrum of emotions and undercurrents of siimultaneuous thought that always goes on in their heads?
Why does everything have to be so complicated?Wonder when guys will get the Manuel to working with and understanding females.One thing im Sure of is that it will surely be written by the fairer sex cuz after all we are all from women and a guy coudnt do it as when he would finally figure things out he would die laughing before being able to Enlighten the world about this mysteRy.
Spec sheet Stolen from Godly Archives of hazardous materials>.
Manuel for Guys!THis was written by a very intelligent woman who sympathizes with all the guys out there and wanted to set them on the rite path to getting along with girls.Alterations by haVok13.
Read on brothers from different mothers;]
30 Things Guys Should Know About Girls
1. Don't ever lie to us; we always find out.
2. We don't enjoy talking dirty to you as much as you enjoy listening. 3. Don't say you understand when you don't. 4. Girls are pretty, but yours is the Prettiest! 5. You don't have PMS; don't act like you know what it's like. 6. Saying something sweet might get you off the hook; doing something sweet will always get you off the hook. 7. If you talk about having a big dick; we know you don't. 8. Size does matter, but only to hoes; not girls that want relationships. 9. We don't like it when you act like Mr. Big. 10. A system in your car only impresses your homeboys not us. 11. No matter what you say, your ex-girlfriend is a hoe. 12. It's good to be sensitive, sometimes. 13. If you did something wrong or even if you didn't, apologize. 14. Be spontaneous; dinner and a movie won't always cut it. 15. We are self-conscious by nature; we can't help it. 16. We are DrAmA queens. 17. Fashion police do exist. 18. Don't ask us to give head; if you are nice you just might get it. 19. We absolutely DO NOT care about monster trucks, car systems, paintball, or anything else you and your friends talk about. 20. Hugs and kisses must be given at all times. 21.We don't shave our legs everyday so get over it. 22. Don't make bets about us; we always find out. 23. Shave; no matter how cool you think your goatte or beard or mustache looks, we hate it. 24. Even if you think it is cool to burp, fart, or emit other strange gases from your body, it is not. 25. Don't compare our breasts with Pamela Anderson's; hers are fake, just remember that. (u have a better shot at ours than you ever will with hers) 26. It is not cool to shoot snot rockets. 27. We are beautiful at all times. 28. We will always think we are fat, so humor us and tell us we aren't. 29. You can shoot hoops, score a goal, knock down big fat guys, and hit a little baseball with a stick, so why the hell can't you piss in the toilet and not on it. 30. Most importantly: we are always right; so don't forget it. Happy hunting Guys;]
PS:Extraordinary and classic article; must be read by every intelligent person; most things I personally write naturally fall in this category ;]
May 20 нαιя !؟؟!I just can't seem to ever be contended with my hair.
I dont know for sure but i guess it must be a childhod anomaly resulting from obsessive compulsive philosoFical analysis premature to the unprepared lil brain;)
I've gone through every possible stage a normal persons hair could ever go through.
As soon as i stoPPed being a kid and started flying askew from my mums protective wings and Into teenhood i luved to have the new option of doing what i wanted to with my hair without being bugged by anyone>
My hair has been processed a million times since then>
Ive had psykotik loNg hair to no hair and everything in between. My hair has lived a more successfully interesting life than i have,i think sometimes. It has been subjected to Straightnings,rebondings,curlings,nourishments,boosts,colorings,pullings,tearings and other insane (on-trial) treatments>[Oh ya and i can't forget the interstellar sub-hyper particulate nodal hair implants the gorgonites drilled into me when i gave them permission to take away my personal diary--They thought it was an intergalactic work of art;)--for their scrunity!!] Am i obsessed with my haiR>?
Nah i don't think so>Its just that maybe the sad little funhouse that exists in the delusional funhouse of my MOrphed cranium believes that LIfe is too short and everything that it has to offer must be tried. We owe that much to our inherent intellectuall curiosity. The "HAiry" beast within me is never satisfied.
It keeps making me do stuff with my hair that makes it cry> im sure my hair just wants to be left in peace> but noooo>ThAt'l be so boring!!!And i hAte being that!! I thank god[another good karma point for me?] that my hair's density and quality haven't suffered though it has been through much suffering and needless torture.
What wud be the perfect hair that would suit me? Well i would'nt know until i tried everything now would i!!
Everyone makes mistakes. The trick is to make mistakes when nobody is looking.
Sadly hair mistakes are disasters.And ive been thru a few of those.THe Cap suddenly becomes an extension of the body during such torturous weeks>! Default answer to people who tell me my new hair sux and was better before>
I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.so take a Hike.Anyways I Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level. They don't know im on my Quest to reaching a "Hairy Nirvana";] So Hats off To all the people around the world who aren't afraid of unapproving stares and who express themselves how they want too!!! Antz-- Barbatus: Don't make my mistake, kid. Don't follow orders your whole life. Think for yourself. May 13 Plastic needles in My skin.A quirk of fate.A chance chromosomal aberrartion.And everything changes.
Call it a mischance,wherein the manner in which the world approaches you changes,just because you lack the benifit of looking good.
John questioned me "Does it matter how Ugly i look? Is'nt it how i am from my heart that matters?Tellme!" Hmm.tough question. "Yes it does.
You are among the Unfortunate.Men and women who are obscure,Inconspicuous.The forgotten lot.Men and women grounded to the present battling for survival in a cruel world.Looks do matter.A lot.
They partially contribute to how you live your life and most definitely influence how other people deal with you. Now now my friend stop crying.It's ok.But then again .Maybe its not.HAve you ever noticed any piece of art built by our ancestors that were ugly?If being good mattered then why arent there Ugly pieces of Ar,of Sculpture,of models,Statues.Ever seen any Horrible looking greek or hindu GoD?
Looking good and always at his prime is the heros job.Being ugly,malformed and evil are always traits of the confounded villian.NO John.Please dont try to salvage the pieces of your ugly existance.I know its not your fault.Then whose is it?If god really loved you wouldnt you be beautiful? Dont get depressed.I'm not saying ugly people should be annihilated.I'm not HItler reincarnate.The brutal reality is that good looks lead to a much easier life than the ones who are unfortunate in that department.
IF looks didnt matter then why would there be cosmetics?To make you look better of couse.Why is that necessary you ask me?Well maybe because it's in our genes.Our primal mating sense Through some extraodinarily spectacular means senses the right match by something as basic as looks.Looks define your genepool. Life is beautiful.So should the people in it be. JOhn,You're feeling suicidal?NO no its really ok.You dont want to slit your wrists in my room.That shit can get messy. Ya ya i know im drowning in myself in the vanity of being perfectly normal whlie forgetting to realize the duties that come with it! I know i've just shattered the Kaleidoscope of your fanciful life shimmering somewhere in your subconcious mind and helped you enter the world of Harsh reality.Deal with it.!" -- All that is what my inner Beast would have said which would have permanantly damaged my friends ego and given him a INferiority compleX for life. Me im just a simple guy with a simple mind.
I told him "Of course your Looks don't matter.You're beautiful dude.Chill!"
MAybe i Lied. I єqυαℓѕ ∂33>>I was waiting at the bus stand to grab the last bus home.
There were only a few other people there besides me.The bus stop was in a deserterd lane and the street was a haven for the homeless.
I felt the stench of rotten food and of eternally unwashed bodies Damp my spirits and seep into my very pores.
A few beggars were unsuccesfully trying to sleep while intermittently waving a hand at the swarm of insects buzzing around them.I sensed the uneasyness that the other would be passengers were feeling.
There was one paticular beggar that caught my attention.He was utterly horrific to look at.I felt disgusted to the depths of my soul by just looking at him.He was sitting leaned back on the wall behind the bus stand in a pool of what seemed to be puke,piss and other bodily fluids in a definitely lethal combination.A sour cheesy smell radiated from his general direction.But the thing that caught my attention was his Right arm.It had swelled to double of what it should have been.It looked grossly unproportional on his throughly Emancipated body.
It was getting late.The full moon shone brightly in all its glory basking the street in its beautifully errie glow.
The Insecurity that the other would be passengers felt became unberable for them and i saw all of them leave one by one ,Grab cabs and rush on to their warm and cosy homes.
I stayed put.This was a free country i decided and i had a right to be there Didnt i?
I felt a commotion behind me and saw the beggar having an argument with another of his kind.Money Exchanged hands. Out of nowhere a needle and a vial was displayed by the apparent drug peddler and rougly given to the beggar.The beggar coughed deeply and spat some thick bloodly substance to add to the swamp of liquids that he was already sitting on.In the next five seconds with a surgeouns precision and years of experience he emptied the contens of the vial into the syringe.I shifted my weight on my other foot and discreetly moved a little further away lest some molecules of the dastardly drug corrupted my brain in any way.The beggar had all my attention now.
With his good hand he found an agreeable spot on his other arm and thrust the syringe into his flesh.the moment the needle glided under what was remaing of his skin, his arm practically burst open.Pus and blood flew everywhere.A long tear had appeared along the length of his arm with all the force and pressure with which it had burst.
This is what the Don't Do Drugs Campaign should be Showing i thought to myself.
The mans Shreiks of terror pierced the silent night .He caught his self mutilated arm in his good hand and whimpered in Agony.Other people started scampering away not wanting to be involved in any sort of disturbance that might
interrupt there routine lives.
The man shouted at me to help him.
I knew what i had to do.
I should have called the cops or the ambulance.
i should have given him my kerchief to stem his profuse bleeding.
I should have given him some water to ease his parched throat and suffering soul.
i Should have helped calm him down and explain what had just happened.
I walked up close to him.SO close that he could prbably smell my sergio venente of me.I gave him 3 words.
Dont Do Drugs.Then Mustering the most smug smile i could and gracefully walked away amid shreiks of curse and hollow threats.
May 07 Running in the Darkness.I don't want to die.
NOt that i'm suffering from some incurable disease or some hideous accident injury but i mean eventual Death.
Everyone dies.Is the transition from being a living miracle to a lifeless corpse unbearably painful? I hope not.
I was walking down the street yesterday afternoon.Cars were rushing by in their never ending flow.It was really hot like hell.I noticed a little white kitten trying to cross the road among all the hustle.
I'm not fond of cats.To me there just vile creatures.But this particular kitten looked beautiful.It's angelic white coat of fur glistened in the sun.It belonged at a garden or on some little girls lap.It looked so small and completely out of place right there.
A speeding Mercedes Kompressor c class ran over her.
Right there.In a second.In front of my eyes.It took me a while to register What had just happened.The cat was crushed.It was Torn,oozing blood from every crevice of its tiny fragile body.I coudn't take my eyes off that most certainly dying cat whose guts and entrails lay sploched beside it.Don't get me wrong.I didn't want to look,I felt i was violating the cat's space,but i couldn't move.
A million thoughts wizzed past my my cranium as i stood there cringing with pity and a sense of sadness.I felt crushed from within as i pondered over the fragility of life.The delicate balance between life and death weighs 20 grams.That wasa the weight of the soul according to unproven nazi experiments.
Just like that a life was gone.I wondered what now was going to happen to its Soul.Did it even have one?
Or was it just an object in the playground of the devil and godd.
I wondered what would happen to me when i died.
I didn't like how that sounded.Not at all.Me?Dying?No way pal,Take a hike.But then again thats what the cat thought too.Things dont always happen as we plan them out to i guess.
So i'm afraid of death.Very.How i wish i was immortal.In the back of my mind i'm always going to know that a day will come that will put a full stop to my lovely existence.And i Dread it.
The remaining million minus five thoughts got vaporized as the burning heat scorched the back of my skull and bought me back to reality.I slowly started walking again and noticed the cat painfully twitch,shudder and then fall still.I was glad It was out of its suffering.
As i walked away trying to bury this horrendous memory deep in my brain the remains of the dead cat were flattened out by another vehicle.This is definitely one memory thats going to haunt me for a long time.
"LIfe is not measured by the breaths we take,BUt by the moments that take our breathe away."-By Some Smartass.
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