<?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-4702509429355575074</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:30:03.584+05:30</updated><category term='home'/><category term='mind games'/><title type='text'>what the heck...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702509429355575074.post-5740321614795427605</id><published>2008-02-12T23:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:03:17.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>just off from seeing 'Juno'. i had thought and read that it was a comedy movie. And so started it. but it is one of the romantic movies. usually i would say that they pollute your mind with stupid ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They show 2 kinds off ppl in it. the mature ones and the not so mature ones. both with their problems and perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl 'Juno' was cool in the character. and so it goes. if girls were so cool as she was there would only be guys...and there would be no need of movies like this.&lt;br /&gt;khair the movie should be surely on the must watch list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702509429355575074-5740321614795427605?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/5740321614795427605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=5740321614795427605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/5740321614795427605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/5740321614795427605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2008/02/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-6663278567388444203</id><published>2008-02-05T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:38:29.348+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marriage = lots of sex and clean undies</title><content type='html'>the title is borrowed from what one of my friends said during our daily rants over gtalk. just thot of writing this coz a lot of people around me my friends mostly have married recently or are getting slayed in the coming months. I have always thot of marriage as a big milestone in my life and i believe my friends also think likwise afaik. it may be the social upbringing, lack of sex, the need for emotional support or any reason that might take over a.k.a love. Anyways after that big day the only question is wat next? "Wat next?" actually troubles me more than anything. coz i think life is full of daily fun and daily events but these big events more or less drive a persons life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my friends are disappearing after marriage and the ones with affairs are getting transparent. man i hate them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not exploring how much hit career takes here. nor am i factoring the professional (career) big events ppl work towards. cant think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat after the first big event. Obviously one would start to look or plan for the next one. Or maybe it is decided by the time u know the first big event is almost a reality now. i can only guess. But as it came out one day while we were all drunk on red label. You need kids to sustain marriage. The love and mushiness crap can only last so much. And that too when these days ppl are independent and even more ambitious. So the next big thing Kids. raising them educating them &amp;amp; all the usual parenting stuff. Is that it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe buying car or buying a house are sumthing too look forward too. But i suppose they are like water and food. Cant do without it things. They dont excite me. Buying a mercedes or a bmw would be exciting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all i think marriage is a lot more than clean undies and sex. paying for them would be smarter. And life is all planning &amp;amp; waiting for Big events and making them happen..and maybe all of what i said was just guessing.  just wish we had more such exciting days to look forward too -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The day i would get my first super power&lt;br /&gt;2. My first Bumblebee car&lt;br /&gt;3. my first MI6 mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now listening to ... Bob Dylan - Dont Think Twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702509429355575074-6663278567388444203?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/6663278567388444203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=6663278567388444203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/6663278567388444203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/6663278567388444203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2008/02/marriage-lots-of-sex-and-clean-undies.html' title='Marriage = lots of sex and clean undies'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-8336628555588331177</id><published>2008-01-11T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:04:34.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>cricket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my friend sent me this on my messenger. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;my personal opinion Aussies suck. they cant take criticism nor catches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words for the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bucknor : (n) (adj)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 . Temporary blindness leading to  missing out on the obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. To be at the wrong place at the wrong  time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Situations leading to grave judgmental errors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Usage: I feel  bucknored by my boss; Life often throws a bucknor at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Benson: (n)  (adj)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Something that legitimises a severe bucknor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Usage: First they  bucknored me and then they bensoned it! I am toast.&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/4702509429355575074-8336628555588331177?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/8336628555588331177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=8336628555588331177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/8336628555588331177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/8336628555588331177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2008/01/cricket.html' title='cricket'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-4125814820153960075</id><published>2007-10-25T11:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:26:53.111+05:30</updated><title type='text'>23:23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late nite movie.most of the times i see movie. It starts with me sitting upright on my bed. gradually i end up burying myself in the bed. thats coz the movies drag so bludy much. so i am happy yday i saw one where i dint loose interest till the end. The Number 23. awesome movie. gives you the kicks. and Jim carry is cool too. the movie ended with pillow in my lap and my eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a big big world but orkut has made it smaller. so after the mov we were tryin to find patterns with our birth date. which was funny. bludy i cant add/subtract/divide my date birth date to get 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting to go home on diwali. usually i go once or twice a year. big boom crackers. many of my friends think its useless n noisy polluting and on and on.bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but i like bursting crackers. besides thrs a lot more to do before u finally make rules on crackers. ppl usually criticize the most easy things in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. boom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702509429355575074-4125814820153960075?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/4125814820153960075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=4125814820153960075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/4125814820153960075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/4125814820153960075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/10/2323.html' title='23:23'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-2969872389014160945</id><published>2007-09-12T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:58:39.921+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'No body takes picture of drummer' i rock 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its always gr8 to go to a rock concert. so andheri it was this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;some kickass bands n mad crowd. the crazy thing is that the metal bands still manage to catch up with the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the chicks look crazy in black. some of them were sporting 'kajal' n they look damm sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;besides anything the whole concert thing gave a feel of college days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the nokia ppl were distributing some green glowy sticks most of  which made their way to the stage as the crowd got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;more into the mood..man i love throwing these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i have seen a couple of shows of Parikrama n they are the best sane indian band. kudos to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;others things i want to mention - me n my friend went on a bullet from pune. we also went to hard rock cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i also tried my best to get stoned but was out of luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4702509429355575074-2969872389014160945?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/2969872389014160945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=2969872389014160945&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/2969872389014160945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/2969872389014160945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-body-takes-picture-of-drummer-i-rock.html' title='&apos;No body takes picture of drummer&apos; i rock 07'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-7712155529270314769</id><published>2007-08-23T11:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:14:10.919+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'ok sir thank you'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;man stomach ache...i m gonnna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently almost developed a relationship with a sales agent from icici.&lt;br /&gt;i hav not even had phone sex man why the fuck was i talking to this guy 20 minutes daily for last 3 days. i m not ur fuckin soulmate..n i dont want that goddammed insurance policy. And then he would start explaining all the things i was missing. n here goes our duet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] X5&lt;br /&gt;'Arre yaar i kno i totally agree par i m not interested'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] X 100&lt;br /&gt;'par sir its only so much and that too emis pe. sir abhee aap young ho. you dont understand. let me explain it to you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no pls dont.wat is wrong with ppl.i dint know my life was so precious until him.Why the fuck dont you adopt me and pay for all my bills. so bottom line is if i die tomorrow a few people would be less rich and i know thats not what matters to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stomach ache was surely his curse. the bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702509429355575074-7712155529270314769?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/7712155529270314769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=7712155529270314769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/7712155529270314769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/7712155529270314769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-sir-thank-you.html' title='&apos;ok sir thank you&apos;'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-6264460557643831324</id><published>2007-08-19T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:31:47.351+05:30</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;living with room mates. Its always like doing things together. habit it is. for good or for bad i dont know. making plans let's do this that. For sometime i hav started disliking that. i try n do what i like now and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our office is behind this big n posh TCS office. But its only the friday that counts.&lt;br /&gt;The other four days the tcs people can be seen in lame formals. Its only on friday that you can catch few chicks dressed to perfection. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bludy rules. they suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702509429355575074-6264460557643831324?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/6264460557643831324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=6264460557643831324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/6264460557643831324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/6264460557643831324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-8793301222245319387</id><published>2007-08-13T20:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:47:09.870+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind games'/><title type='text'>rdx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i have my own fucking principles. i dont like waiting not for any bludy person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fuckin watch dosent stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trek was gr8. plus that was the only thing challenging in some months for me. 4 of us. the last climb was the best.  the only way  from there was  up or  to heaven. one of my friends busted his camera which he kinda loved. it will be ok dude. :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bull shit.&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/4702509429355575074-8793301222245319387?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/8793301222245319387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=8793301222245319387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/8793301222245319387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/8793301222245319387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/08/rdx.html' title='rdx'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-2002241859413898589</id><published>2007-07-24T15:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:38:21.731+05:30</updated><title type='text'>24/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i was listening to this song. 'The art of breaking' - Thousand Foot Krutch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seems apt for someone who has jus broken his leg.hmmm...funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;christian rock. nice song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this came out of a random discussion with a friend who was mocking shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what are public toilets in dubai called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Sheikhs pee here'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how difficult it is to plan a trek. i dont know. one of my friends is planning tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it always happens. lots of emails abt the plan. energy bla bla. in the end no one wakes up saturday morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the trek. the fire bludy dies down after 5 days of hard work it seems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i hope to make it this time i.e. if we have a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4702509429355575074-2002241859413898589?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/2002241859413898589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=2002241859413898589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/2002241859413898589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/2002241859413898589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/07/247.html' title='24/7'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-9069609778393868261</id><published>2007-06-21T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:07:44.708+05:30</updated><title type='text'>judge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;judging persons. everyone does it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dont judge a person by whats the best that can be done. rather by is it his best effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just like dressing.i saw this guy in a tie and a colorful check shirt. so i thot wat kind off jerk wud wear it was my instinctive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;reaction. but in the end thats not what counts i think. atleast he was dressed to be the best presentable on his terms. and thats what counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by the way i see a lot many girls who hav such a bad dressing sense. any ways who can guess whats in a girls mind.&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/4702509429355575074-9069609778393868261?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702509429355575074.post-6276908167712709681</id><published>2007-06-19T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:10:21.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>waking up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I had this discussion with a friend abt wats worst/embarassing that could possibly happen to you. i said maybe u wake up tomorrow morning and find your self pregnant. No said the friend. worser is rape. (all in good humour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am thinking wats the worst that could i could wake up to. hmmm. fear to loose things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i gonna do with all the money i save. when its now when i want it the most to spend on things i like now. anyways i still have to think about my worse thing. maybe waking up 40 yrs old in a rented one room.  i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one can never know whats worse, getting kicked in the balls or giving birth  to a baby"..f.r.i.e.n.d.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gn for now.&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/4702509429355575074-6276908167712709681?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/6276908167712709681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=6276908167712709681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/6276908167712709681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/6276908167712709681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/06/waking-up.html' title='waking up.'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-5019937964820706947</id><published>2007-06-18T09:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-18T09:31:48.562+05:30</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;expectations.wat crap is this. they take their toll. thers no end. by the way when did they start. sucks big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thats that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whats with the rock music. it smells like shit these days. i ve been listening to this alternative rock n its kinda cool. snow patrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;geeks they suck. all the problems. they will die with remorse. coz sumthing will be thr that they cudnt solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so i saw this old couple today crossing the road. n the old auntie was holding uncles hand helping him cross the road. 2 things. who wants to live that long. second. it scares me. but still auntie grandma &amp; uncle looked sweet as they passed by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the thing is how far can u carry urself alone. there are only few things in this world that never deceive you and none of them is human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;roadhouse blues. nice song.&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/4702509429355575074-5019937964820706947?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/5019937964820706947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=5019937964820706947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/5019937964820706947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/5019937964820706947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/06/thoughts.html' title='thoughts.'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-1843775504006051264</id><published>2007-06-14T22:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:40:03.288+05:30</updated><title type='text'>worth the wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been to my previous office to collect some docs..the time n day had been clearly agreed upon in the quick email exchange that happened a day before. so i was at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kisse milna hai'.(ans)..'hmm theek. kya kaam hai'..(ans..still calm)..'pehele se bola hai unko'...'ex employee ho?'...bhaiya..lets discuss it over tea at a nearby tapri. let me answer all ur bludy queries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bag mein kuch hai?'...no nothing absolutely. just some c4 couple of detonators and few timers. and yes since i knew you would ask so i made it a point to bring it all. here buddy! take a look at the plan i made to blow up the building. i think i am short of one timer. Can i have your watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ok heres ur visitor card. Go to the reception n wait. i hav told the lady she would come down shortly'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the last i wud see of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Suno bhai reception pe hee rehena'..no absolutely not. i hav to search the whole building for bugs that are biting you in your chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the reception. so i wait 10 minutes. all's well. after some time i called her up n told her i am waiting at the reception. No one in my life matters more than you rt now. Please come down n give me my documents and ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am sorry .. i ll take some more time ...busy with some work... thank you .. i ll just be there any minute'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tennis on mobile..kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;These security guys are staring at me like hawks. man wud i get a chance to blow the buidling today. damm! they are watching my every move. Abort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hey..are you..'&lt;br /&gt;'yes'&lt;br /&gt;'hi i am.. '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what sometimes it pays to wait n she was worth waiting for and the only thing beautiful in my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'All the best' she said.&lt;br /&gt;'bye cu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All this feels strange and untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And I won't waste a minute without you" &lt;/span&gt;&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/4702509429355575074-1843775504006051264?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/1843775504006051264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=1843775504006051264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/1843775504006051264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/1843775504006051264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/06/worth-wait.html' title='worth the wait.'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-9100665990469615054</id><published>2007-06-12T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:34:42.448+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so this friend of mine is always convincing me about a lot of things he believes in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like marriage. he is 25 or so. n he tells me boy i am gonna marry this year end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;N i with my foresight (and cruel intentions) tell him ya man sure u should settl down its good for you. Everyone settles down at some point he goes on..i tell him again ya man right its good for you.. wat shud i tell him bludy am i your marriage counseller....even in our class lots hav settle down you r not the first to do it go ahead jump n dont worry close ur eyes n jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he could try base jumping has the same affect rush of blood, risk of screwing urself..but the gud thing is you can jump a lot many times not just once and at any place u like. so whos the chick?..still to decide..hmmm ok. cul good for you. by the way he is a good friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday nite there were these two cat babies on our doormat outside the house. so i had just come from office and i tried to shoo them  away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'shoooo ..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i figured cat mother hasnt taught them much yet...maybe they understood actions. so i tried bringing my foot down in  slow motion over them in the hope that they would run for cover. anyways i let them sleep on our doormat for the night....they were cute.&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/4702509429355575074-9100665990469615054?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/9100665990469615054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=9100665990469615054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/9100665990469615054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/9100665990469615054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-this-friend-of-mine-is-always.html' title=''/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-213061164892715823</id><published>2007-06-09T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:39:32.994+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blame game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i opened my internet today morning and bam. you see a crying photo of the paheiress hilton. i probably think the tears must have been given orders to take this route as they roll from the corner of her eye to the cheeks ... damn tears go wherever you want to jus dont spoil my makeup n my snaps. say cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'cheeeese..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whats with US media wat a drama they make. Besides shes not even going to spend a week in jail. forgive her please i cant take it anymore. reckless driving she did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah! she is not that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well she should take some tips from our very own BMW rider. Atleast he did something he can be proud of while going to jail. bollywood n me really do need some good action. The best part is our indian law has a special clause for homicide while driving under influence of alcohol. It goes something like this - since you have wasted big bucks on some of the finest scotch whatever you do now is totally not your fault. You were never in control it was an accident no motive was involved. Just please dont damage any property or break any signal posts. They take a long time to get repaired. Maybe the defence lawyer can blame the potholes and sue the Municipal corporation (win win situation). Or he might sue the scotch company..the scotch was aged a day more than 18yrs..the innocent guy was framed. Scotch on the rocks it is at the cost of someones life.who knows maybe he wud be made official mascot for Tihar. Something to be proud of. Ah! he is not that bad too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'll sip 100 pipers for now. boy they make it good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702509429355575074-213061164892715823?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/213061164892715823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=213061164892715823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/213061164892715823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/213061164892715823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/06/blame-game.html' title='blame game'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-8919145582208149640</id><published>2007-06-08T19:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:30:02.526+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>10:49 pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;jus up from seeing 'reality bites'. the tv is playin behind me..&lt;br /&gt;the movie is good. everything good ends with a kiss. the only thing real in the movie was that u hav to be on ur own in this world...i think if someone has to teach you this you gonna get shit for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N by the way sometimes i just put on tv to make sure i am not missing anything important. Maybe drug addiction is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is we shifted to this new house n this lady next door. so this auntie dosent know my name and she has told me 3 rules already. i dont know these neighbours do i owe them something from my last life. Auntie why dont you go n give your self your doggie a walk. i bet the doggie must hav ran away..or might hav killed itself under a truck. one of the so many i see on roads every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;democracy gave us the right to misuse it. why cant we pay these truck drivers to do the same to corrupt politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays song 'semi charmed kind of life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702509429355575074-8919145582208149640?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/8919145582208149640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=8919145582208149640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/8919145582208149640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/8919145582208149640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/06/1049-pm.html' title='10:49 pm'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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-4702509429355575074.post-9088124551645104056</id><published>2007-05-31T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:19:03.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind games'/><title type='text'>brain drain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what the f$$$ is eating my mind. its driving me nuts and i cant figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702509429355575074-9088124551645104056?l=whatheeheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/feeds/9088124551645104056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4702509429355575074&amp;postID=9088124551645104056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/9088124551645104056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702509429355575074/posts/default/9088124551645104056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatheeheck.blogspot.com/2007/05/brain-drain.html' title='brain drain.'/><author><name>LethalDose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897500631032460228</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></feed>
