<?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-12191877</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:57:50.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Street</title><subtitle type='html'>Anyways, this is my first blog. If you read something rude on this blog and think i am talking about you... you are either vain or absolutly right.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-5929165490525980971</id><published>2008-12-07T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:14:04.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're rubbing salt in my wounds</title><content type='html'>I thought it was bad before I met you&lt;br /&gt;But this is something I didn't foresee&lt;br /&gt;I've committed a deadly sin&lt;br /&gt;By thinking you cared for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My error, my mistake&lt;br /&gt;I perceived you had a heart&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know my fault&lt;br /&gt;Would tear my life apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is lost&lt;br /&gt;And my life is close to gone&lt;br /&gt;Too late for me to know&lt;br /&gt;You were the devil's spawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I was so foolish&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I was so dumb&lt;br /&gt;You're rubbing salt in my wounds&lt;br /&gt;And yet my body still feels numb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-5929165490525980971?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5929165490525980971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=5929165490525980971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/5929165490525980971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/5929165490525980971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-rubbing-salt-in-my-wounds.html' title='You&apos;re rubbing salt in my wounds'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-8612595304985449330</id><published>2008-12-07T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:08:11.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Had Enough Now</title><content type='html'>I can not sleep again,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes constantly weep,&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling into myself,&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of getting in too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slipping in the edge,&lt;br /&gt;Strongly ready to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Just to let go,&lt;br /&gt;And turn my back on it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drowning in bad memories,&lt;br /&gt;So sick of crying inside,&lt;br /&gt;I have just had enough now,&lt;br /&gt;My corner is eroding away where I hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is dying slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Wasting all away,&lt;br /&gt;I am slipping further,&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning out like a flame,&lt;br /&gt;Into a dark solitary place,&lt;br /&gt;Losing my undignified fight,&lt;br /&gt;As my tears fall down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie back,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I can not breathe,&lt;br /&gt;All I want in life,&lt;br /&gt;Is to quickly leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can not stand this,&lt;br /&gt;Can not cope with this anymore,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is badly broken,&lt;br /&gt;Scattered across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being fixed,&lt;br /&gt;Pieces can never be but back together,&lt;br /&gt;It is too late, I can not be helped,&lt;br /&gt;This is me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather walk away from here,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be dead,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was never born,&lt;br /&gt;And to the happy place I wish I could be lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am gonna let go now,&lt;br /&gt;And finally say good bye,&lt;br /&gt;Because I have finally had enough,&lt;br /&gt;And I no longer wanna cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-8612595304985449330?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8612595304985449330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=8612595304985449330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/8612595304985449330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/8612595304985449330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-had-enough-now.html' title='I&apos;ve Had Enough Now'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-8102271177088058317</id><published>2007-02-22T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:11:26.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been in love!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Horrible  isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your  heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up  all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt  you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders  into your stupid life...&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your  life isn't your own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats  you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we  should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your  heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Not just in the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Not just in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a  soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate love.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-8102271177088058317?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8102271177088058317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=8102271177088058317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/8102271177088058317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/8102271177088058317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-ever-been-in-love.html' title='Have you ever been in love!!!!'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-117099899986067630</id><published>2007-02-08T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:19:16.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How should one react when used like a toilet paper. Something one remembers when in need and after its over just dump it.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know whether they really need you or use you just because you are there. People change and make a mockery of your self respect.&lt;br /&gt;People show sympathy but then do things that had caused the pain in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;But then people also change..people who profess to stand by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confused is what I am....Really!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-117099899986067630?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/117099899986067630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=117099899986067630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the world&lt;br /&gt;for they will forget you&lt;br /&gt;I love to be loved&lt;br /&gt;but i hate to exist&lt;br /&gt;Time will cease&lt;br /&gt;and others will forget who they are&lt;br /&gt;and what they have done to those around them&lt;br /&gt;It will hurt and it can only be endured by a certain amount of time...&lt;br /&gt;before someone will break and die inside&lt;br /&gt;These things don't really exist, but can be seen by those being abused&lt;br /&gt;This pain is not a loving world&lt;br /&gt;This pain has to be endured and fought till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make a difference in how you feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-115930298659160764?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115930298659160764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=115930298659160764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/115930298659160764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/115930298659160764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-115498833796654596</id><published>2006-08-07T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:07:34.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days to go !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-115498833796654596?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115498833796654596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=115498833796654596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/115498833796654596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/115498833796654596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/7-days-to-go.html' title='7 Days to go !!!!'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-115335820563069077</id><published>2006-07-19T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:16:45.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful In My Eyes</title><content type='html'>You're my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;In this crazy world&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I've tried to find&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a pearl&lt;br /&gt;You're my Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;You're my rainbow skies&lt;br /&gt;And my only prayer is that you realize...&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will turn&lt;br /&gt;And the seasons will change&lt;br /&gt;And all the lessons we will learn&lt;br /&gt;Will be beautiful and strange&lt;br /&gt;We'll have our fill of tears&lt;br /&gt;Our share of sighs&lt;br /&gt;My only prayer is that you realize...&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always beBeautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the passing years will show&lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow&lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are lines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;From a lifetime of smiles&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes to embrace&lt;br /&gt;For one long last while&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh about&lt;br /&gt;How time really flies&lt;br /&gt;We won't say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Cause' true love never dies...&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;div 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Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-115335799660009317</id><published>2006-07-19T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:13:16.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Knows</title><content type='html'>She's always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;From the time I wake up 'til I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;She's everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;She's all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though she's so far away&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;And even now she's gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still holding on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep tellin' me&lt;br /&gt;That if you really love her&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta set her free&lt;br /&gt;And if she returns in kind&lt;br /&gt;I'll know she's mine&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breakin' my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I live in despair&lt;br /&gt;'Cause wide awake or dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I know she's never there&lt;br /&gt;And all this time I act so brave&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-115335799660009317?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115335799660009317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=115335799660009317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/115335799660009317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/115335799660009317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2006/07/heaven-knows.html' title='Heaven Knows'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-115170577022889272</id><published>2006-06-30T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:16:10.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creature of Social Habit</title><content type='html'>For a creature of such social habit&lt;br /&gt;I must be the loneliest soul in the Universe&lt;br /&gt;The sheer thickness of my address book&lt;br /&gt;Should be indicative of my alleged loveability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I’ve collected many along the way&lt;br /&gt;-either by choice or design –&lt;br /&gt;but not many have stopped by to collect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always hidden away from view&lt;br /&gt;Always surrounded myself with as many faces as I can&lt;br /&gt;So as to be unnoticed untouched&lt;br /&gt;But utterly unclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many shiny stars on my life’s sky&lt;br /&gt;But there is no moon at night&lt;br /&gt;And no sun to beat down and give light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just many miscellaneous faces and twinkles&lt;br /&gt;For me to throw myself up against&lt;br /&gt;In the very vain hope that some glitterdust&lt;br /&gt;Will rub off and shine from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the only light in this dark room&lt;br /&gt;Is the end of my umpteenth cigarette&lt;br /&gt;As it glows and fade&lt;br /&gt;Glows and fades&lt;br /&gt;Glows and fades&lt;br /&gt;But never quite shines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-115170577022889272?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-12191877.post-114754261976243301</id><published>2006-05-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T10:50:19.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You See</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me what do you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you look into my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What secrets are uncovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you look into my soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you see joy and laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From memories of family and friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or do you experience my loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of dearest friends who've moved on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are my secret fears exposed - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those that I have so carefully hidden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or do I have it all together - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Nothing could e'er rock her boat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you feel the heat of the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pain of melting and reshaping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or is there beauty unspeakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Springing from untarnished love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you see the innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The little child in me that still plays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or is that all covered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buried 'neath time, tests and age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much is masked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the face I wear each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when you look deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Through the windows of my soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me, what is it that you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-114754261976243301?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114754261976243301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=114754261976243301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/114754261976243301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/114754261976243301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-do-you-see.html' title='What Do You See'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-114666787421743256</id><published>2006-05-03T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:51:14.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See How Easy it is to make a Woman Happy!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is not difficult to make a woman happy.   A man only needs to be: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A friend &lt;br /&gt;2. A companion &lt;br /&gt;3. A lover &lt;br /&gt;4. A brother &lt;br /&gt;5. A father &lt;br /&gt;6. A master &lt;br /&gt;7. A chef &lt;br /&gt;8. An electrician &lt;br /&gt;9. A carpenter &lt;br /&gt;10. A plumber &lt;br /&gt;11. A mechanic &lt;br /&gt;12. A decorator &lt;br /&gt;13. A stylist&lt;br /&gt;14. A sexologist&lt;br /&gt;15. A gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;16. A psychologist&lt;br /&gt;17. A pest exterminator&lt;br /&gt;18. A psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;19. A healer&lt;br /&gt;20. A good listener&lt;br /&gt;21. An organizer&lt;br /&gt;22. A good father&lt;br /&gt;23. Very clean&lt;br /&gt;24. Sympathetic &lt;br /&gt;25. Athletic &lt;br /&gt;26. Warm&lt;br /&gt;27. Attentive&lt;br /&gt;28. Gallant &lt;br /&gt;29. Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;30. Funny&lt;br /&gt;31. Creative &lt;br /&gt;32. Tender&lt;br /&gt;33. Strong &lt;br /&gt;34. Understanding&lt;br /&gt;35. Tolerant &lt;br /&gt;36. Prudent &lt;br /&gt;37. Ambitious &lt;br /&gt;38. Capable &lt;br /&gt;39. Courageous&lt;br /&gt;40. Determined&lt;br /&gt;41. True&lt;br /&gt;42. Dependable&lt;br /&gt;43. Passionate&lt;br /&gt;44. Compassionate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:&lt;br /&gt;45. Give her compliments regularly&lt;br /&gt;46. Love shopping &lt;br /&gt;47. Be honest &lt;br /&gt;48. Be very rich &lt;br /&gt;49. Not stress her out &lt;br /&gt;50. Not look at other girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;br /&gt;51. Give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself&lt;br /&gt;52. Give her lots of time, especially time for herself &lt;br /&gt;53. Give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT: &lt;br /&gt;54. Never to forget:  * birthdays * anniversaries * arrangements she makes, even if she never tells you that she made them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show up naked&lt;br /&gt;Bring food&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-114666787421743256?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114666787421743256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=114666787421743256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/114666787421743256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/114666787421743256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/see-how-easy-it-is-to-make-woman-happy.html' title='See How Easy it is to make a Woman Happy!!!!'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-114157300092925232</id><published>2006-03-05T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T07:49:30.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inzamam’s interview after Pakistan’s loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One man who entertains wen cricket matches r over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rameez: So Inzy, disappointed with your performance today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inzy: Bismilla-e-rehman-e-rahim. Thank you allah.ya the indian batsman is play very good today. we is try very hard but is not win the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rameez: Any words for Dhoni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inzy: Ya dhoni is play very well. He is hit his shot very hard in our gaps. In start, we is protect our gaps very well. the grass is also thick.. but dhoni is split our gaps with his bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rameez: Another ordinary bowling performance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inzy: Ya our balls is loose. the bowler is went for many run. Asif is bowled well. Also, after some shots the ball is out of shape. umpire is not give another ball.. it is tough to play with one ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rameez: Dropped catches.. did that prove costly?Inzy: ya the ball is not stick to our hands. we is practice a lot sticking our bat in our hands.. but now we is more practice sticking balls in our hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rameez: Any plans for the next match?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inzy: ya India is on top but we is try to bounce on our back. Insha allah we is play better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rameez: All the best Inzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inzy: Thank is you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-114157300092925232?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114157300092925232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=114157300092925232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/114157300092925232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/114157300092925232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2006/03/inzamams-interview-after-pakistans.html' title='Inzamam’s interview after Pakistan’s loss'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-113980012143728455</id><published>2006-02-12T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:22:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why its Great to be a Guy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Some reasons that it's great to be a guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Movie nudity is virtually always female. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;A 5-day vacation requires only one suitcase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't have to monitor your friends sex lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Your bathroom lines are 80% shorter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can open all your own jars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Old friends don't give a crap whether you've lost or gained weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dry cleaners and haircutters don't rob you blind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;When clicking through the channels, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;you don't have to stall at every picture, of somebody crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;All your orgasms are real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't have to lug a bag of useless stuff around everywhere you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can go to the bathroom without a support group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Your last name stays put. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can leave the hotel bed unmade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nobody secretly wonders whether you swallow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sex means never worrying about your reputation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Wedding plans take care of themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If someone forgets to invite you to something, he or she can still be your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't have to shave below your neck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;None of your coworkers has the power to make you cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't have to curl up next to a hairy butt every night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If you're 34 and single, nobody even notices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can write your name in the snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Everything on your face gets to stay its original color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chocolate is just another snack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can quietly enjoy a car ride from the passenger's seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Flowers fix everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can wear a white shirt to a water park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Three pairs of shoes is more than enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can eat a banana in a hardware store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nobody stops telling a good dirty joke when you walk into a room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can whip your shirt off on a hot day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You never feel compelled to stop a pal from getting laid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can quietly watch a game with your buddy for hours without ever thinking,"He must be mad at me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The world is your urinal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hot wax never comes near your pubic area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;One mood, all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You never have to drive on to another gas station because this one's just too dirty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can sit with your knees apart no matter what you're wearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gray hair and wrinkles only add character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't have to leave the room to make an emergency crotch adjustment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Wedding dress: Rs.20,000; tuxedo rental: Rs.500. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't care if someone's talking about you behind your back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;With 400 million sperm cells per shot, you could double the Earth's population in 15 tries, at least in theory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't mooch off others' desserts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If you retain water, it's in a canteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The remote control is yours and yours alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;People never glance at your chest when you're talking to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can drop by to see a friend without having to bring a little gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bachelor parties whomp butt over bridal showers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You have a normal and healthy relationship with your mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can buy condoms without the shopkeeper imagining you naked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You needn't pretend you're "freshening up" to go to the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If you don't call your buddy when you say you will, he won't tell yourother friends that you've changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Someday you'll be a dirty old man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can rationalize any behavior with the handy phrase, "screw it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;If another guy shows up at the party in the same outfit, you just might become lifelong buddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Your pals can be trusted to never trap you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"So... notice anything different?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113980012143728455?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113980012143728455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113980012143728455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113980012143728455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113980012143728455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2006/02/reasons-why-its-great-to-be-guy.html' title='Reasons why its Great to be a Guy!!!'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-113862638380630861</id><published>2006-01-30T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T05:06:23.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well Valentine's Day is round the corner.... All the guys and gals wonder what gift to buy for one another...hmmmm.... Too much brain scratching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meri mano to A Simple Kiss is the best gift.... Why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;a) No Evidence...&lt;br /&gt;b) Minimum investment and maximum mileage...&lt;br /&gt;c) Time Saving... (could do better things with your company)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113862638380630861?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113862638380630861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113862638380630861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113862638380630861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113862638380630861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2006/01/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-113779487075058171</id><published>2006-01-20T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:11:11.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Blog............Naaaah</title><content type='html'>After a lot of deliberation have decided not to put up a picture blog.........&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys...&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are something very personal so I will keep them to myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113779487075058171?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113779487075058171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113779487075058171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113779487075058171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113779487075058171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2006/01/picture-blognaaaah.html' title='Picture Blog............Naaaah'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-113471336501904230</id><published>2005-12-15T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:09:25.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I have so much of Vella time on my hand and my blog guru and suggested that I too start a picture blog. I need some name for this Picture blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So guys any suggestions please.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113471336501904230?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113471336501904230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113471336501904230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113471336501904230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113471336501904230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-blog.html' title='Picture Blog'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-113447240986069653</id><published>2005-12-13T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T03:13:29.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Secrets Girls Have To Know About Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this interesting stuff on a message board. Great reading!&lt;a id="more-2797"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys don’t actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br /&gt;3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;4. When a guy says he doesn’t understand you, it simply means you’re not thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;5. “Are you doing something?” or “Have you eaten already?” are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;7. When a guy really likes you, he’ll disregard all your bad characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys go crazy over a girl’s smile.&lt;br /&gt;9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl’s attention.&lt;br /&gt;10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can’t. And they sure have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking!&lt;br /&gt;13. Guys cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;14. Don’t provoke(irritate) the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.&lt;br /&gt;16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;br /&gt;17. When you touch a guy’s heart, there’s no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;18. Giving a guy a hanging message like “You know what?!..uh…never mind!” would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy makes a prolonged “umm” or makes any excuses when you’re asking him to do you a favor, he’s actually saying that he doesn’t like you and he can’t lay down the card for you.&lt;br /&gt;22. When a girl says “no”, a guy hears it as “try again tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys hate gays!&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;br /&gt;27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn’t mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;28. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;31. Like Eve, girls are guys’ weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;33. It’s good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don’t let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;34. No guy is bad when he is courting.&lt;br /&gt;35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they’re not that much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts.&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;43. Guys virtually brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;45. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys’ fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;47. Girls’ height doesn’t really matter to a guy but her weight does!&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.&lt;br /&gt;50. It’s not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they’ve been together for 3 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he’s too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won’t be matured and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;br /&gt;54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;br /&gt;55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he’s sweating. You’ll probably see that he is nervous.&lt;br /&gt;57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.&lt;br /&gt;58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying,”Please come and listen to me”&lt;br /&gt;59. Guys don’t really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.&lt;br /&gt;61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.&lt;br /&gt;63. Guys believe that there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.*&lt;br /&gt;65. Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.&lt;br /&gt;67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake.&lt;br /&gt;69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;71. A guy’s friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;72. Don’t be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;73. Don’t be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you’ll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.&lt;br /&gt;75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;br /&gt;76. Guys don’t comprehend the statement “Get lost” too well.&lt;br /&gt;77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.&lt;br /&gt;78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;79. Guys don’t care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;br /&gt;80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them,they’ll realize they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He’s just too stubborn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.&lt;br /&gt;83. Guys’ weakest point is at the knee.&lt;br /&gt;84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.&lt;br /&gt;85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;86. When a guy looks at you, either he’s amazed of you or he’s criticizing you.&lt;br /&gt;87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance,give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance,ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at u and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you’re with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.&lt;br /&gt;90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!&lt;br /&gt;92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.&lt;br /&gt;93. When a guy says he can’t sleep if he doesn’t hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;br /&gt;96. Girls are allowed to touch boys’ things. Not their hair!&lt;br /&gt;97. If a guy says you’re beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;98. Guys hate girls who overreact.&lt;br /&gt;99. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113447240986069653?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113447240986069653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113447240986069653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113447240986069653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113447240986069653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/12/99-secrets-girls-have-to-know-about.html' title='99 Secrets Girls Have To Know About Guys'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-113432014968515671</id><published>2005-12-11T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T08:55:49.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I also took the Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e1e1e1" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehehehehehehe!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113432014968515671?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113432014968515671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113432014968515671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113432014968515671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113432014968515671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-also-took-test.html' title='I also took the Test'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-113390223367678832</id><published>2005-12-06T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:04:01.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Got a New Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/DSCS40_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/320/DSCS40_1.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyber-shot® DSC-S40 Digital CameraDSC-S40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/DSCS40_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/320/DSCS40_3.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yipeeee..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you Bro...really wanted it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113390223367678832?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113390223367678832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113390223367678832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113390223367678832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113390223367678832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-got-new-camera.html' title='Me Got a New Camera'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-113280462934877132</id><published>2005-11-23T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:57:09.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn........</title><content type='html'>Its one of those weeks when you feel shitty.&lt;br /&gt;My throat is in real bad shape. &lt;br /&gt;Finally have been forced to keep my mouth shut (Doctor's advice).&lt;br /&gt;But then thats what I do for a living TALK.....&lt;br /&gt;I know one of my dearest friend will be happy that I am keeping my mouth shut for a change..&lt;br /&gt;More when my vocal chords are back in action (which should be by Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113280462934877132?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113280462934877132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113280462934877132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113280462934877132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113280462934877132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn.html' title='Damn........'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-113194395354335354</id><published>2005-11-13T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:52:33.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of late have been asked quite often u still single (though people have been polite in asking my age).&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I am still single ...&lt;br /&gt;Just single not SICK. I am enjoying the ride (though have not been ridden in a while now).&lt;br /&gt;Being single is fun.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attachments&lt;/span&gt; --&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;. Its just that simple.&lt;br /&gt;Why complicate it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113194395354335354?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113194395354335354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113194395354335354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113194395354335354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113194395354335354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/11/being-single.html' title='Being Single'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-113144790988263757</id><published>2005-11-08T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:05:09.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarun's Existing Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeks a close and understanding bond in an atmosphere of shared intimacy, as a protection against anxiety and conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarun's Stress Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes to be independent, unhampered, and free from any limitation or restriction, other than those which he imposes of himself or by his own choice and decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarun's Restrained Characteristics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is preventing him from establishing himself, but he feels he must make the best of things as they are.&lt;br /&gt;Clings to his belief that his hopes and ideas are realistic, but needs encouragement and reassurance. Applies very exacting standards to his choice of a partner and wants guarantees against loss or disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity but restless and inclined to be emotionally withdrawn, which prevents him from becoming deeply involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarun's Desired Objective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preoccupied with things of an intensely exciting nature, whether erotically stimulating or otherwise. Wants to be regarded as an exciting and interesting personality with an altogether charming and impressive influence on others. Uses tactics skillfully so as to avoid endangering his chances of success or undermining others' confidence in himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarun's Actual Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fights against restriction or limitation, and insists on developing freely as a result of his own efforts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113144790988263757?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113144790988263757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113144790988263757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113144790988263757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113144790988263757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/11/color-quiz.html' title='Color Quiz'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-113144699535078672</id><published>2005-11-08T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T02:54:48.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is Babs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Enneagram Test Results  &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black; width: 394px; height: 362px;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 1 &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;  ||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Helpfulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;86%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 3&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt; Image Focus&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;  ||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 4&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 26%&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 5&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;  Detachment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 6&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="30"&gt; 66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type  7&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;  ||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 86%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 8&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;  74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 9&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;Calmness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="30"&gt; 50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Your main type  is &lt;b&gt; 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your variant is &lt;b&gt; sexual&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!-- 2.76 / 5.15 --&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#e7e4e4" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="240"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Main Type&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall  Self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/sxsosp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Personality  Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113144699535078672?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113144699535078672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113144699535078672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113144699535078672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113144699535078672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-it-is-babs.html' title='Here it is Babs'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-113144623141295407</id><published>2005-11-08T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:19:08.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jung Personality Type Test Result - ESFP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extroverted (E) 66.67% &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introverted (I) 33.33%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensing (S) 51.16% &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Intuitive (N) 48.84%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Feeling (F) 61.11% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking (T) 38.89%&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Perceiving (P) 50% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Judging (J) 50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/jung/esfp.html"&gt;ESFP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - "Entertainer". Radiates attractive warmth and optimism. Smooth, witty, charming, clever. Fun to be with. Very generous. 8.5% of the total population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;ESFP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;outgoing, social, group oriented, dislikes science fiction, does not like to be alone, good at getting people to have fun, values relationships and family over intellectual pursuits, open, likes to dance, spontaneous, underachieving, unprepared, emotional, values organized religion, easy to persuade, easy to impress, not analytical, disorganized, prone to crying, likes to be center of attention, happy, trusts others, influenced more by others than self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;favored careers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;public relations manager, school teacher, radio dj, customer service, emt, hair stylist, event coordinator, pediatric nurse, child care worker, makeup artist, personal trainer, public relations, human resources, travel agent, massage therapist, physical therapist, interior decorator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;disfavored careers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;bookstore owner, author, researcher, painter, artist, scientist, philosophy professor, art director, computer programmer, freelance writer, history professor, web developer, paleontologist, book editor, cia agent, aerospace engineer, archeologist, webmaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113144623141295407?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113144623141295407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113144623141295407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113144623141295407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113144623141295407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/11/jung-personality-type-test-result-esfp.html' title='Jung Personality Type Test Result - ESFP'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-113002957269026584</id><published>2005-10-22T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:06:12.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What takes over your soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/Cupidsubber1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/320/Cupidsubber1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's the result of another quiz I took :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love consumes your soul. You care deeply for someone and don't care who knows it. That person has saved you from the sadness that consumed you so they now have all of you. There still lurks a sadness, What would happen if they left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-113002957269026584?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113002957269026584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=113002957269026584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113002957269026584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/113002957269026584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-takes-over-your-soul.html' title='What takes over your soul'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112975025107159877</id><published>2005-10-19T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:30:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/mondaymeme/"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Monday Meme 22 : 2005-10-17 : Make it Count 2&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;1. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;2. What were the last 2 items of clothing you bought?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat Shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;3. What were the last 3 items of clothing you bought?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trousers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;4. What are the last 4 places you drove/rode to?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush's Office, My Office, Gym, Athena, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;5. What are the last 5 web sites you visited?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail, Hotmail, IMDB, DeBeers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SMALL&gt;&lt;I&gt;I was the &lt;B&gt;140th&lt;/B&gt; person to take this week's &lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/mondaymeme/"&gt;Monday Meme!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/SMALL&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112975025107159877?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112975025107159877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112975025107159877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112975025107159877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112975025107159877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-meme-22-2005-10-17-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112974860905741373</id><published>2005-10-19T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:11:58.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Its Been 9 Years</title><content type='html'>Yeah right....&lt;br /&gt;9 years of knowing someone... lemme correct this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real privilage to have a wonderful person as my bestest friend.. Long time I know.&lt;br /&gt;A friend who has made me feel good about myself, who has helped me being a better person. A friend who has stood by me thru thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;A friend who also has been my biggest critic (perhaps the only one to correct me bluntly, at times publicaly and manages to get away with it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you kiddo really do.....&lt;br /&gt;Muuuaaaahhhhh...... God Bless u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112974860905741373?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112974860905741373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112974860905741373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112974860905741373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112974860905741373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-its-been-9-years.html' title='Well Its Been 9 Years'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112797710490575289</id><published>2005-09-28T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:00:01.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Rules for Life . .</title><content type='html'>1. Pursue Achievable Goals &lt;br /&gt;2. Keep a Genuine Smile &lt;br /&gt;3. Share with Others &lt;br /&gt;4. Help Thy Neighbors &lt;br /&gt;5. Maintain a Youthful Spirit &lt;br /&gt;6. Get Along with the Rich, the Poor, the Beautiful, &amp; the Ugly &lt;br /&gt;7. Keep Cool under Pressure &lt;br /&gt;8. Lighten the Atmosphere with Humor &lt;br /&gt;9. Forgive the Annoyance of Others &lt;br /&gt;10. Have a Few Pals &lt;br /&gt;11. Cooperate and Reap Greater Rewards &lt;br /&gt;12. Treasure Every Moment with Your Loved Ones &lt;br /&gt;13. Have High Confidence in Yourself &lt;br /&gt;14. Respect the Disadvantaged&lt;br /&gt;15. Indulge Yourself Occasionally &lt;br /&gt;16. Surf the Net at Leisure &lt;br /&gt;17. Take Calculated Risks &lt;br /&gt;18. Understand "Money Isn't Everything . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add some more if you please......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112797710490575289?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112797710490575289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112797710490575289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112797710490575289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112797710490575289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/09/18-rules-for-life.html' title='18 Rules for Life . .'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112576192777988741</id><published>2005-09-02T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T08:38:47.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friend . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We might not meet, we might not chat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but we would still be friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you better don’t forget that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times would go passing by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;changes would come with you and I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;our lives destiny would shape,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as with time progress we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance would take us away miles &amp; miles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we might not even see each others smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We might not help each other;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but still let not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;our friendship wither..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the moments which we share..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no matter, now you are where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you would then miss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but in your memories I will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic of friendship would call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and I would miss you then thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;together we would be when . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112576192777988741?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112576192777988741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112576192777988741&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112576192777988741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112576192777988741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/09/dear-friend.html' title='Dear Friend . . .'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112557376253773977</id><published>2005-08-27T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:40:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deb's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/deb"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/320/deb%27s%20gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/gang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/320/gang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/gang1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/320/gang1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/320/gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a&gt;It was Deb's Birthday on 27th and he turned 20 something (he's not revealed 20 what till now though)...&lt;br /&gt;So these people decided to chill at my place that evening.. Had a blast.The evening started on a slow note, understandably cause it took these guys nearly 2 hours to reach my house and everyone was exhausted. But then we Wined a little, Dined a little, played pranks, jumped all over the place like little 5 year olds and listened to some good Rock... 80's n 90's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys ROCK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Deb have a wonderful year and life ahead......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like someone said "Its Good to be Alive"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112557376253773977?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112557376253773977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112557376253773977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112557376253773977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112557376253773977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/debs-birthday-party.html' title='Deb&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-112496605849336085</id><published>2005-08-25T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T03:36:25.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Dad..&lt;br /&gt;Missing You&lt;br /&gt;May your soul find peace in heaven above..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112496605849336085?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112496605849336085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112496605849336085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112496605849336085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112496605849336085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112478556860173327</id><published>2005-08-23T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T10:55:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;At home again and that's a record. 2 straight weekends at home yipeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20th Aug&lt;/em&gt;.. Sat at home. Surfed the net, download some quality music, watched The Island and 7 Seconds, Read "The White House Connection - Jack Higgins" (though some people will be surprised) and started another one "Lucianos' Luck" by the same author.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to eat the whole day.. Then in the evening couple of friends from work dropped in just to check on me (felt really nice) ..hehehehe... Had a couple of beers ordered food, good fun. Then finally after they left put on another movie but there was a power failure ehhh..&lt;br /&gt;From 1.00 in the night till 11.00 next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21st Aug&lt;/em&gt;. Woke up on a bad note. Found that some prick had smashed the headlight of my Car (another 2400.00 down the drain). Anyways dragged my ass out of the house. Went to a friend's office for free lunch. Picked up more movies.. Lethal Weapon (all 4), Best of Kevin Costner, Best of Val Kilmer and Best of Nicolas Cage. Came back home had a shower. Another friend from work called in to check on me (and that was really sweet), chatted with her for an hour.Opened another beer, heated leftovers of last night (Microwave zindabad). Watched movies till 3.00AM. Good fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning in a very happy mood(yeah I surprised myself) went to the gym and then back to the grind again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I enjoyed being alone..so in nutshell a very good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112478556860173327?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112478556860173327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112478556860173327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112478556860173327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112478556860173327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112473558527107578</id><published>2005-08-22T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:35:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Monday Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/mondaymeme/"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Monday Meme 14 : 2005-08-22 : Pick Four&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;1. What are your four favorite beverages?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;2. What are your four favorite tv shows?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 70's Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frasier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;3. What are your four favorite desserts?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;4. What are your four favorite hobbies?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub hopping with Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;5. What are your four favorite musicians?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Halen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SMALL&gt;&lt;I&gt;I was the &lt;B&gt;23rd&lt;/B&gt; person to take this week's &lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/mondaymeme/"&gt;Monday Meme!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/SMALL&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112473558527107578?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112473558527107578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112473558527107578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112473558527107578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112473558527107578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-monday-meme.html' title='Another Monday Meme'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112447707389805063</id><published>2005-08-19T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T15:58:41.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This part in life I need help in</title><content type='html'>I am a somewhat dominion person, and there is a perfectly good reason for it. To be dominion is to have control. You fuss over this and fuss over that, in reality, it is all about control. The problem I have is that I hate to lose control, or at least I have no idea what would happen if I lose control. I still do not want to try it for fear of something regrettable that might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am just going through another rough patch of situations. The problem stems from me being dominion among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other things I come to realize is that I am a true blue Cancerian. Sadly, I live by ones and zeroes. It is either all or nothing, my mind/brain seems inadequate to cope with half or less than half or more than half. It is the idea of absoluteness that still governs my behaviour, governs my mind on how I think. Perhaps the reason would be that everything is clearer in black and white and there are less frustrations. But that is not life itself, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my life/state of mind has backtracked to how I was four years ago. No a good progression it seems. What is worse, there are far more regrets that seem to surface after all that has been said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I am heading for a slump in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some issues have been swimming in my head for quite a while. They are confusing me and wearing me down. Kind of wish that life was simpler, but hey, if these things do not come around, no point living, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the whole thing on a positive point of view, let us hope I can gain the benefits and learn the lessons. Nothing is easy, especially as you grow older. Subjecting yourself to change is even more difficult with age. I wish I could adapt as I was younger. Geez… age is catching up, I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray I will not be stubborn like some old geezers I have met, and pray I will be as open-minded as I should be now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112447707389805063?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112447707389805063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112447707389805063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112447707389805063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112447707389805063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-part-in-life-i-need-help-in.html' title='This part in life I need help in'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112423433619482234</id><published>2005-08-16T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:18:56.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer</title><content type='html'>I am a dreamer....&lt;br /&gt;Some people say problem with Dreamers is that they are not doers......&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes a winner is a dreamer who just never quits..... And i am not a quitter....&lt;br /&gt;I am a "Average Joe" but yes I am going to make it through hard work...&lt;br /&gt;Just trust and support me a little thats all I ask for.....&lt;br /&gt; 6 months from now I have to prove to a Buddy "YES I can do it"..... and&lt;br /&gt;in a year to my critics that "I am back".... run for cover!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112423433619482234?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112423433619482234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112423433619482234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112423433619482234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112423433619482234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/dreamer.html' title='Dreamer'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-112413506471836189</id><published>2005-08-15T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:44:24.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day in Office</title><content type='html'>Hi Its My baby's first day at work.&lt;br /&gt;People get ready cause here she comes to dazzle and shine...&lt;br /&gt;Babs all the very best to you n  let the peasants know the Princess is in the house....&lt;br /&gt;Muuuuaaaahhhhhh.........................&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and enjoy yourself at work....&lt;br /&gt;Me there with you all the way always.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112413506471836189?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112413506471836189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112413506471836189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112413506471836189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112413506471836189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-in-office.html' title='First Day in Office'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-112400981856648322</id><published>2005-08-13T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T01:56:58.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much to say tonight ..&lt;br /&gt;but it has lost me.&lt;br /&gt;i think even porn will not do it &lt;em&gt;ce soir&lt;/em&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;sigh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It'll be shit boring to die single and lonely.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112400981856648322?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112400981856648322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112400981856648322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112400981856648322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112400981856648322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-much-to-say-tonight_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112395625050633721</id><published>2005-08-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:26:40.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans, Enthusiam, Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something that often burns my ass is peoples inability to remain firm on their plans. We set something up, plan it out, prep for it, and the day it's going to happen, shit happens.People forget, make alternative accidental plans, forget,busy, anything but what was planned. It's a fuckin sad state of affairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should have been on my way to party tonight, or I thought that was the plan. Should have been fun.. Too bad I decided to drop out or people forgot to check with me. Good for me No money, and lame excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still plan to have as much fun as humanly possible in this meager existance due to a slight lack of funds and of course, abnormally sitting at home. I'm sure someones might just remember the original plan and call or maybe what I thought was the original plan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, out there, catch ya next time….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112395625050633721?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112395625050633721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112395625050633721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112395625050633721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112395625050633721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/plans-enthusiam-energy.html' title='Plans, Enthusiam, Energy'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112395542081705265</id><published>2005-08-13T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:32:56.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding each others differences as unique and allowing each other to make our/their own mistakes and learn from them without forcing change or education and always being open and positive minded towards each others passions/goals/values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're frequently so busy with our self image and "current affairs" that we forget it's up to us to listen intently and find real meaning behind things rather than simple face value interpretation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're a harsh and scrutinizing people who look disdanely on anything that does not measure up to our "standards" and to boot, we don't even educate our people on the laws of our world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're down.. Get the fuck up, grab some friends and make a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn tangents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112395542081705265?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112395542081705265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112395542081705265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112395542081705265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112395542081705265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112395517611893262</id><published>2005-08-13T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:25:51.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The more you try..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The deeper the whole you dig yourself gets... LOL Well, thats how I find myself. I'm sadly never quite up to standards. Not my own, not those of others, and certainly not those of the "masses". I'm nothing more than the sum of my experiences and If you'll listen long enough the parts that are good will surface and cover the ones that aggravate you. If you can tolerate a bit of stumbling on my part you'll find I'm not that bad a guy, I'm just like you, but I've experienced things different and they've shaped my mode of dealing with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't presume to promote myself as anything more than I am at this instant along this chain of thought, during the duration of our interest in communicating openly. I'm not perfect, I'm not even up there in the ranks of those considered apt communicators, but without the action and the self derived energy to continue out into those unexplored realms, I will never be more than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The more I try, the better I get, the more that is pointed out to me along the way, the better I am and understanding and editing myself. I put myself out here, rather than on paper in some bound book on my shelf only my eyes can access, I'd rather exist openly and honestly and make my mistakes and learn from them with the knowledge that I continue to grow with each passing moment I TRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just saddened to think of the failed relationships I've created, people I've befriended who have taken some ill timed or not-too-well interpreted thing I said and grown a disliking to me. I hate losing friends and it's even worse when the reasons behind those losses are unclear, since I cannot remedy my unpointed faults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I fuck up, misquote, mistake or some such, please step up and tell me so. I'll appreciate it more than never learning that some thing I do is aggravating and continueing to evermore do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112395517611893262?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112395517611893262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112395517611893262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112395517611893262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112395517611893262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-you-try.html' title='The more you try..'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112374302095513203</id><published>2005-08-09T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:52:19.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Start To A Day</title><content type='html'>Well working odd hours has really started getting to me now. Sleeping early in the morning and getting up mid day eehhhhh........ not my cup of tea never has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways woke up today and as a ritual logged into MSN and even before it was up got a message from my Baby "Have you seen today's paper". And I was like a floating Zombie just out of bed. I replied in a while sweets have just woken up. And she GO NOW AND SEE.....&lt;br /&gt;So i dragged my butt out and looked for the paper, opened Delhi Times page 2 as was ordered to and there she was with the biggest grin on her face holding a 4 foot beer tube (which of course was half empty). The expression on her face was priceless and I knew having seen the kid with best smiling face ever, today will be a good day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muuuuuuaaaaaaahhhh babs many more page 2's for you&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112374302095513203?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112374302095513203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112374302095513203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112374302095513203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112374302095513203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-start-to-day.html' title='Good Start To A Day'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112356896291843548</id><published>2005-08-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:07:36.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;I guess I had it coming for a long time now really trust me when I say this. I had been warned, requested and at times begged not to drive fast (to be read as like a maniac) by a very close friend (to be read as extended family). I was told by this friend "Listen you are not getting younger, the reflexes are getting slower so take it easy" but Me being typical Delhi walla like an ass always laughed it off saying driving is my passion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;And when I got hit (trust me not my fault..honestly) the whole thing about being the fastest DUDE on the road came crashing down.. This is by far the worst I have been hit in the last 20 years while driving. The only 2 times it happened earlier was in Mumbai...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;The night this happened this same friend wanted to accompany me but I refused, dont know why but I did and have never been more thankful to God for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;In nutshell sweetie this is a honest promise from now on I will behave myself on the road not only when you are there but also when I am alone. I will try and never give you the stress when I am driving back alone ever...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;I really and sincerely apologise for not (infact never) listening to you earlier about the way I drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;Sorry Babs..Will listen to you now on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112356896291843548?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112356896291843548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112356896291843548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112356896291843548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112356896291843548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/wheels-on-fire.html' title='Wheels On Fire'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112280546718235076</id><published>2005-07-31T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T03:24:27.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Time To Be Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/blog1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/400/blog1.JPG" 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/12191877-112280546718235076?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112280546718235076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112280546718235076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112280546718235076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112280546718235076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-time-to-be-alive.html' title='A Good Time To Be Alive'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112276385709958363</id><published>2005-07-30T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T15:50:57.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anatomy of the Male/Female Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/untitled11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/400/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/1600/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8026/1020/400/untitled.jpg" 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/12191877-112276385709958363?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112276385709958363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112276385709958363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112276385709958363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112276385709958363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/anatomy-of-malefemale-brain.html' title='The Anatomy of the Male/Female Brain'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112276299481021611</id><published>2005-07-30T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T15:36:34.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Ways to Say Someone is Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;About as sharp as a marble. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few clowns short of a circus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Not the brightest bulb on the Christmas Tree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few fries short of a Happy Meal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a blueprint for his brain; I'm trying to build an idiot. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An experiment in Artificial Stupidity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He only has one oar in the water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few beers short of a six-pack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dumber than a box of hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few peas short of a casserole.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't have all her cornflakes in one box.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Fruit Loop shy of a full bowl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One taco short of a combination plate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few feathers short of a whole duck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All foam, no beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cheese slid off her cracker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Body by Fisher, brains by Mattel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He fell out of the Stupid tree and hit every branch on the way down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An intellect rivaled only by garden tools. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As smart as bait.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chimney's clogged.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't have all his dogs on one leash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgot to pay his/her brain bill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her sewing machine's out of thread.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His antenna doesn't pick up all the channels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His belt doesn't go through all the loops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If she had another brain, it would be lonely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing a few buttons on his remote control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No grain in the silo.Proof that evolution &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CAN go in reverse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receiver is off the hook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several nuts short of a full pouch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skylight leaks a little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slinky's kinked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surfing in Nebraska.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strong like bear... Smart like tractor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too much yardage between the goal posts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lights are on, but nobody's home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has an IQ of 2, and it takes 3 to grunt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warning: Objects in mirror are dumber than they appear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't know much, but leads the league in nostril hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24 cents short of a quarter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The wheel's spinning, but the hamster's dead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112276299481021611?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112276299481021611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112276299481021611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112276299481021611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112276299481021611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/creative-ways-to-say-someone-is-stupid.html' title='Creative Ways to Say Someone is Stupid'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112274859263343652</id><published>2005-07-30T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:36:32.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men Know About Women</title><content type='html'>10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ATTENTION... if you don't get it, seek help fast :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112274859263343652?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112274859263343652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112274859263343652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112274859263343652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112274859263343652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-men-know-about-women.html' title='What Men Know About Women'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112272016652487934</id><published>2005-07-30T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T03:57:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As someone Intelligent Said " another pointless meme"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Meme 10 : 2005-07-25 : List Three&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. List three things on your desk:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My Zippo, Cellphone, Car keys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. List three things you are wearing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Watch, Perfume, Ring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. List the last 3 things you ate:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Brain, Dhokla and Soya Chops&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. List the last 3 people you touched:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Rush, Ana, Ms Cannot remember her name (at work)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. List three things you'd love to own:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ferrari Spider360, Beach Bar, Angelina Jolie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was the &lt;b&gt;442nd&lt;/b&gt; person to take this week's &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Monday&lt;/a&gt; Meme!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112272016652487934?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112272016652487934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112272016652487934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112272016652487934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112272016652487934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/as-someone-intelligent-said-another.html' title='As someone Intelligent Said &quot; another pointless meme&quot;'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112228615455717126</id><published>2005-07-25T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T03:09:14.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally Birthday Parties are over (for a while though). Went on a nice vacation , had fun... Came back to some more parties and drinking sessions...Phew!!!!!! and now back to work (sigh!!). What to do !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112228615455717126?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112228615455717126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112228615455717126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112228615455717126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112228615455717126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/phew.html' title='Phew!!!!!!'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112162057358306809</id><published>2005-07-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T10:19:21.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>Well my bestest friend does not want me to go into quiet of the night and wants me to keep blogging.....&lt;br /&gt;So here I am babs,  back again as promised......&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya endless....&lt;br /&gt;You mean a lot to me and I mean it.....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112162057358306809?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112162057358306809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112162057358306809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112162057358306809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112162057358306809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-112085443435513706</id><published>2005-07-08T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T13:27:14.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Road</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is it. No more Blogging for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for visiting my blog, really appreciate it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-112085443435513706?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112085443435513706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=112085443435513706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112085443435513706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/112085443435513706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/end-of-road.html' title='End of Road'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-111994422010355789</id><published>2005-06-28T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:41:42.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass Show</title><content type='html'>A priest wanted to raise money for his church and on being told that there was a fortune in horse racing, decided to purchase one and enter it in the races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However at the local auction, the going price for horses was so high that he ended up buying a donkey (also called an ass) instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He figured that since he had it, he might as well go ahead and enter it in the races. To his surprise, the donkey came in third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the local paper carried this headline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRIEST'S ASS SHOWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and this time it won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRIEST'S ASS OUT IN FRONT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the priest not to enter the donkey in another race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper headline read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BISHOP SCRATCHES PRIEST'S ASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the priest to get rid of the donkey. The priest decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper headline the next day read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day the headline read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey, lead it to the plains where it could run wild and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, the headline in the paper read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop was buried the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111994422010355789?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111994422010355789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111994422010355789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111994422010355789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111994422010355789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/ass-show.html' title='Ass Show'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111987275699333025</id><published>2005-06-27T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T05:32:46.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrimonial Ads !! Anyone interested</title><content type='html'>These are actual ads on a matrimony site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grammar and spell errors have no place in a profile description as everything is straight from the heart!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Disclaimer : I am not responsible if you forget your basic grammar after reading this mail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello To Viewvers My Name is Sowmya , I am single i dont have male, If any one whant to marrie to me u can visite to my home. I am not a good education but i working all field in bangalroe.. if u like me u welcome to my heart...when ever u whant to meet pls viset my resident or send u letter.. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;yours&lt;br /&gt;Regards Sowmya&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want very simple boy. from brahmin educated family from orissa state she is also know about RAMAYAN, GEETA BHAGABATA, and other homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Homework?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants a man who knows me better and can adjust with me forever. he may never create any difficulties in my life or his life by which the entire life can run smoothly. thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The principle of running life smoothly was never so easy!)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he should be good looking and should have a service. he Shoulsd have one brother and one sister. he should be educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ain't it unique !! 1 brother 1 sister criteria !)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! am a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Enjoys every moments of life. I love to make friendship. Becauese friendship is a first step of love. I amlooking for my dreamboy who will love me more than i. Because i love myself a lot. If u think that is u then why to late come on ........hold my hand forever !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The dilwale dulhaniya effect)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am simple girl.I have lot ofproblemin mylife because ofmylucknow I amlooking oneboyhe caremeandloveme lot lot lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know why but this is one of my favorites)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband should be as 'Shiva' as in Kahani Ghar Ghar Ki and as Tanwerr as in KSBKBT......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok I haven't seen these soaps but I am sure she must be demanding too much,ain't he?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a boy with no drinks if he wants he can wear jeans in house but while steping out of house he should give recpect to our cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by not wearing his jeans? Wat the hell...)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A GOOD LOKING GIRL,WHO HAS THE CAPABILITY TO MAKE ANY BODY TO&lt;br /&gt;LOUGH.I BELIEVE IN GOD AND ACCORDING TO ME FRIENDS ARE THE REAL MESSENGER OF GOD. THE 3 THINGS I AM LOOKING FROM A BOY ,THEY ARE 1.THEY MUST BELIEVE IN GOD.2. THEY HAVE TO LIKE MY PROFFESION AND THEY SHOULD NOT GET BORED WITH ME WHEN I WILL TRY TO MAKE THEM LOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(all of us are loughing{laughing})&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever he may be but he should feel that he is going to be someone groom and he must think of the future life if he is toolike this he would bde called the man of the lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am clueless, I feel so lost. Can anyone tell me what this girl wants?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my patner i marriage the patner ok i search my patner and i love the patner ok thik hai the patner has a graduate ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am again clueless but I liked the use of "ok". The person is suffering from "Ok-syndrome")&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI IAM VERY COOL NUATHER OK MY HOBBY IS SEE T.V AND NEWS OK I HAVE 1 CAR AND 1 BONWL OK MY MOTHER ALSO GOOD OK MY FARUET WORLD IS OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the "ok syndrome" again)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iam pranati my family histoy my two brother two sister and fater&amp;amp;mother sister complity marred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(somebody please explain in comments section how to get married 'completely'?)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iam very simpel and hanest. i have three sister one brother and parent. I am doing postal sarvice and tailor master my original resdence at kalahandi diste naw iam staing at rayagada dist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(actually what is this girl doing? Postal service or tailor.??)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is farhanbegum and i am unmarried. pleaes you marrige me pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes(height of desperation! J )~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iwant one boy who love me or my mother. he love me heartly or he havea frank he's skin colour 'normal'not a black or not a whitey. IThink the main think is heart if your heart is beautiful then you are beautiful. But iam not a handsome girl or not a good looking. but my Mom say that Iam a good girl. My father already expired . iam ''AEKLAUTA''. THE CHOICE IS YOUR.bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uttama purishinin)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iam kanandevi. i do owo businas.one sistar.he was marred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No comments)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM LITTLE FAIR INDIAN COLOUR. I DON'T HAVE ANY HABIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maybe the poor guy meant BAD habits)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a good charactarised woman. i want to run my life happily.i divorced my first husband.his charactor is not good'. i expect the goodminded and clean habits boy who may be in the same caste or other caste accepted ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but credit cards not accepted..???)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colour is black,but my heart is white.i like social service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zebra..???)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking out for who lives in bombay, boy simple who trust me lot should be roman catholic, LOVE ME ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now that criterion is a must, isn't it?)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be married on jan-2005. working man perferable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this girl has fixed the marriage date too! But she is yet to find a bridegroom. I wish her best of luck on behalf of all of us. I am sure she will get one soon.)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like a beautyfull boy. and i do not want his any treasure. because boy is the maharaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now he is going to be a lucky boy! Any takers?)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssc failed three times and worked with privated ltd company which not paying salary at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Any takers again?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111987275699333025?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111987275699333025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111987275699333025&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111987275699333025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111987275699333025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/matrimonial-ads-anyone-interested.html' title='Matrimonial Ads !! Anyone interested'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111927916253842549</id><published>2005-06-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T07:52:42.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41869331@N00/20474932/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/20474932_8a98670c03.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41869331@N00/20474932/"&gt;Neha&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/41869331@N00/"&gt;Diyababy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	So here is my cousin with her hubby dear.... &lt;br /&gt;They got married recently and have moved to Australia...&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful life together...&lt;br /&gt;Muuuaaaaahhhhh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111927916253842549?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111927916253842549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111927916253842549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111927916253842549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111927916253842549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-family.html' title='Happy Family'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111899837221019277</id><published>2005-06-17T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:52:52.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blues…..</title><content type='html'>Starting June 20th there are seven friends whose birthdays are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;A close associate, my boss, 2 colleagues, another boss and a very dear friend..&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a pretty hectic schedule for the next 3 weeks…&lt;br /&gt;Well the nightmare is actually deciding all the gifts for all these wonderful people. I’m generally pretty good..(or so I’ve been told!) at picking out Birthday gifts,&lt;br /&gt;it’s the last one that has me stumped! This friend is very special and her birthday gift gives me nightmares…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys please suggest something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space for more news of the partying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111899837221019277?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111899837221019277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111899837221019277&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111899837221019277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111899837221019277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues…..'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111897197938239251</id><published>2005-06-16T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T18:32:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for a Sinkable Soul</title><content type='html'>I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;Girl even though you're right here by my side&lt;br /&gt;Cause lately it seems&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us is growing too wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if your heart's not in it for real&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try to fake what you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;If love's already gone&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would give the whole world for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything you ask of me I'd do&lt;br /&gt;But I won't ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather walk away&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;But baby sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You're just saying the words&lt;br /&gt;If you've got something to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;Let it be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'll make it easy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could take us back in time&lt;br /&gt;But it's gone too far now we can't rewind (And there's nothing that I can do To stop me losing you)&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you change your mind (If your heart's not in it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111897197938239251?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111897197938239251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111897197938239251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111897197938239251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111897197938239251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/song-for-sinkable-soul.html' title='Song for a Sinkable Soul'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111874490199380257</id><published>2005-06-14T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T03:28:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I wanna do in my life (starting this month)</title><content type='html'>1.      Live passionately&lt;br /&gt;2.      Visit the French Riviera&lt;br /&gt;3.      Make art&lt;br /&gt;4.      To live instead of exist&lt;br /&gt;5.      Fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;6.      Get laid (and pronto)&lt;br /&gt;7.      Become a crash test dummy&lt;br /&gt;8.      Own a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;9.      Live in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;10.  Make a statement on principle&lt;br /&gt;11.  Use my superpowers for good&lt;br /&gt;12.  Get superpowers!&lt;br /&gt;13.  Become a kung fu master. &lt;br /&gt;14.  Move to New York &lt;br /&gt;15.  Write something. Anything. Sentence. Paragraph. Short Story. Novel. Epic. Anything. &lt;br /&gt;16.  Never succumb to blackmail&lt;br /&gt;17.  Become King of the Moon &lt;br /&gt;18.  Be a guitar player &lt;br /&gt;19.  Find a job that exploits my talents to the fullest and pays me my worth. &lt;br /&gt;20.  Annoy more people &lt;br /&gt;21.  Kiss in the rain &lt;br /&gt;22.  Go bald&lt;br /&gt;23.  Learn how to throw knives.&lt;br /&gt;24.  Soak myself in a Bathtub at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;25.  Think of things to put in my list&lt;br /&gt;26.  Write a screenplay&lt;br /&gt;27.  Have better posture&lt;br /&gt;28.  Spend less time fooling around on the net and more time actually working&lt;br /&gt;29.  Exercise regularly&lt;br /&gt;30.  Own a Fish tank with Piranhas in it&lt;br /&gt;31.  Stop Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;32.  Be assertive about my feelings&lt;br /&gt;33.  Have more discipline in my life&lt;br /&gt;34.  Worry Less&lt;br /&gt;35.  Be more Sociable&lt;br /&gt;36.  Accept the things I cannot change or control&lt;br /&gt;37.  Get a Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;38.  Have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;39.  Live on a uninhabited island (Blue Lagoon kinds)&lt;br /&gt;40.  Improve my self-image.&lt;br /&gt;41.  Laugh. A lot. Genuinely&lt;br /&gt;42.  Make a list of books to read and then read them&lt;br /&gt;43.  Get over “it”…whatever “it” may be at the time&lt;br /&gt;44.  Become less enraged at instances of stupidity&lt;br /&gt;45.  Make sure people I love know it (seems like problem area)&lt;br /&gt;46.  Identify 100 things that make me happy (apart from money)&lt;br /&gt;47.  Swim with Stingrays&lt;br /&gt;48.  Read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;49.  Not worry about what others think of me&lt;br /&gt;50.  Believe&lt;br /&gt;51.  Flirt with a stranger (of the opposite sex, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;52.  Make a trilogy of my Life&lt;br /&gt;53.  Lead a life exciting enough to make a trilogy of!&lt;br /&gt;54.  Have an out of body experience&lt;br /&gt;55.  Make people think&lt;br /&gt;56.  Have a live in relationship&lt;br /&gt;57.  Travel more&lt;br /&gt;58.  Read modern library’s 100 best books of 20th Century&lt;br /&gt;59.  Get adopted by Hugh M Hefner&lt;br /&gt;60.  Go on a long Road Trip with my friends with no predetermined destination&lt;br /&gt;61.  Be a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;62.  Be more decisive&lt;br /&gt;63.  Buy a Honda Fireblade&lt;br /&gt;64.  Figure out what to do next&lt;br /&gt;65.  Get a divorce (this is priority # 1)&lt;br /&gt;66.  Make time for myself&lt;br /&gt;67.  Eat healthier&lt;br /&gt;68.  Lose 20Kgs by June12th 2006 (or else I lose a someone precious)&lt;br /&gt;69.  Fall in love with someone who loves me as much I do&lt;br /&gt;70.  Achieve total transcendental enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;71.  Stop Smoking&lt;br /&gt;72.  Deal with my anxiety&lt;br /&gt;73.  Be less Introverted&lt;br /&gt;74.  Go Bungee jumping (..do they make bungee cords that strong?)&lt;br /&gt;75.  Go back to first love: Mixing Music&lt;br /&gt;76.  Declutter my life&lt;br /&gt;77.  Work because I love to not because I have to&lt;br /&gt;78.  Never stop learning&lt;br /&gt;79.  Never apologize for who I am&lt;br /&gt;80.  Make new friends&lt;br /&gt;81.   Accentuate the positive, deemphasize the negative&lt;br /&gt;82.   Be much more persuasive&lt;br /&gt;83.  Be more eloquent!&lt;br /&gt;84.  Have kids of my own someday and be the best father I can!&lt;br /&gt;85.  Be a positive role model&lt;br /&gt;86.  Keep the faith!&lt;br /&gt;87.  Be the best uncle my niece could wish for..&lt;br /&gt;88.  Learn to Tango!&lt;br /&gt;89.  Find someone to Tango with…&lt;br /&gt;90.  Learn a new language.&lt;br /&gt;91.  Fly!&lt;br /&gt;92.  Communicate with animals…(the four legged variety..:P)&lt;br /&gt;93.  Have X-ray vision..(hehehehehheee)&lt;br /&gt;94.  Be open to change&lt;br /&gt;95.  Accept my past for what it is and be more optimistic about my future.&lt;br /&gt;96.  Be an excellent judge of character&lt;br /&gt;97.  Be in Goa for New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;98.  Drive a Formula 1 car.&lt;br /&gt;99.  Sky dive.&lt;br /&gt;100.Be able to change everything about me on this list and accept what I can’t change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111874490199380257?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111874490199380257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111874490199380257&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111874490199380257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111874490199380257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-i-wanna-do-in-my-life-starting.html' title='Things I wanna do in my life (starting this month)'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111821655404402984</id><published>2005-06-08T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:42:49.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MS Knowledge Base - the funny titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://support.microsoft.com/default.aspx?scid=fh;EN-US;KBHOWTO"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Microsoft Knowledge Base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; has a wealth of useful information. But some of it is hidden behind titles that could have had a little more thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How to Work with More Than 64,000 Children Per Parent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: Who Can I Send Suggestions To?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Error Message: Your Password Must Be at Least 18770 Characters and Cannot Repeat Any of Your Previous 30689 Passwords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security Administrator Tool causes high memory use in WUSER32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Randomly Plays Classical Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Much Does Pregnancy and Child Care Cost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111821655404402984?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111821655404402984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111821655404402984&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111821655404402984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111821655404402984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/ms-knowledge-base-funny-titles.html' title='MS Knowledge Base - the funny titles'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111812155345436490</id><published>2005-06-06T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:19:13.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna</title><content type='html'>wanna leave footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;an handprints in the cement&lt;br /&gt;don’t wanna hurt anything&lt;br /&gt;I just want the world to know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna roll down grass hills&lt;br /&gt;then lay staring at the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live my life a queen&lt;br /&gt;an give no reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spend too much time complaining&lt;br /&gt;about life&lt;br /&gt;instead a livin’ it out&lt;br /&gt;so much time analyzing&lt;br /&gt;everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;that’s not the way I wanna go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;to a lonely stranger passing by&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat chocolate late at night&lt;br /&gt;give lots of unsolicited advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep the light of day&lt;br /&gt;I wanna prowl the night to play&lt;br /&gt;but most of all…&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live my life with my heart&lt;br /&gt;and not my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spend too much time complaining&lt;br /&gt;about lifeinstead a livin’ it out&lt;br /&gt;so much time analyzing&lt;br /&gt;everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;that’s not the way I wanna go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111812155345436490?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111812155345436490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111812155345436490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111812155345436490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111812155345436490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wanna.html' title='I Wanna'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-111803357248385111</id><published>2005-06-05T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:23:29.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Rooney of 60 Minutes Fame  said on "60 Minutes" a few weeks back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.&lt;br /&gt;I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE?&lt;br /&gt;I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.&lt;br /&gt;When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the&lt;br /&gt;population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of Probability.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English.&lt;br /&gt;My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.&lt;br /&gt;I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business.&lt;br /&gt;We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their interpretations.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.&lt;br /&gt;I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them.&lt;br /&gt;I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries!&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great&lt;br /&gt;grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't like my point of view, tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DON'T PASS IT ON!!&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/12191877-111803357248385111?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111803357248385111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111803357248385111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111803357248385111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111803357248385111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/andy-rooney-of-60-minutes-fame-said-on.html' title='Andy Rooney of 60 Minutes Fame  said on &quot;60 Minutes&quot; a few weeks back'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111801664561890336</id><published>2005-06-05T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:12:48.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Globalization.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: What is the trust definition of Globalization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Princess Diana's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel,driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky, followed closely by Italian Paparazzi, on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines.This is sent to you by Indian, using Bill Gates 's technology,and you're probably reading this on your computer, that use Taiwanese chips, and a Korean monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by Pakistan lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by Mexican illegals.....That, my friend, is Globalization................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111801664561890336?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111801664561890336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111801664561890336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111801664561890336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111801664561890336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/globalization.html' title='Globalization.......'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-111775618300997735</id><published>2005-06-02T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:49:43.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Oxford Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here readers were asked to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing only one letter, and supply a new definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Here are this year's winners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Intaxication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you  realize it was your money to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reintarnation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bozone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:  The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The ozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foreploy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Any misrepresentation about yourself  for the purpose of getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cashtration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Giraffiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarchasm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Inoculatte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: To take coffee intravenously when you're running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hipatitis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Terminal coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Osteopornosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A degenerate's disease.(This one got extra credit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karmageddon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right?  And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.(so sayeth the Valley girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decafalon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Glibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: All talk and no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dopeler Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arachnoleptic Fit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beelzebug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the pick of the literature: (sirens,bells,drum roll..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ignoranus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111775618300997735?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111775618300997735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111775618300997735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111775618300997735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111775618300997735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-oxford-updates.html' title='New Oxford Updates'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111769661256166496</id><published>2005-06-02T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:24:36.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview by Nish pish</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked Nish Pish to interview me so she asked me five questions... Here it goes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. In your next rebirth what animal would you like to come back as&lt;br /&gt;A. Dog (reason : Can be a pet, guardian and a lover ehhh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you wrote an autobiography, what would you call it?&lt;br /&gt;A. "101 concubines : The story of a sexually exploited man" siiiiigh! if only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the biggest lie you have ever told (no specifics, so nobody gets hurt)?&lt;br /&gt;A. Telling my Ex that I was at work whereas actually I was with her sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Angelina Jolie or Salma Hayek? Why?&lt;br /&gt;A. Angelina Jolie....Those Lips, Those Eyes....Those hmmmm.... and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If there was a fire and there are only three things you could take (not&lt;br /&gt;counting your mother or any other family - they are all safe) what would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;A. I'll pick up my Ciggis (incl Zippos) My Car Keys and Daaru (as alcohol is combustible i wouldn't want to add to the damage to the house.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111769661256166496?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111769661256166496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111769661256166496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111769661256166496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111769661256166496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/interview-by-nish-pish.html' title='Interview by Nish pish'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-111752907771107564</id><published>2005-05-31T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:44:37.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday at Ego’s</title><content type='html'>So now my second family decided that we should dine out. So picked Mee and Vee and had couple of drinks in the car with the understanding that we’ll wine a little, dine a little. Had a skirmish with a cop on the way. Reached Ego’s at 11.00pm sharp. Ordered a round of drinks…then another….then another…then another and then last round with the drinks….. Uhhhhh! .Finished dinner and it was 2.00AM. Had to get back to work at 6.00 so decided not to go home and stay with a friend instead. Got up at 6.15AM and zipped to the office (not before staining my white shirt with perfume). Left office at 12.30 in the night after working for nearly 18 hrs reached home and crashed&lt;br /&gt;Still have not recovered BTW…..&lt;br /&gt;But love you guys …U rock!!&lt;br /&gt;More later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111752907771107564?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111752907771107564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111752907771107564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111752907771107564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111752907771107564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-at-egos.html' title='Sunday at Ego’s'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111752899713113392</id><published>2005-05-30T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:43:46.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Whining</title><content type='html'>Time to write about hazards of going for a wedding in the family&lt;br /&gt;And that too in a city like Jalandhar in Punjab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a lot of thought as to whether I should drive all the way or take a train (there’s no airport BTW)but good sense prevailed and the train won, which is great cos it actually gave me the opportunity to finish The Da Vinci Code (borrowed from Chotu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the station with no one to actually get us, which was great &lt;br /&gt;(Not!!) and with the temperature touching a staggering 43Deg at that! Anyways reached the Shaadi ka Ghar and went straight for the Sagan. The moment I entered the hall (which was thankfully air-conditioned..) I missed something desperately…. my sun glasses. The variety of colour that people choose to wear in Punjab on occasions such as these are amazing ….. would put any good tropical forest to shame. The greens and purples, and black worn with white jewelry wow…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that’s how it happens there. The wedding was ok and had a huge gathering.. approx 3000 people (not exaggerating cos my uncle is a political biggie of sorts.. ). The Daaru was flowing (daaru read as Whisky only).  The scene at the bar was nothing short of pandemonium. Like the crowds at the ration shops after a particularly bad flood. Talk about priorities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So attended the wedding and could hardly sleep during those 2 days took a train back to home sweet home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111752899713113392?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111752899713113392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111752899713113392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111752899713113392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111752899713113392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/05/wedding-whining.html' title='Wedding Whining'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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-12191877.post-111702489032814391</id><published>2005-05-25T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:38:22.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book meme...(get off my back now Baccha!)</title><content type='html'>Since Rush won't talk to me anymore i figure it's easiest to get this over with. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Books I own :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(incl the ones lent) 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Book I Bought :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Harder They Fall - Gary Stromberg and Jane Merrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The heady, drug-induced decades of the sixties and seventies provide&lt;br /&gt;the backdrop for this all-star account of addiction and recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently reading :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(for the past 2 weeks )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code : Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (borrowed form Rush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5 Books that I Liked a Lot :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(books don’t inspire me, women do)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not one for fiction unless its an all out, fast paced thriller. Mostly non-fiction and accounts of people’s lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Air Frame : Michael Crichton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : The story of a Trans Atlantic Flight that crashed due to turbulence but later the findings proved and it was due to an errant pilot who had forgotten to open the flaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicken Soup for the Unsinkable Soul : Jack Canefield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : This book is about people who have persevered despite the toughest obstacles, including a man who conquered multiple sclerosis through diet and will, the blind mountain climber who didn’t let his handicap stop him from scaling the highest peaks, or the single mother who refused to let the amputation of all four limbs stand in the way of being both a loving mother and a successful career woman. Inspiring, though it tends to get a little preachy. Still one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Born To Lose : Bill Lee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : The true story of one man’s forty-year&lt;br /&gt;struggle with compulsive gambling and his hard-won recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lateral Thinking : Edward DiBono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : A comprehensive psychological study of people in corporate environment. (yea i'm one of Those geeks. we have a club and a secret password and everything!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gin Drinkers : Saagrika Bose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : A girl comes back to Delhi after&lt;br /&gt;doing her Masters in good ‘ol US of A. Old premise but well written. Her relationships with her mother, friends father all come under the microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Business @ Speed of Thought : Bill Gates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : The book is about how business and technology are now inextricably linked. (refer to earlier paraphrasing...the geek bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People i'd like to see writing this meme :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Naah. This was hard enough. Don't intend to make my friends suffer this at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111702489032814391?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111702489032814391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111702489032814391&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111702489032814391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111702489032814391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/05/book-memeget-off-my-back-now-baccha.html' title='Book meme...(get off my back now Baccha!)'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-111451406224770557</id><published>2005-04-26T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T04:14:22.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;S</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41869331@N00/10842197/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10842197_d329f1a44b.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41869331@N00/10842197/"&gt;d&amp;amp;s&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/41869331@N00/"&gt;Diyababy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Daaru &amp; Suttas at Kasbah!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12191877-111451406224770557?l=wannalivemylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111451406224770557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12191877&amp;postID=111451406224770557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111451406224770557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12191877/posts/default/111451406224770557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannalivemylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/ds_26.html' title='D&amp;S'/><author><name>Naked Street</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866722918736547232</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12191877.post-112280882463159753</id><published>2002-07-31T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T04:20:24.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fart Chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silent But Deadly (SBD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FartThe type that remains totally inaudible, yet somehow causes all the occupants of a room to collapse. Can smell like anything, nasal investigators rarely have time to distinguish an odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eggy Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells very much like rotten eggs (or Hydrogen Sulphide). A powerful odor which tends to put people off lunch. Often rips out in the fashion of a Bunbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Windy Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sort of fart which goes 'Whoosh', and is more felt than heard. A little like an SBD, but louder and considerably less toxic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growling Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happens deep within the rectum (and therefore has no smell). Somehow never meets the light of day. Tends to growl like a dog at the vets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worrying Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind which seems to be a fart right up to the point at which you release it. At this stage matters become less sure, as it feels too solid for comfort. You go to the bathroom and check your underpants at the next possible opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prelude To A Poopie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you have got a large beefy one, but out comes a tiny squeaker fart, and the head of something massive. You tense your buttocks fast, lest you give birth to the brown equivalent of a zeppelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compost Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the compost heap that a gardener keeps at the bottom of the garden? Well if you jump on it you will have some idea of what a compost fart sounds and smells like.  Do not attempt this one while you have company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beefy One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds loud, and butch eg.  'BRAAAAMMPPP!'. Will smell a bit like the rotting offspring of a B.S.E infected cow and a dog turd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Present (a.k.a 'Time I Wasn't Here' Fart)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of fart which seems harmless, but then brings a small poopie as a housewarming gift.  You shuffle off to the toilet, and thank God you weren't in a business meeting when it happened. If you were in a business meeting of course, you're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Squeaky Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like 'Wheeek'. Normally smells foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bunbuster Fart'BRAAA!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a Beefy one, except much more sudden and much much more powerful.  Generally smells eggy or beefy. Leaves your bum smarting. You really feel these babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouser Ripping Special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sends seismic ripples to the next city. Rips the back of your pants. This fart genuinely hurts, and you can still feel it 20 minutes later. Anyone sitting nearby at the time will suffer hearing loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escape Pod Fart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you got away with this one.  You forced it out as silently as possible, and nobody heard. You take deep sniffs through your nose, as discreetly as possible. You smell nothing but your deodorant. Then 30 seconds later, as if released from a stasis field, everyone starts to cough and splutter. You point to the person next to you and try to look innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brewer Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to push a brewer fart the last furlong, but it stays firmly lodged deep within your bowels. You come to the conclusion that it is some form of gaseous landmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sphinctal Napalm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tends to occur a few hours after a hot curry. Nevermind the smell, worry about the burning sensation and the nasty stain you know it must have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stalker Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occurs when you leave the room to politely fart elsewhere, and save people the trouble of breathing your flatulent devils breath. You go back into the room, but LO! The foul nasal bombardment has followed you, and you are duly criticised for poor manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On The Spot Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't even know it was there, but suddenly 'Brrmp'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not Now! (a.k.a Anal Control Fart)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel the presence of a mighty fart, and are unable to release it due to your situation.  Happens on first dates, at important meetings, and on other such inexcusable occasions. You clench your buttocks together so hard that you nearly give yourself a stroke, and wait for the pressure to subside. Success depends on a number of factors, but Sods law tends to win out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hydrated Flatulation (a.k.a Wet Fart)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original wet fart, which leaves a mark on your pants, and gives you a cold wet sticky sensation when you walk. You might not like this little bugger, but you feel right at home with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GNL Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambled 'n' lost.  You take a gamble that it's going to be a fart and stay where you are, but realize tragically that this is much more than a fart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Underwater Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often done in the bath, or while swimming.  Sounds like the engine of a nuclear sub. Can be smelt on rising to the surface, and experienced windbreakers will often catch the fart in an upturned jam jar, in order to set light to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gunshot Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunshot farts sound just like a gunshot.  They are exceedingly rare. In fact they are so rare that most people don't know they even exist. One report continues: "I have only witnessed one gunshot fart myself, my own, and almost scared the poop out of my girlfriend who was lying asleep beside me at the time. She thought it was a gunshot, and it was so named." A few others have refered to these rare creatures, so proving their existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tandem Fart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandem Farts are the worst smelling and longest lasting farts ever to be recorded. They are so named since they are the only fart that is detectable by the nose on a Tandem bicycle (bicycle built for two) as it is being pedaled. A tandem fart occurs when the captain of the bike farts and the stoker smells it. As you can imagine, the fart must be extremely strong to compete with the wind and to get to the stoker's nose. 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