<?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-4971248808335382567</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:53:38.243+06:00</updated><category term='SeEpInG bAcK'/><title type='text'>fuzZy shaDe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzyshade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971248808335382567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzyshade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fuzzy shade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476139438330672951</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971248808335382567.post-2368901971936621060</id><published>2007-05-18T14:20:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:14:46.871+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Friday on the Roll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting up early to move my car to make way for someone else car really pissed me off. I was there in my warm bed and suddenly I was awakened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;by this strong disturbing force telling me to do what I should I have done the previous night itself. Why does the 'nights' always feel so good.. with all the freedom to do anything. We just get lost during the night sometimes; unleashing ourselves. Feeling invincible. But its the mornings that I hate the most. Especially when you don't have the liberty to just lie there and continue with your beautiful sleep. I drag myself out of the body. Initially my body denies what I say and that happens almost every time. Should I be happy that another Friday has finally arrived or should I be sad about the days coming in so fast. It never hits us but as the days pass by, we take it like a droplet that drips.. ultimately filling up the bucket. I guess thats how i differentiate an optimist and a pessimist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;It was another lazy sunny afternoon today. The rain did not show its presence anywhere around the atmosphere. Sometimes I am grateful that I have a window besides my work place. I see my colleagues stuffed in a corner and thats when the realization dawns. Its been a drag at the workplace lately. I feel like I am slowly turning myself into a vegetable. All the energy... slowly seeping back into the body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day&lt;br /&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.&lt;br /&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.&lt;br /&gt;You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.&lt;br /&gt;No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking&lt;br /&gt;Racing around to come up behind you again.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,&lt;br /&gt;Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.&lt;br /&gt;Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way&lt;br /&gt;The time is gone, the song is over,&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd something more to say."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971248808335382567-2368901971936621060?l=fuzzyshade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzyshade.blogspot.com/feeds/2368901971936621060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971248808335382567&amp;postID=2368901971936621060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971248808335382567/posts/default/2368901971936621060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971248808335382567/posts/default/2368901971936621060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzyshade.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-friday-on-roll.html' title='Another Friday on the Roll!'/><author><name>fuzzy shade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476139438330672951</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-4971248808335382567.post-6811254845312539046</id><published>2007-05-17T15:27:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:16:57.412+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SeEpInG bAcK'/><title type='text'>a day within a day within a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5W7FPo7ITLE/RkwtYk0rdjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xFOs0dxbluw/s1600-h/06317_87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065473581109704242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5W7FPo7ITLE/RkwtYk0rdjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xFOs0dxbluw/s320/06317_87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been a while since I have realised that I am actually on this roller coaster ride of life. Everything has been going accordingly and somehow I guess we tend to take life for granted when that happens. It has never been my thing to take anything for granted but you cant help feeling the same. Everyday is turning out to be the replica of the days gone by. Its like climbimg a ladder which is circular in shape. Thats what one of my friends said to me this afternoon. The climb has never been so easy and the ride has never been so smooth. The rat race that follows is even worse. It gets worser everyday. As the movement of the money gets faster and faster, the economy gets better and better. People start going crazier and crazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything around that we know seems to be made up by men. The development has been so intense that we start living with it throughout our lives. Take an example of 'time' itself. Some dude in the past must have come up with this concept of time, date and year. Here we are... thousands of years away and we are still with this 'time'. Take away time for an instance and what do we have... what the hell do you think we are doing in this space with no time, no date, no year. The same goes for everything. Even our names! What are we without our family given names, our clothes and our very own body? The emptiness and the futility of everything! The end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971248808335382567-6811254845312539046?l=fuzzyshade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzyshade.blogspot.com/feeds/6811254845312539046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971248808335382567&amp;postID=6811254845312539046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971248808335382567/posts/default/6811254845312539046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971248808335382567/posts/default/6811254845312539046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzyshade.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-within-day-within-day.html' title='a day within a day within a day'/><author><name>fuzzy shade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09476139438330672951</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5W7FPo7ITLE/RkwtYk0rdjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xFOs0dxbluw/s72-c/06317_87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
