<?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-4181432101406223303</id><updated>2012-02-07T12:34:31.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Richard Aka Not Exactly Perfect</title><subtitle type='html'>L I F E . AS . IT . IS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-7694125138828487120</id><published>2012-01-17T00:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:02:49.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Royal Enfield Motorcycle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2vasyJXHdM/TxR56l9pfAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U-fDQ42HzNQ/s1600/15012012209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2vasyJXHdM/TxR56l9pfAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U-fDQ42HzNQ/s400/15012012209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698313476060576770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my royal Enfield mini bullet 200cc two stroke!! a very rare babe! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-7694125138828487120?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/7694125138828487120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=7694125138828487120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/7694125138828487120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/7694125138828487120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-bike.html' title='My Royal Enfield Motorcycle!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2vasyJXHdM/TxR56l9pfAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/U-fDQ42HzNQ/s72-c/15012012209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-4790115501358301345</id><published>2012-01-14T13:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:12:00.371+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm :(</title><content type='html'>Nothing really to say its been quite long since posted something!! life is pretty uneventful except for a few things &lt;br /&gt;1.i passed!! :):)&lt;br /&gt;2.started a restoration project of my bike! :)&lt;br /&gt;3.no Internet connection :(&lt;br /&gt;4.total lack of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;5.i would rather prefer desperation to this situation :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-4790115501358301345?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/4790115501358301345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=4790115501358301345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4790115501358301345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4790115501358301345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2012/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm :('/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-8132347043478259696</id><published>2011-07-27T23:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:29:42.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NE_u8x1vhe0/TjBR5Qa6AKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/X_egI9zoJKQ/s1600/beautiful-shasta-daisy-flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NE_u8x1vhe0/TjBR5Qa6AKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/X_egI9zoJKQ/s400/beautiful-shasta-daisy-flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634093177942704290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a flower that everyone called a weed&lt;br /&gt;i watered this flower.because there was affection for it and a strange need.&lt;br /&gt;it took time and yes there were up's n downs&lt;br /&gt;the world always used my flower and ensure its sweet smile always remain a frown&lt;br /&gt;but today my flower is with me, and i whisper into its ears&lt;br /&gt;my sweet flower you have blossomed, i will love and protect you throughout the years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-8132347043478259696?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/8132347043478259696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=8132347043478259696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/8132347043478259696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/8132347043478259696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2011/07/flower.html' title='Flower'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NE_u8x1vhe0/TjBR5Qa6AKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/X_egI9zoJKQ/s72-c/beautiful-shasta-daisy-flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-3494652688703313444</id><published>2011-07-19T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:49:15.822+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUEUdCbUb8Y/TiVaFIr9BZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NbnZWivtMDk/s1600/warhol-car-crash-green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUEUdCbUb8Y/TiVaFIr9BZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NbnZWivtMDk/s400/warhol-car-crash-green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631005953374356882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at school a girl was asked to a party by a boy she had liked for years. Of course, saying yes she headed home happily. The girl asked her parents if she could go out that night but was turned down. Her parents were going out to eat for their anniversary and didn't want her to go. Besides, they reasoned, you don't even know this boy very well. The girl agreed sullenly and went to her room. Calling her friend, she made plans to pretend to spend the night there while really going to the party. Her friend agreed and the girl tricked her parents into letting her stay with her close friend. Saying goodbye to her parents the girl left to her friends house where she told the boy to pick her up. The boy arrived on time and they left for the party. The girl felt so excited to be with the boy that she liked, that at first she didn't mind that he was drinking. Soon, even she had consumed alcohol and was feeling good about coming. Waviing goodbye they both piled into the car, with the boy driving. As they drove, he kept on swerving and increasing the speed. You're going to fast! she complained giggling a bit. Suddenly the boy crossed a red light and crashed into a car that was turning in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later the girl woke up in the hospital. Looking around she spotted a nurse sitting in the corner. The nurse smiled and asked how she was feeling. The girl could only nod her head before quickly asking what had happened. The nurse lowered her eyes as she explained that her crush had survived but the people in the other car had died. The girl felt tears welling up in her eyes as she thought about their families. As they began to fall down her face the girl pleaded for the nurse to tell the deceased's families how sorry she was. Looking at the girl with anguished eyes, the nurse turned her head away and quickly got up. Please! the girl cried out. Tell them I'm so sorry! Nodding her head once the nurse fled from the room, hiding the tears that were already streaming donw her own two cheeks. How could she be the one to tell the girl, that the people who died that night, that were in the other car were her parents returning home from the restaraunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every day we make choices, and every night we must sleep with the consequences of those choices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was claimed to be a true story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-3494652688703313444?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/3494652688703313444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=3494652688703313444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3494652688703313444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3494652688703313444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-day-at-school-girl-was-asked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUEUdCbUb8Y/TiVaFIr9BZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NbnZWivtMDk/s72-c/warhol-car-crash-green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-5089512335894758522</id><published>2011-07-07T23:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:42:20.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I forgot to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;that wit me you must be true..&lt;br /&gt;i regret this mistake&lt;br /&gt;that's now making me blue..&lt;br /&gt;well soon i really wont care n find many new..&lt;br /&gt;so f@#k you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-5089512335894758522?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/5089512335894758522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=5089512335894758522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/5089512335894758522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/5089512335894758522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2011/07/sorry-i-forgot-to-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-3757901917581509386</id><published>2011-05-22T00:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:39:24.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'>great write up by unknown writer!</title><content type='html'>9 Things I Hate About Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who point at their wrist asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their a** to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn Right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film, "did ya see that?" No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"... Didn't give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What the hell??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!!! What can you do thats longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?" If the bus came, would I be standing here???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-3757901917581509386?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/3757901917581509386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=3757901917581509386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3757901917581509386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3757901917581509386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2011/05/great-write-up-by-unknown-writer.html' title='great write up by unknown writer!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-5099211192522344145</id><published>2011-03-22T22:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:29:00.939+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If ill ever leave this world alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKwJ21O8Xt8/TYjVLYlq9JI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cm-2SgVLQ_Y/s1600/2633772161_a1b56ca22d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKwJ21O8Xt8/TYjVLYlq9JI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cm-2SgVLQ_Y/s400/2633772161_a1b56ca22d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586949729308832914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;id take all the sadness left behind&lt;br /&gt;id change all the bad deeds done to good&lt;br /&gt;and make human love the way they should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;id repay our solders sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;id give the dead a brand new life &lt;br /&gt;and kill the bad who deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;id do all i want,all i did describe&lt;br /&gt;id change the world to please my sight&lt;br /&gt;but i cant have this pride &lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;i know ill never leave this world alive :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-5099211192522344145?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/5099211192522344145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=5099211192522344145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/5099211192522344145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/5099211192522344145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-ill-ever-leave-this-world-alive.html' title='If ill ever leave this world alive'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKwJ21O8Xt8/TYjVLYlq9JI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cm-2SgVLQ_Y/s72-c/2633772161_a1b56ca22d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-2375010286082908063</id><published>2011-03-22T22:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:13:10.709+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You And Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4RXR4h1xfk/TYjRSGr9I7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Z4kmpESXv7E/s1600/smilie2zw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4RXR4h1xfk/TYjRSGr9I7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Z4kmpESXv7E/s400/smilie2zw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586945446715925426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can make you feel high,&lt;br /&gt;they can make you feel low.&lt;br /&gt;But only you can decide,&lt;br /&gt;Which way you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they may hurt your body,&lt;br /&gt;they may hurt your mind.&lt;br /&gt;But only you can,limit their abilities.&lt;br /&gt;at any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can cause drama,&lt;br /&gt;and they can cause a scene.&lt;br /&gt;But only you can create,a reputation.&lt;br /&gt;that's only what to all will be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they may make you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;they may make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;But only you can make,&lt;br /&gt;Decisions in life.&lt;br /&gt;while all they do is try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'm trying to say,&lt;br /&gt;that when you live day to day.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live by what people say,&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to have their way&lt;br /&gt;live by what you want to do..&lt;br /&gt;be happy not blue..&lt;br /&gt;get rid of those who aint true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-2375010286082908063?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/2375010286082908063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=2375010286082908063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-48911851139308825</id><published>2011-01-31T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:50:32.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday unlucky day...9 in the nite unlucky time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-48911851139308825?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/48911851139308825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=48911851139308825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/48911851139308825'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-2311750308493167219?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/2311750308493167219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=2311750308493167219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2311750308493167219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2311750308493167219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2011/01/need-to-get-income.html' title='Need to get an income'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-3779182903658507388</id><published>2010-07-26T00:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:03:49.605+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rich A-hole's Mercedes benz  wrecked..</title><content type='html'>well che che and i were parked in poonam chambers..a Mercedes  was in front.. the owner of the Mercedes came and wanted us to remove our car..i told him "sir there is a lot of space in front you can easily get your car out from there" but he yelled "gaddie hata" and now the a-hole has smashed his imported car's lights, thanks to some Desi stones..my self respect just couldn't let me leave him that easily..too bad you yelled...never mess with a persons ego a-hole..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-3779182903658507388?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/3779182903658507388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=3779182903658507388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3779182903658507388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3779182903658507388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2010/07/rich-holes-mercedes-benz-wrecked.html' title='Rich A-hole&apos;s Mercedes benz  wrecked..'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-1996844052666961381</id><published>2010-07-26T00:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:45:22.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cursed places!!</title><content type='html'>well today we namely aniket,his fiance vivika,and ajay bhai set out for a long unplanned drive ,weather was good,road even better,music groovy and the mood happy,while i was driving aimlessly,and every one else enjoying the ride,vivika thought of a location she had visited on the same route..and the best part is she said that theirs a lake there too!!(yieppy) and after taking a detour off the highway and after about a half hour drive into the greenery we reached the spot and it was better than promised!!the pond the she told about was there and a small temple was attached to it...ajay,and i went to scan the scenery and when we were back aniket an vivika were all scandalized vivika said to deleted the pics we had of this place in our mobile..and start the car and get out of the place as soon as possible..and i did so..later on she said that they spoke to the old farmer who was sitting near the pond while his buffalo bathed.he told them that even the villagers never go near the pond..moreover some of vivika's friends had visited the place and now one of them is apparently dead,while the others were facing tough times it was like visiting the place had negatively impacted all of their lives..well and now even we have visited the place too..fingers crossed!(no conclusions)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-1996844052666961381?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/1996844052666961381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=1996844052666961381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/1996844052666961381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/1996844052666961381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2010/07/cursed-places.html' title='Cursed places!!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-4343153852205393592</id><published>2010-06-28T22:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:10:20.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dj Richard</title><content type='html'>Um getting deeper and deeper into it..after really long have i found something i really can keep glued to and learn while enjoying...after doing production for years am now getting to the live too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-8835462031940222196</id><published>2010-06-17T16:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:02:46.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got the love i cried about but lost it again...Ive failed in studies my bike is wrecked music flow these day's too wasted one whole year.i am really not me anymore this all seems like a beginning of a new phase that isint very good..never been so depressed ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-8835462031940222196?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-6117882579132822222</id><published>2010-02-08T00:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:46:33.907+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please never ever show care and affection that you really dont mean..people are better off without it than the false notion of it..i guess i was always alone,still am, and always will be..i got to get used to being happy with just the materialistic things in life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-6117882579132822222?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/6117882579132822222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=6117882579132822222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/6117882579132822222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/6117882579132822222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2010/02/please-never-ever-show-care-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-4951319649176498403</id><published>2010-01-19T01:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:08:13.449+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being so damn emotional sucks...rejection ain't my cup of tea....this was really the fist time i lost control over my words and actually said what i really mean....i don't care in what way or with who you are as long as your happy...will miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-4951319649176498403?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/4951319649176498403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=4951319649176498403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4951319649176498403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4951319649176498403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-so-damn-emotional-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-2326542428603729905</id><published>2010-01-09T02:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:24:08.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where am i heading ?? what am i doing?(poem)</title><content type='html'>Into the phase again &lt;br /&gt;where people needed the most don't know their worth&lt;br /&gt;purposeless pleasures experienced&lt;br /&gt;are making goals more far tougher to unearth&lt;br /&gt;its not good neither is it bad &lt;br /&gt;the fear of rejection holding me back &lt;br /&gt;yes keeping small trouble's at bay it is&lt;br /&gt;but the bigger predators are hiding within&lt;br /&gt;getting out of this phase has clue's none&lt;br /&gt;all ventures been so pointless&lt;br /&gt;too hard to complete too important to shun &lt;br /&gt;as i go along carrying this false feeling of fun&lt;br /&gt;all i do is for nothing &lt;br /&gt;and nothing is all i have done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri-chu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-2326542428603729905?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/2326542428603729905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=2326542428603729905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2326542428603729905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2326542428603729905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-am-i-heading-what-am-i-doingpoem.html' title='Where am i heading ?? what am i doing?(poem)'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-1678146502729865133</id><published>2009-11-01T10:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:17:27.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Am a Student!</title><content type='html'>And OMG i almost forgot that...i dont remember the last time i held a book in my hand...there are a lot of test's that i have no idea of...will have to try and get down to some reading..or kiss graduation goodby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-1678146502729865133?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/1678146502729865133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=1678146502729865133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/1678146502729865133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/1678146502729865133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-student.html' title='I Am a Student!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-997992588065059895</id><published>2009-09-14T22:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:26:15.017+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Magical Word's</title><content type='html'>There is something magical about certain words.some make you feel good or proud,happy,angry etc..its mostly psycological thingy..but it really seems magical..today while i was wiping my car an unknown girl came up to me and asked to help her change a flat tyre.. even though i was already super exausted.at the time i did it irratatedly(Male Ego)..by the end i had got greese on my hands and dust on my tee..swear words were going through my head..and i wished i had said no..but after it was done.when i got to a hear a genuine "thank you"..i realised that a little dirt didnt really matter..my tiredness  eased off a lot..and it just made me feel like a good person...Ill try to use "Please" "Sorry" and "Thank you" etc a lot more someday the magic may make some other kid like me feel real good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-997992588065059895?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/997992588065059895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=997992588065059895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/997992588065059895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/997992588065059895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/09/magical-words.html' title='Magical Word&apos;s'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-4520444871057572028</id><published>2009-09-04T20:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:11:46.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Please Copyright Me!</title><content type='html'>don no what the hell is wrong with people..i don't like to be selfish but its getting out of hand..Mann i am a worthless piece of crap load who couldn't even scratch my own behind with perfection..and you still copy me?..i mean Ther's a gazillion better people in the world...its become so much often these days that i don't even mention it...but its poking from withing...my social networking about me was stolen a million places...my way of photography,my favourite artists,my riding style,my hair,even my vocabulary..copied time and again...and showed off right in front of me...The rs nothing that can be done..but i just feel a bit better now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-4520444871057572028?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/4520444871057572028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=4520444871057572028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4520444871057572028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4520444871057572028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/09/please-copyright-me.html' title='Please Copyright Me!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-6920589402008667206</id><published>2009-07-14T00:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:38:44.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Noctum No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SluGLYbKZuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nWEp57BYIdg/s1600-h/dark+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SluGLYbKZuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nWEp57BYIdg/s400/dark+road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358023711780398818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah letting too much of my Gothic side lose these days its getting a bit hard to suppress it...hate admitting it Cuz its too complicated to explain and even tougher to understand(so please don't bother asking)..from the time my ear phones went kaput my lone meditating walks in the woods are none..resulting in me getting extremely blunt and irritable(very non-richu conduct)..hope i find a good pair of earphones soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-6920589402008667206?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/6920589402008667206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=6920589402008667206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/6920589402008667206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/6920589402008667206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/07/carpe-noctum-no-more.html' title='Carpe Noctum No More'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SluGLYbKZuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nWEp57BYIdg/s72-c/dark+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-5796555969130207266</id><published>2009-07-08T11:35:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:56:46.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally On Four Wheels!!</title><content type='html'>Life on four wheels is a different i must say....i am a die hard motorcycle enthusiasts  love riding fast and crazy...but in a car things have changed. its more about comfort than speed acceleration and cornering..its about getting there in comfort not exactly quick..but i am happy and i love my car a lot..and intend to give it all the care that my bike's receive...my carriage an Maruti 800cc 40HP machine..it isn't something to boast about. but it smooth and comfortable,(all i need)..Ive still got to get some things done up..IE a better stereo,a bit of a touch up paint job..etc...pic's comming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-5796555969130207266?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/5796555969130207266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=5796555969130207266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/5796555969130207266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/5796555969130207266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-on-four-wheels.html' title='Finally On Four Wheels!!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-3435828947243992546</id><published>2009-06-11T17:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:51:25.251+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Result!</title><content type='html'>Welll the very contversial result is out..and i have passed suprisingly well..god is very  good to you sometimes.i give the almighty all the credit...cause i never really studied...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-3435828947243992546?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/3435828947243992546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=3435828947243992546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3435828947243992546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3435828947243992546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/06/result.html' title='The Result!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-4706833963387655857</id><published>2009-06-11T17:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:47:49.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pox</title><content type='html'>Am home with chicken pox and it aint as bad as expected well will be up and running sonner than expected...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-4706833963387655857?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/4706833963387655857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=4706833963387655857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4706833963387655857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4706833963387655857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/06/chicken-pox.html' title='Chicken Pox'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-6912566723668467969</id><published>2009-04-28T12:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:28:31.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>back to my hometown</title><content type='html'>just came back form my uncle n aunts joint wedding at Kalyan(my hometown)..it was a Lotta fun..i spent half of my childhood there..i got to meet some of my cousins and relatives after many years..its so  wonderful how people look different with time.. Kalyan(near Bombay) is a great place the weather is cool and there is a different feels to every thing life is more fast paced as compared to here.. in all it was a wonderful experience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-6912566723668467969?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/6912566723668467969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=6912566723668467969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/6912566723668467969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/6912566723668467969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-my-hometown.html' title='back to my hometown'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-4432736011823422590</id><published>2009-03-22T12:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:25:37.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am going out for very long walk's in the evennig's. Just like that. I love to do that at times...and am going to start doing it a lot more often, All by myself.with my trustee mp3 player and some good tunes. After having a great evening with friends yesterday, the walk seemed to be asking me to appreciate Mother Nature for a while. The air was cool. I like the feel of cool air. I decided to walk to the park nearby. As I switched to the footpath from the  roads , I spotted an old  ford coming from the other side.my eye's glued onto it. it drove  past me  but something made me turn around and take a second look. Just felt like taking a second look at the beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-4432736011823422590?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/4432736011823422590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=4432736011823422590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4432736011823422590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4432736011823422590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-going-out-for-very-long-walks-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-2822418653773043665</id><published>2009-03-17T15:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:59:51.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have to limit using this stupid piece of shit for one hour a day..yup thats it just one hour a day(internet bills)..i dont care anyways...but i cant imagine not logging on to my biking community website and checking out the daily and sometimes hourly updates..my exams results are gonna be out in a few months i pretty much know how's it gonna be..and i even know  the reactions i can expect...i just cant understand why these guys cant get it..i cant remember thats it..not that i dont study, not that i dont care for your valuable "almighty" money,its just that i cant remember figures and methods that have little or no relation to the practical world..does it have to be so complicated..if this time things go as i expect...and  i get those stupid sarkastic comments again...someones getting hurt maybe even me..cant take this any longer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-2822418653773043665?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/2822418653773043665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=2822418653773043665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2822418653773043665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2822418653773043665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-to-limit-using-this-stupid-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-5976835461673443334</id><published>2009-03-08T13:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:36:00.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Start of my Holidays</title><content type='html'>my holidays have finally started...but i seem to be spending much more time at home on the computer than expected..i am going to do a complete reshedule tommrrow..&lt;br /&gt;i need to take out more time to do some of the things that ive long waited for...these things include &lt;br /&gt;1)getting into shape(looking at your tummy in the mirroe isint exactly a fun thing)&lt;br /&gt;2)a face lift for my bike..(ive always wanted to do it but never could find the time and money)&lt;br /&gt;3)learn to play the guitar(a donkey brays better tahan my guitar sounds)&lt;br /&gt;4)buying a new cell ph(really need an upgrade)&lt;br /&gt;5)find some guys to get a band into motion(my long and incomplete dream)&lt;br /&gt;6)get in touch with all my old long lost buddy's&lt;br /&gt;7)persude dad to buy a car&lt;br /&gt;8)learn to yodle(isint yodling soo cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how these holidays turn out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-5976835461673443334?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/5976835461673443334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=5976835461673443334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SbN5oJ0vyOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BJ-WszJrIyw/s1600-h/free_gasoline_prices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SbN5oJ0vyOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BJ-WszJrIyw/s320/free_gasoline_prices.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310722116338829538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always feels good to know/have something that no one else has(evil grin)...ever wondered what speed,power,xtra premium, all performance fuels from big Indian brands contain?...weeks of research online and a few calculations have given me a rough idea..no i didn't find out whats in these fuels..but Ive make something better  never really liked chemistry...but i love bikes.....well i have developed my littel homemade formula that gives a clear performance,smoothness gains in petrol bikes and cars and even a slight improvement in fuel effency...well, its of course a top secrete(evil grin again)...but i could gave a free sample...so far Ive tested it in and santro,pulsar,,activa,rx100(in two stroke's its a bit different)..Hope it to test it on more veacles...the formula is a mix of various additives in Small quantities..and it seems to be safe too..but i can find out the true results only after few more months testing..i just hope and pray my friends bike dosent explode or something(he will kill me if that happens)...anyways that's the worst case scenario..wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-396230288807734687?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/396230288807734687/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SbN5oJ0vyOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BJ-WszJrIyw/s72-c/free_gasoline_prices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-747576724640110635</id><published>2009-03-07T10:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:34:54.035+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>ive finished my exams ...which ive got only 50% chance of clearing :(...its funny when you dont have much to do, and a lot of time to waste..during my exams i was like i am gonna do this and that during the holydays..but its not quite feeling like the holidays.i never really expected to cry on the last day of the exams...these holidays are very different,after this holidays are over everything is going to be uncertain and new...all my near and very dear buddy's are going to go their own ways..and i have to choose one of mine,fend for myself...weather we meet often or not i wll always remember you guys..am already starting to miss them and the days of college...hope this phase develops into something good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-747576724640110635?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/747576724640110635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=747576724640110635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/747576724640110635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/747576724640110635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-2382445101840590671</id><published>2008-12-30T21:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:22:46.817+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Santa's List</title><content type='html'>my sister made her list and got almost everything mentioned in it...i on the other hand didnt get anything..its not in my nature to ask for something but this list thing is really crappy..regret not writing one and asking for a new pc to replace my ancient calculator..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-2382445101840590671?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/2382445101840590671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=2382445101840590671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2382445101840590671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2382445101840590671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2008/12/santas-list.html' title='Santa&apos;s List'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-2852477456928491913</id><published>2008-11-23T11:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:30:27.357+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The End Of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;A onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SL6AG2PHLiI/AAAAAAAAACk/tOsl61XRDZ8/s1600-h/encounters-at-the-end-of-the-world-antarctica-landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SL6AG2PHLiI/AAAAAAAAACk/tOsl61XRDZ8/s320/encounters-at-the-end-of-the-world-antarctica-landscape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241767871432306210"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It has to happen some day! rite? but the later the better no doubt. global warming, the prophecies,soaring prices.. people say these are signs that the end is near. and now we'r going way overboad with the whole 2012 thing just because the mayan calander says so(and a few others too co-incidentaly) now the major dellima.well if humanity is going to end why not make the best of the little time we have left and enjoy it to the fullest.who need's to save?,who need's to eat healthy?,why should kids study?, but the confusing part is that people still go on with their normal life living like there is a future..and the reason for this is that this is not the first time the world's end was prophecesed, its happened before too, in my little existence on this planet the end was prophecesed once to my knowledge.in 2000 the world was going to end but we'r still here.in the past too many have said that we'r gonna be no more but later to be proven wrong.&lt;BR/&gt;"End of the world!! " yes?? no?? well i dont know..but we'l sure find out in 2012 guess its best to ignore the inevitable till then..&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-2852477456928491913?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/2852477456928491913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=2852477456928491913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2852477456928491913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/2852477456928491913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-world.html' title='The End Of The World'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SL6AG2PHLiI/AAAAAAAAACk/tOsl61XRDZ8/s72-c/encounters-at-the-end-of-the-world-antarctica-landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-355365567067250154</id><published>2008-11-01T22:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:51:41.411+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Day At The Graveyard..</title><content type='html'>Its impossible to imagine how many thoughts,feelings,are burried under the ground...and its even more hard to imagine the magnitute of importance most of these people ment to the living world..from lawyers to priests..from a poor family's sole earning father..to a new born baby daughter...from grand parents to son's lost in war...if the tears shed for the departed were to be put together it would sure flood the city...&lt;br /&gt;the hour is late now...I was a very busy lad today...spent the  day at the graveyard helping dad clean and paint the grave of my grandma/grandpa...its all souls day tommrrow.....the graveyard  is so like a normal place...the sun is as bright as usual...the air as fresh as usual..the gloom and fear as expected did not show up all day not in thoughts nor words..every one was so happy..my lil sis and i took a stroll along the graves. we were trying to find  the oldest cript..and i was even keeping my eyes open for collectable stuff (ie.bones) but wasent lucky enought to find something...it turned out to be a very fun experience much aginst my expectitation....&lt;br /&gt;i often wonder how it is to be dead..what happens to your ever present thoughts and dreams...do you still need some sort of food??..do you really turn into a ghost?..and are the stories of ghosts snd rebirth's actually true?..i will sure find out some day i know for sure, but its sad  i may not be able to share the experience then...but if i die and if there is any way in which i can contact the living world, i sure will...see you guys in heaven (ie.hopefully) chaio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-355365567067250154?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/355365567067250154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=355365567067250154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/355365567067250154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/355365567067250154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-at-graveyard.html' title='A Day At The Graveyard..'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-105256691407610835</id><published>2008-10-29T20:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:27:33.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know you're depressed when...&lt;br /&gt;you find yourself sitting alone &lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the night, &lt;br /&gt;reading a book you already read thrice by the light of &lt;br /&gt;a lone candle, &lt;br /&gt;while listening to bob marley...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-105256691407610835?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-1783143997864154775</id><published>2008-10-10T15:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:48:07.528+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tutions</title><content type='html'>My new classes. am attending it for a few months now.ive never ever really liked the idea of tution classes.spent my whole school life without one.must add that my school life sucked when it came to annual results.everything else was fine except that.tutions are like going back to school..teachers come in and teach you stuff then ask you if you remember the stuff they said,suprise test's,the compettive and irratating nerds,the sleepy kids,the hyper active kids, the shy ones...the forever present anticipation to gohome..remind's me school...and even though i hate the education system i loved school!..will miss you S.F.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-1783143997864154775?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/1783143997864154775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=1783143997864154775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/1783143997864154775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/1783143997864154775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2008/10/tutions.html' title='Tutions'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-6633384840013408549</id><published>2008-09-07T14:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:11:01.145+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Objects/Places And Their Past</title><content type='html'>we have so many things around us our house,our personal belongs,our television,even our computer or car's,bike's,and cell phone's but what happens when we are no more or&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The Cheap Motorcycle&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My friend wanted to buy a bike, a 2nd hand one since we'r insane riders and a new one wouldidnt fulfill the purpouse so we were off to the 2nd hand dealer. we test rode many pulsar's,cbz,s,rx 135's, but none impressed all were old abused bikes which struggled to move. after spending most of the day there and almost test riding every machine in the shop we gave up and were about th head home when my friend noticed a black bike covered up in one conner of the shop. he went the removed the cover. it was a black suzuki fero 150 which looked suprisngly new the paint was perfect no scratches, or dent's he asked the dealer the price on which the dealer said "15,000" and we were like "huh 15k for a fero??" he ased for a test ride, and the dealer  handed the keys reluctantly after he filled it up, we took it for a spin and the bike was just somethig out of this world it handled like a knife in butter and acclerated like the wind.he decided to buy it. but the dealer had gone inside his house which was joined to the shop.we were waiting when the boy who whashes the bikes came to me and said "sabb yeah gadi matt lo"(dont buy this bike) on which i asked "kyu?"(why?) he said "sabb malak marr gayea"(all the owners died)i asked then "kese?"(how?) he replied "gaddi se accident hua sab ka,6 bar hamari dukan mei gaddi aa chuki hai"(every one met with an accident,and this bike has been sold back to us 6 times) the dealer came back and the washer boy kept quite.,the dealer showed us the papers of the bike and indeed it had 6 owners before.we decided not to buy the bike in the end.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;the amazing thing is that if the bike had really met with so many accidents it couldidnt have possibly been in such a good condition,and if the washer boy was lying,why was the bike being sold at such a low price?.i guess we'l never know...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The NIT Shop And The Well&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Well my dad is on the look out for a place,he wants to start a showroom/shop of some sort but he's not decided yet on what it will be. anyways,many places seen and enquired about but all were way above our budget,he was about to give up but just then,a uncle(whos a lawyer) bought a new ray of hope.he mentioned about a client of his who wants to sell a shop located very close to our house,so dad gave it a shot he went there saw the place and liked it too,the price quoted was a lower than  other places we'd seen before,with the money saved we could haved furnished the place as well,so it was decided we'r buying it,some day's went by during this time dad was finding out about the place just as a percaution, mostly expecting (legal disputes,electricity problems etc) everything seemed ok, but while talking to a specific shopkeeper nearby,he learned that this shop had two other owners before the current one,and both had died after purchasing the shop, the guy selling it to us was the third owner,now dad's rethinking about the deal, the shop is in a bylane filled with mostly fabricating shops and some unowned places,and there is big old well in front of it which is not being used any more this well is atleast 100 years old, but no one know's when exactly it was dug the location where the shops and the well is belongs to the NIT(Nagpur imporvement trust) now...what could be the reasons for the deaths of the owners no boy knows but i thins its got something to do with this well which gives you a spooky feeling when your close to it..&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-6633384840013408549?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/6633384840013408549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=6633384840013408549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/6633384840013408549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/6633384840013408549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2008/09/objectsplaces-and-their-past.html' title='Objects/Places And Their Past'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-3797800252868142010</id><published>2008-09-03T17:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:45:03.668+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SL5_nPiuANI/AAAAAAAAACc/pOz56vtNho8/s1600-h/knifecd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SL5_nPiuANI/AAAAAAAAACc/pOz56vtNho8/s320/knifecd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241767328469614802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(This Poem Is About a Serial Killer Who Is Convicted For His Crimes And Sentenced To Be Hanged)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  As Death Knock's On Your Door&lt;br/&gt; You Sit And Wonder On The Floor&lt;br/&gt; As Bitter Memories Of Your Life Flash Back&lt;br/&gt; You Still wonder, Why Did I do that&lt;br/&gt; Now You Know Its Too Late You Will Soon Be Near the Divine Gate&lt;br/&gt; Nothing Can Be Done For Your Soul Its Too Late &lt;br/&gt; Too Late To Repent.Too Late For Change &lt;br/&gt; Too late to Be Forgiven Too Late To Ask&lt;br/&gt; Your Goals Were all so Different Before&lt;br/&gt; Now Why Don't you Want Them Any More?&lt;br/&gt; You Wish You could Have.Brought a Smile&lt;br/&gt; On a Single Persons Mind&lt;br/&gt; Those Days You Wondered Why the Hell Would I&lt;br/&gt; A Smile Isn't The Thing Your Given Them &lt;br/&gt; Before you Used Your Knife.&lt;br/&gt; It Was The Feeling Your Getting Right Now&lt;br/&gt; I Guess Your Too Having A New Experience In Life&lt;br/&gt; The Prison Gate Have Opened Now&lt;br/&gt; Your going to a Darker Place&lt;br/&gt; Tugging Pushing Trying To escape Somehow&lt;br/&gt; You Know Its All In Vain&lt;br/&gt; The Rope Is now Tied Tight&lt;br/&gt; You Cant Do a Thing Even with all your Might&lt;br/&gt; That's What They Felt Those Dark Last Night's &lt;br/&gt; Now You Heare a Sound Its The Last Sound you Will Ever Hear&lt;br/&gt; Rest In Pieces Adios My Dear&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    Richard &lt;br/&gt; David.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-3797800252868142010?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/3797800252868142010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=3797800252868142010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3797800252868142010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3797800252868142010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-late.html' title='Too late'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/SL5_nPiuANI/AAAAAAAAACc/pOz56vtNho8/s72-c/knifecd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-1701047248610804082</id><published>2008-03-18T22:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:27:09.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Schedule</title><content type='html'>Are some things just bound to happen?,like its in your life's playlist&lt;br/&gt;some thing's or events that you just must experience,which are pre- planned and precise, with you having little or no control over them..does fate really exist? or is it an excuse for things we are too weak to control?&lt;br/&gt;    (A truly strange story that tingles the same question)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Vengeful Bullet&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Henry Ziegland thought he had dodged fate. In 1883, he broke off with his girlfriend who, out of distress, committed suicide.her brother was so enraged that he hunted down Ziegland and shot him. The brother, believing he had killed Ziegland, then turned his gun on himself and took his own life. But Ziegland had not been killed. The bullet, in fact, had only grazed his face and then lodged in a tree. Ziegland surely thought himself a lucky man. Some years later, however, Ziegland decided to cut down the large tree, which still had the bullet in it. The task seemed so formidable that he decided to blow it up with a few sticks of dynamite.The explosion propelled the bullet into Ziegland's head, killing him.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;source&lt;br/&gt;(Ripley's Believe It or Not!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-1701047248610804082?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/1701047248610804082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=1701047248610804082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/1701047248610804082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/1701047248610804082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2008/03/ultimate-schedule.html' title='The Ultimate Schedule'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-5766735954211750439</id><published>2008-03-18T21:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:33:31.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Omg I Am Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/R9_m0zDt4iI/AAAAAAAAABM/QyjRetwhNI8/s1600-h/1825~Good-Times-Bad-Times-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/R9_m0zDt4iI/AAAAAAAAABM/QyjRetwhNI8/s320/1825~Good-Times-Bad-Times-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179111891232743970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A line from a famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nickleback&lt;/span&gt; song, it goes "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; gotta go wrong cause i am feeling too way damn good" and yeah life does tend to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;justify&lt;/span&gt; stuff this way.its smooth sailing for some time.and something unexpected suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happen's&lt;/span&gt;.if things seem to unfold in a very pleasing manner,very smoothly and without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;,and for too long. i start to wonder "Man i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got all the goodies now what's the cache &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt; life".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;here a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt; - day before yesterday evening, unlike so many evening's before, I was busy cleaning,polishing,tuning-up my bike after not using for quite some time.i shined up and tuned it up to perfection (actually it seemed better than it had ever been before),i was happy n prou for the work i did.all that was left to be done was taking it for a spin,so i got my key's and was off.zipping around traffic i got a true adrenaline  pumped up feeling i was starving for.(but i was scared now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IE&lt;/span&gt;. i felt too good and happy and was almost expecting something bad to happen.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; had bad experiences of feeling too good on a two wheeler before).so i slowed down and rode home with caution.it was getting late,and dark.i reached home put the bike on stand.and as i was climbing up the stairs thought "phew i am home and still happy,maybe being happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;inst&lt;/span&gt; wrong,maybe all my previous experiences &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wer&lt;/span&gt; just coincidences,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; or maybe something may happen when i get in the house?" and at the exact same time i skipped a step lost my balance and licked the floor.spent the rest of the night and the next day in a bad mood and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; lip..&lt;br/&gt;.so much so that now i am scared of being happy or doing things that make me feel happy, and this really really sucks,why does it have to be this way?...Bet if you pay little attention you too will notice that being very happy will lead to something bad that compensated for the extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; you felt..any way's be happy but try not to think about it .but if your sad try to remember how happy you were sometime back Aloha.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-5766735954211750439?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/5766735954211750439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=5766735954211750439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/5766735954211750439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/5766735954211750439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-i-am-happy.html' title='Omg I Am Happy'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/R9_m0zDt4iI/AAAAAAAAABM/QyjRetwhNI8/s72-c/1825~Good-Times-Bad-Times-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-4469160887774010676</id><published>2008-02-28T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:04:37.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Motorcycle Safty Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/R8aNrqkjtjI/AAAAAAAAABE/4aw4zT1ThkU/s1600-h/Motorcycle-wreck-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/R8aNrqkjtjI/AAAAAAAAABE/4aw4zT1ThkU/s320/Motorcycle-wreck-photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171977003383109170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A famous motorcycle expression : "There are two kinds of bikers,those who have been in an accident,and those about to be". There are no substitutes for learning than experience. Experience comes from making mistakes and learning from them. So accept that you are going to make a mistake,it is Normal,and OK.The tnly thing you have to make sure is to avoid these mistakes becoming into something youl regret all your life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;a motorcyclist should always ride faster than the traffic around them.you should try to keep a constant flow and smoothness in your driving by avoidng jamming on the brakes sudden turns or speed changes .Most car drivers dislike motorcycles, feel uneasy being close to one at speed, have no concept of the distance from their car to the motorcycle which is so small compared to other cars in front or beside and often suddenly do something unexpected either by choice or by accident. By going slightly faster, a rider on two wheels comes near a car and passes without the car driver even knowing you are there. In this way, you've gone ahead and out of harms way before the car driver has time to react to your presence either in a negative way or a positive way.Never feel like god on your powerful bike,you can never be perfect no matter how experienced you are, this is the time you can get carried away and usually kiss the tarmac,keep the bike in the right rpm level, wear a helmet if you feel like(yes its optional i my world.i know a true bike lover.hates helmets but i gotta mention it)and last of all never pop wheelies or stoppies or other crazy stuff just to show off to your buddies.orr you'll end up breaking bones,your bike,your ego or all of the above &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-4469160887774010676?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/4469160887774010676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=4469160887774010676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4469160887774010676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/4469160887774010676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2008/02/motorcycle-safty-tips.html' title='Motorcycle Safty Tips'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UN3-CyB3S0s/R8aNrqkjtjI/AAAAAAAAABE/4aw4zT1ThkU/s72-c/Motorcycle-wreck-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181432101406223303.post-3729490280718255536</id><published>2007-07-04T22:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:18:38.318+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MIDI Future Music</title><content type='html'>My Newest Interest Is in Midi Files Or Synthesized Music The Possibilities Are Very huge with this tech which has been around for more than ten years now every time You touch your keyboard to play a note synthesized music plays its part. its used at karaoke Clubs And Even By Real Hardcore Artists To Use As Backing Music In The Future Theirs A Pretty Big Chance That Real Guitarists,Drummers Etc Etc Go Jobless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181432101406223303-3729490280718255536?l=richard-david.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/feeds/3729490280718255536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181432101406223303&amp;postID=3729490280718255536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3729490280718255536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181432101406223303/posts/default/3729490280718255536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard-david.blogspot.com/2007/07/midi-future-music.html' title='MIDI Future Music'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094527275662903771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX1KVaAAqkE/TWo6Eur5yyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYRpsxSuPms/s220/182274_10150096653232909_744857908_6302863_2749080_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
