<?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-1586450977225017522</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:14:25.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the vettiest peeter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-2617306916980534926</id><published>2011-04-01T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:01:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAHM</title><content type='html'>You just couldnt let me happy could you.One the thing that I loved in life and you have got to take it away.Well to be frank the last three weeks have been a real misery.It is now I know how people would feel when they miss someone.The pain of helplessness is the worst pain one could ever have.our journey together was a very special one,atleast for me.you always made me laugh,i could look at you all day long and most of all your frankness ,intent and purpose lit up my brain like a blazing torch.Ive tried even substituting you with someone else but I can never get the same amount of happiness that was present with you.Why God why why have you got to take Two and Half men away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-2617306916980534926?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2617306916980534926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=2617306916980534926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2617306916980534926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2617306916980534926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2011/04/tahm.html' title='TAHM'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-8275418052706294480</id><published>2009-08-14T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:34:38.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every day ive got to get up at5 30 for the shit college where nothing useful at all happens.for that shit college ive got to wear shirt not a t shirt,not something that is too flashy,not the worded ones,not the one which have more than four pockets and a painfully boring trouser.every time i enter the college my watchman peeps in to see if am wearing my id card ,as if it matter at all.apart from that there are special disciplinary comitte members who confiscate your id card if you are found to cut class,out of the uniform,grow a beard,not wear a shoe and worst of all caught using a cell phone.well labs are such a crap they dont have ac ,plus the heat from the computer makes you sweat real bad and the most irritating thing over this is that ive got to wear a lab court.well after i come from college am like dude am free and roam around the same crappy places i go every day.its hot as shit but got wear a helmet,roads which are real shabby but when caught by a maams he first asks for a road tax.got to get back home before a specific time and go to sleep again to see this pathetic cycle repeat again.what a boring world is this ive got to eat ,sleep, dress, behave,respect put every other verb out there for some other fucking person and by the way happy independence day.am glad we are a free nation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-8275418052706294480?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-994039851107927694</id><published>2009-07-13T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:58:57.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time and time again i have been the escape ocily and this time too am the passsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;occcillly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaatha naan pass aiyiten&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-994039851107927694?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/994039851107927694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-3997451016484555349</id><published>2009-07-08T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:13:21.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetheart floo???what a piece shit crap</title><content type='html'>Finally the ice was broken, yet another truth was unfolded&lt;br /&gt;I met yet another hypocrate&lt;br /&gt;Words that completely mislead me&lt;br /&gt;The words  which are a complete bull shittttttttt&lt;br /&gt;Screw you asshole&lt;br /&gt;all the law you spoke will come to haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Poi sappu da punda&lt;br /&gt;you dont have a empty heart,dun have one at all&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;yeah its you&lt;br /&gt;(better come and fucking comment or you are dead)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-3997451016484555349?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3997451016484555349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=3997451016484555349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/3997451016484555349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/3997451016484555349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-ice-was-broken-yet-another.html' title='sweetheart floo???what a piece shit crap'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-7235779472308494599</id><published>2009-05-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:27:56.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up goes my middle finger</title><content type='html'>call me a pessimist &lt;br /&gt;but i think we are not the ones we are supposed to be  and also the ones we are not supposed to be ,welcome to the home of mediocre.we are the constant race of human shame and disgrace.but yet we are proud of being one cause that is what we are here for, doing nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-7235779472308494599?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7235779472308494599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=7235779472308494599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/7235779472308494599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/7235779472308494599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/05/up-goes-my-middle-finger.html' title='up goes my middle finger'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-207426849760526282</id><published>2009-05-22T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:19:00.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;whistle poodu&lt;br /&gt;chennai super king ku whistle poodu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-207426849760526282?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/207426849760526282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=207426849760526282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/207426849760526282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/207426849760526282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/05/whistle-poodu-whistle-poodu-whistle.html' title=''/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-1524350708982587016</id><published>2009-05-20T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:28:03.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frees</title><content type='html'>life is like bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;it stinks&lt;br /&gt;it tastes like shit&lt;br /&gt;but yet everyone is adicted to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-1524350708982587016?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1524350708982587016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=1524350708982587016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/1524350708982587016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/1524350708982587016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/05/frees.html' title='frees'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-2350538547198248632</id><published>2009-05-12T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:46:16.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am a theist</title><content type='html'>There was a farmer ,a really hard working one,not at all gready ,very religious, kept away from all bad habits and to be pretty honest a very good person on the whole. So the life style of this guys was very simple he would get up in the morning pray to god and then go to work in his farmland. He led a simple life ,lived under a hut ,just ate whatever he cropped and the left over he would sell so that he could sow the next set of seeds. But suddenly one year there was a great drought, the summer heat was ten degree above normal,there was no sign of rain at all.many of his fellow mates started dying due to these torrid conditions. There was neither water to drink or food to eat .some of his mates killed their family and then committed suicide.even at such harsh conditions this guy was a man of principle never lost hope ,never gave up on god. From his last reserves expecting a rain he sowed the last remains of the seeds.that night he went to the temple cried overnight ,did not stop chanting the almighty’s name and finally he was rewarded it started raining.his prayers were heard by god, the god he had so much belief in never let him down.god came in his dreams that night and said he would never let down the people who believed in him.thus the film ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality -in that village non of the farmers survived the drought.nearly all committed suicide,the rest who had hope in god and tried ,died of starvation which was more painful than committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God should be executed for crimes against humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-2350538547198248632?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2350538547198248632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=2350538547198248632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2350538547198248632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2350538547198248632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-theist.html' title='am a theist'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-8094229749849191426</id><published>2009-04-21T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:21:15.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vetti day</title><content type='html'>Such a vetti day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;The most vettiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such vetti days&lt;br /&gt;Should be more&lt;br /&gt;It's a day  I love to  stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most vettiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most vettiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such vetti days&lt;br /&gt;Should exist&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;Such a vetti day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;The most vettiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you go, I wanna to be vetti&lt;br /&gt;And if you die, still wanna to be vetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all the work out of my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most vettiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most vettiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most vettiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a vetti day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I'm sad its over&lt;br /&gt;(refer to lonely day from soad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-8094229749849191426?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8094229749849191426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=8094229749849191426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/8094229749849191426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/8094229749849191426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/04/vetti-day.html' title='vetti day'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-4140203803340549922</id><published>2009-02-27T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:58:06.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tyler Durden: Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like destroying something beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tyler and Narrator are discussing ideal opponents]&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure.&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-4140203803340549922?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4140203803340549922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=4140203803340549922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/4140203803340549922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/4140203803340549922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/tyler-durden-shut-up-our-fathers-were.html' title=''/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-6614943391745969877</id><published>2009-02-25T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:05:44.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee is what i can always say but never be.&lt;br /&gt;cause iam enslaved by the concept of freedom which makes me not free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-6614943391745969877?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6614943391745969877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=6614943391745969877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/6614943391745969877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/6614943391745969877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-2073047295201613227</id><published>2009-02-21T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:21:19.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my GGGGGGGGGGod!</title><content type='html'>Till this day ive never been able to accept it, even now I don’t fully accept it. What does it mean here? Well its nothing but the so much hyped “God”. Why do I say it is hyped? Cause man doesn’t start with a caps woman doesn’t start with a caps but God has to always start with a caps.ok people might think am fucking immature. I completely accept to your views that am immature. But so are you fellers.don’t tell me that there is someone in this world who has completely understood god (am not going to hype him anymore). One of the days we had an argument about this topic god and people kept on saying that I didn’t understand god.oh come on please, everyone there talked as if they had been in a relationship with god him self for a year or two. Nobody understands him fully. Well there are mainly six kinds of people 1.god fearing (I hate these the most), 2.the so called god loving (but they too are god fearing ones but a little less fearing), 3.the don’t care type (they are very very few in number but these are the ones I really like), 4.the people who are angry with god and so who don’t believe in them, 5.it’s a fashion these days to say I don’t believe god (mostly the politicians). &lt;br /&gt;  Most of the atheist would say they are of the third kind, but fuck you pathetic liars I bet no one is the don’t care type. Most of them are either the fourth or the fifth. Well to be frank even am the one who is angry with god. I hate the fact that he is so much hyped. Am basically angry with the god fearing ones.” if you don’t go to a temple god would fuck you”. What a piece of shit crap, as if god has no other job other than counting how many times ive come to the temple. Well even ive had many internal arguments with myself as to if god is there or not or even if he is there how is he and so on……..  So how did I find that I was angry with god, well I saw this film called “naan kadavul” in on of the scenes the guy would call god ”a thevidia pulla”. To be very frank I just loved that statement, it had been like ive always wanted to call him so myself. It was then I realized that I was actually angry with god.&lt;br /&gt;   So finally I thought I could never be the one not to care about god and being angry with god never gave me any peace. So why not I turn into those who blindly follow god (sixth type). It is very simple its like if I don’t understand something in my book I mug it up and go write it in the exams. Iam going to get the same marks as the person who has understood it. So I give up you son of a bitch I can fight no more and from now am going to be one of the pathetic persons who is going to believe in you blindly……………………….(you’ve won the battle but not the war)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer(ill slit the fucking throats of those who comment&lt;br /&gt;"you are not mature enough"&lt;br /&gt;or'uve understood nothing about god at all')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-2073047295201613227?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2073047295201613227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=2073047295201613227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2073047295201613227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2073047295201613227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-ggggggggggod.html' title='oh my GGGGGGGGGGod!'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-6115599490128342125</id><published>2009-02-18T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:44:08.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me being in this world is pointless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing this is ever more pointless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading this is even more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commenting on this is even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive used odd number of evens in this post{i dont know why i said that? its fuckin pointless}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be am writing this to make people realize that the literal translation of pointless in tamil is mokka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-6115599490128342125?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6115599490128342125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=6115599490128342125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/6115599490128342125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/6115599490128342125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-being-in-this-world-is-pointless.html' title=''/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-6253372284493222155</id><published>2009-02-14T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:17:41.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why am saying this 'i just wanna die' free.but people say death never comes when you want it to so now"i dont wanna die".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-6253372284493222155?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6253372284493222155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=6253372284493222155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/6253372284493222155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/6253372284493222155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-know-why-am-saying-this-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-601935600963818113</id><published>2009-01-17T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:24:40.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its fucking back</title><content type='html'>well 2 months of trauma ,a break for a month and my fuckin wheezing is back.what the fuck is wrong with my body no one knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-601935600963818113?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/601935600963818113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=601935600963818113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/601935600963818113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/601935600963818113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-fucking-back.html' title='its fucking back'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-5672477376598944034</id><published>2009-01-09T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:29:49.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrete</title><content type='html'>Deepak tempted me with fifty buks, so I started to blog.Well I bet this would give my ece mates a clear chill down their spine, me writing about this anyone can get worried about my health. Well am not going to show off my communication knowledge.i stopped cycling the next day.  I would not stop watching movies for like nearly one whole week. Now it’s swimming that am crazy about, I don’t know for how long. Am going to talk on my attitude, which is really discrete. I just cycled for nearly 30 kms, can you just imagine 30 kms in a single strech.it was my friend gs who told me to just watch movies, you don’t know how time flies away. It was in my seventh that I loved playing bball. Well tennis who can’t get addicted to that lovely game. I have this bad habit of starting things with atmost enthusiasm.Once I remember I got so crazy about cycling. I loved playing tennis for nearly 3 months, same is the case for bball.i just cant let go off swimming these days am so addicted to it. After three months I stopped both. Well it was time to blog, blog after blog within a month nearly 4to 5 posts. But suddenly I lose interest complete I don’t know why I do that. .just like I started to write this with all enthusiasm …………………………………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-5672477376598944034?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5672477376598944034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=5672477376598944034' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/5672477376598944034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/5672477376598944034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/discrete.html' title='Discrete'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-7809317214242313017</id><published>2009-01-05T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:25:21.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/mooli/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what the fuck is soo happy about this New Year, why the hell do all people celebrate all these so called hallmarks. I just don’t get it .why do we wish some one happy birthday happy wedding day………………………………….and soo on what the fuck is the reason to celebrate all these things. Please do not mistake me here because am also the one to celebrate all these useless days. Well I accept with birthday cause you know it’s so obvious, you wish some one happy birthday but in your mind you are thinking”hahahah am not the only one who is going to die soon”. Seriously I feel the most depressed during my birthdays cause every time someone wishes me I feel like they are greeting me to die sooner. People who are really happy on their bdays must get enlightened, I really feel you are a dumb ass. ok you can be happy with only one fact that you have been alive for soo long but that’s no reason to celebrate. Maybe everyone wants to forget this fact that they are going to die sooner and that is why everyone tries to enjoy. Seriously have you ever seen a bday boy really happy, he might be smiling, some may think am just imagining stuffs but I can see him crying some where inside. So ok on the assumption that you guys are happy with others bday that’s ok, but why do we celebrate new year .oh dear god don’t tell me we are happy that even the earth is nearing its end .how sadistic am I freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-7809317214242313017?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7809317214242313017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=7809317214242313017' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/7809317214242313017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/7809317214242313017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-4737624096203913040</id><published>2008-10-29T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:21:35.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of my life</title><content type='html'>nothing special actually happened &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for just one thing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.i drove 0-60 in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; rtr 160 in 4.8 secs&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;so beware &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hamilton&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;raikonan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rossi&lt;/span&gt; ,a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt; is in the making(dudes i might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; just a bit )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-4737624096203913040?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4737624096203913040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=4737624096203913040' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/4737624096203913040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/4737624096203913040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-of-my-life.html' title='the day of my life'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-2534822706883367970</id><published>2008-10-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:10:42.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are we here? Why do we live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why are we here? Why do we live? These have been the two most tantalizing question that man has never been able to answer. Many people have given many explanations but none of them has been quite enough to explain it. Most of the people think that the reason we are here is just to find answers to these questions. Well in other words our so-called great saints called it nirvana or absolute truth. Why do I call them so-called great saints? If they are supposed to be so great why don’t they explain to us what that so called absolute truth is? If the same question is asked, these people would tell that it cannot be explained but has to experienced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a simple way to escape?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well many other think,  at least most of them think that we are here for a purpose. We are here to change or not to change something so that something happens somewhere else. Well this is the roots to what is called as chaos theory and butterfly effect. Yeah people have given some thinking on trying to explain these difficult questions. I don’t blame you , its just human nature .we always cant accept things in a simple manner. We always over look the fact that complex questions look complex because we think it has it to complex. You know humans have this very bad habit, they just can’t accept a simple answer to a question. If someone answers to a question in a plain simple way we always tend to deny it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What am I trying to say here? Well what am trying to say is that the answer is very very simple ”&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE LIVE JUST TO SURVIVE&lt;/span&gt;”. No nothing else just to survive like any other species does. survival is our prime motive to be in this place.Then why the hell do we not accept this simple answer. Had we accepted this simple answer we would never be surviving. I will not be writing this you will not be here reading this. Only because we think we are someone special, we think we  are better than other species, for that matter we think we are the special person, ’the one’ among the same species we are still living in. This is the fuel that has kept us running , building great civilizations, inventing new things every day and yet not being satisfied with it. We humans are special and let our quest to find answers for these questions be unsolved forever. Well am still surviving why? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because I think am better than all of you losers, because I think I know the answers to these questions. I think I know ………………………………….. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-2534822706883367970?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2534822706883367970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=2534822706883367970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2534822706883367970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2534822706883367970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-are-we-here-why-do-we-live.html' title='Why are we here? Why do we live?'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-5134125826416554339</id><published>2008-10-08T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:37:04.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten worst mistakes done by me and am proud of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well no one is perfect well am anything other than no one. Cause ive made lots of blunders in my life but still &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I never repent for doing them. These mistakes are the ones, which define my life. I don’t believe in the crap of 'learn from your mistakes’. I am a firm believer in &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;'History repeats itself’ and so will I.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Coming up at number ten well, it was in my twelfth holiday and I had to get admission in some college. All of this would not happened if only I hadn’t received this message from ma"playing at 3 30 be there”. Well I did go to his place to play&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And the worst part is that I had finished playing. After we had finished playing, gs and I were practicing one on one alternatively.gs scored his goal and it was my turn. I must just done the usual thing that I always used to do blast the ball in or even out. But I dint I tried to fake gs with my left foot and when I took the shot with my right foot I lost balance and that was the time when I first twisted my right ankle. I am saying the first time because after that my ankle had become weak and has been injured a thousand times worst. It so happened that the next day I had to go to venkateshwara coll of engg's office for confirming my seat. This is the even funnier thing. I did go to the office with my twisted ankle but still I didn’t get my place in the college.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joining iit-coaching class is one among the worst mistakes I had done in my life. Our math teacher Mr. trs was a very wise person. He always used to tell 'if you do not feel that u can cope up u can always get your fees and not come to the class’. Hoped I listened to him all my fathers’ money just for nothing. You feel this is not a major mistake. Just wait and listen to this. Well it was immediately after my 12th board exam and people were busy preparing for iit jee.i always knew that i had no scope for clearing that exam.but my parents compelled me to write the exam so i went and sat in the exam.there are to sets of exams three hours each.one paper is chem-phy and the other is math. The worst thing about the exam is that we had to sit in the hall for the whole three hours. My first exam was chem-phy finished it in ten mins.waited for another 2 hours 45 mins.after this exam we had a break of one hour before our math exam started. Everyone was revising again and again. As you know i never even touched a thing so i felt bored. I have a very very bad habit when i feel bored i start to eat. I did the same thing i went to pizza corner and ate. The only problem was that i over ate. The worst thing is that i realized that i overate only ten mins in to my math paper. God alone knows how i suffered to sit through the whole exam.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Besant nagar beach is one the favorite places that we people like to go. People am serious if you ever go to that place you must never miss going to the broken bridge, it’s awesome. What could i possibly do wrong there. Well i jumped from this bridge just for fun as usual landed in an awkward manner my left heel was seriously hurt. The problem was that i never used to break my legs, I always had a ligament strain or partial tear or something not so serious. The problem with this is that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; I got the same part injured again, before it can actually heal. It took nearly one year for the injury to heal completely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, never come out of the broken bridge without jumping down its fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eleventh standard was fun. I had lots of unique experience like my first crush, all the culturals we went to, all the classes we bunked, went to ranipet of all this, one of the realllly unique one 'i failed in my math pre annual exam’. Failing in some thing is seriously a very different experience and to prove that "i never learn from my mistakes" i failed again in my eleventh annual examination. Well i did learn my lesson i some passed in my math exam in my 12th premidterm exam, wait don’t get all surprised and stuffs like that i failed in my chemistry exam for a change. I finally completed my hatric in failing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So after all this failing experience you would feel that passing in my next exam would mean a lot to me. I did pass in my next exam but it did not make any difference at all because, I had got a lower total than all the exams i had failed in. I got a total of 244/500.49 % how awesome am i?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;After a lot pleading i had finally got my bike. But wait i never said i knew how to drive one. My leaning experience was literally smashing. First weak i had got by my bike i ran over a goat. Would you believe it ‘goat’? Within the first month i fell down from my bike going at nearly 40km/hr.the worst thing was that my friend sitting behind me got a bigger wound and gs's helmet was nearly run over by a auto. If you think it was a chaotic way of starting to learn things. My first day of driving my car was even more worse. I never went and banged on some one no no. I had driven nearly four kms perfect. The only thing that i had to do was park my vehicle in my parking lot. Guess what i did, i went and banged in to the wall at my place. Heavy repair charges of 50000 buks worst man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Well this is very famous and many times told story, while i was studying my fourth i had spelling tests which was graded out of eight. These were to be included in my main exam. How much can person get to really get ones teacher and his mom crazy, three, four, well i got one out of eight. So after all the shouting i sincerely prepared for a retest. My clever English teacher thought if i write the test for 16 i would have a very good probability of scoring better marks. How much can you get to make a person really mad, well i got half on 16.i got screwed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;My school used have a sports meet at ranipet every year. So i was in my twelfth and i was in the cricket team. So i had to go and stay in that place for one weak. Everything was good except i had a small problem in my health. I had a slight temperature. I ignored it and went to this place to attend this meet. Well as expected it aggravated had unfortunately got viral fever and so even normal tablets did not have any effect. But i always maintain this stupid gethu of telling if you push your body to the limits you could overcome anything. So i started to dink Pepsi after Pepsi. To be very frank of all the medications Pepsi was the only thing that kept me running. But even i am human and even i have limits. The fever stayed on and i was in the main eleven, dropped a crucial catch, and lost the match. Even worse than that when i came back home. I had aggravated the situation, as I had not taken antibiotics. It was nearly two weeks before which i could get all right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;I have a very very bad habit.whenever i achieve something spectacular i not only let go of it the next time, I also end up getting things done in a very bad manner. For instance after i scored my first century in cricket i scored my first diamond (without facing a delivery) duck the next match. After i got my first hundred in math, the next exam i just scrapped through. Such was my consistancy.so one of the greatest errors i made was not only get first rank but also to get proficiency in my ukg.after this fantastic effort, I have never even come close anywhere near no 1.i was a child prodigy, just that i remained so forever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Coming up with no.1.well before I write about it I must warn’ this must not be tried at home, it includes everyone from youngsters to elders’. It would be really funny to here but you will never want to experience it. Well I was in my, I think lkg don’t remember exactly. It was diwali time, all was going well. I had lots of fun with all the crackers and other colorful display. It was the end of the day and all through out my parents were there and never let me touch any of the really dangerous cracker. After all they were also human so they got tired they retired to take some rest, but I wasn’t and I still had just only one sparkler in my had. What possibly could go wrong with a sparkler that is what even my parents thought. But everything happened because of that one sparkler I had in hand. I saw that there one flowerpot that was left unmatched. So what I did was stood exactly over the flowerpot started lighting it with the sparkler that I had, then bang. Can you imagine I was standing right over it? flowerpots usually gush out flares of flame thank got that was a erred piece ,so it busted, or else just imagine my balls would have literally been roasted. Even then I suffered from bad injuries to my legs and was rushed to the hospital blah blah blah.seriously never try this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-5134125826416554339?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5134125826416554339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=5134125826416554339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/5134125826416554339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/5134125826416554339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/ten-worst-mistakes-done-by-me-and-am.html' title='ten worst mistakes done by me and am proud of it'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-4205187389469404625</id><published>2008-10-01T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:07:01.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mind is a monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SOO8NpLylUI/AAAAAAAAABg/XIrgGo3-LOY/s1600-h/DSC01791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SOO8NpLylUI/AAAAAAAAABg/XIrgGo3-LOY/s200/DSC01791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252248533023757634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I had sat down to read for my model practical yesterday. I took out my observation, well at that moment I thought I had to get my theory straight to understand my practicals.so I went to get my micro book from the shelf. As I took out the book, I noticed the color of the book to be red.yeah red one of my favorite colors.my favorite football team's(arsenal)jersey is red. Of I just love their symbol the most. Its so majestic but yet so simple. It just has a cannon(yellow in color) in the center with red color surrounding all over it. Can’t stop myself from saying it again "ITS SO MAJESTIC".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;But the thing I hate most about red is the red light in the traffic signal .man its so boring to wait. The waiting is even more irritating because of the fact that I was in motion before I was forced to stop. This the one of the times I truly realized Newton’s first law to be working." Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it.”. Well to think about all the marvelous things these scientists have invented and discovered, oh my goodness it’s so awesome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Everything that I use from a simple pen to everything else such as, mobile phones,camera,spectacles and so many more things are here because of scientist. They work so hard just to make our life much more simpler. The real invention that has lead to a revolution now is the invention of computers. We us this awesome machine in every field .its so difficult for me to just connect two chips&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that is given in the manual. These are the people who have written the manual itself. How did they ever get the idea of finding&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;something so marvelous. It’s just so difficult for me to just write one program to add to numbers using these processors. Just imagine how difficult it would have be to design something so that it can calculate something in microseconds…….well my eyes suddenly hinted something similar to this on the book” a microprocessor is a device that performs arithmetic and logical operations in matter of micro seconds”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was finally the time when I realized my mind had gone somewhere. So I started thinking again ‘what the hell is this, my mind is not at all focused. Must start doing some meditation to improve my concentration’. Well then I started thinking how our Indian ancestors had their mind under control blah blah blah .that’s the thing I last remembered because after that I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;had fallen asleep. Next morning my mind was fresh and was very very clear about one thing. I will surely screw my micro pracs.well in my exam I did not know anything so again ‘well to improve my concentration I must……………….’. MIND IS SUCH AN UNCONTROLLABLE THING. Well even this was realized when I was supposed to be writing my exam ………………………………………….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-4205187389469404625?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4205187389469404625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=4205187389469404625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/4205187389469404625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/4205187389469404625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/mind-is-monkey.html' title='mind is a monkey'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SOO8NpLylUI/AAAAAAAAABg/XIrgGo3-LOY/s72-c/DSC01791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-2705184831194116163</id><published>2008-09-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:36:57.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am such a loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well it was a very pleasant day and I had sat down to blog about some topic that I had thought about earlier.i just could not force my mind anymore to continue on that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;topic.why?very frankly speaking I was very blank about that topic&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and I coudnt continue writing. Suddenly I had surge in my mind, that I had lost on something.lost on something I had started to do.then my mind completely deviated to a brand new thought as to how many times I had lost .well I started thinking about “how I lost my first cricket match though I had scored a century”,”how I lost to pass three exams in my twelvth “,”how I lost to fail in the rest of the exams”,”how I lost to ever get the first rank”,”how I lost to get the last rank in my class””how I lost sometimes to get a rank at all”……………………………and so on.i just started to realize what an utter looser I was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The feeling of losing in something is a very&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;unique feeling. The distress you get on thinking about all the work that was wasted on something you are going to lose is mind-boggling. The most pitiable thing about a loser is that he always thinks he will not lose the next time but unfortunately, on my personal experience that never happens .we lose just every time. Just like I have lost to understand ‘life’, ‘purpose of life’,’as to why such a loser like me has to live’. Most of the time I think I can find an explanation but am a typical loser you know, so I just lose on getting an answer everytime.even though I have lost on so many aspects I never fear on losing in anything, because I know loss is inevitable. But still I try not to lose, do you know why ?because am a loser.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So just as useless this blog is, I won’t be surprised if this not being read by a bunch of losers. After all this has been written by a loser like me .so what do I want to conclude, am so sorry. Am such a loser, I just lost on how to conclude. All I can tell you is just one thing&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“there thousands of people who are worse than me as most of them have not even realized they are loser”. What a bunch of losers?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that makes me not a loser? OH MY GOD WHAT A LOSER I AM THAT I HAVE EVEN LOST TO A BE LOSER. This should never happen to any other loser who is reading this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-2705184831194116163?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2705184831194116163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=2705184831194116163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2705184831194116163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2705184831194116163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-such-loser.html' title='Am such a loser'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-661639640237370163</id><published>2008-09-24T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:05:21.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>po di thevidia</title><content type='html'>well this topic was coming sooner or later in my blog.but i feel it has come a little sooner than i expected it to come.well why do i find this phrase so amusing?its because of one very simple reason it gets women really angry.but the best part for me and the worst part for them is they really cant do a fucking thing about it when i call them one.&lt;br /&gt;they feeling of helplessness mixed with that of rage is the most demoralising thing one can experience.its very simple you are so angry that you want that person  burning at that point but all you can do is sit and cry around.thats what most of the women do and thats the part i hate most in women.because all they can do is cry cry cry just like a baby.why like a baby?because when a baby feels hungry it knows it wants food but it also knows it cant get its own food all it can do is CRY.&lt;br /&gt;ALL WOMEN CAN DO IS CRY*.take any matter for example"we are not given freedom","we are not given proper rights","we are not given proper protection from men","we are not given reservation in parliment".what the fuck everything starting from freedom to reservation is supposed to be given to you.we men are fools or what.we do all the hard work to run a country and you expect us to give all the fruits to you.fuck you bitches.&lt;br /&gt;were we men alone entitled to get freedom ,no we had to fight for it so now, we have more freedom than you bitches have.we were coragious enough to try new things and take new risks so we were the ones to enjoy the fruits of it tooo.you bitches always cry"we are dominated by men".well its very very simple its all about survival of the fittest.in a jungle its the lions which dominates the land why?because of a very simple reason that it is much more stronger.so we dominate over women because am much better race of the lot.after all this women would ask why do you still need us out here.&lt;br /&gt;again am saying we are clever and we know that just to keep our race surviving, you are still here.we just use you.i literally mean your here to be fucked.yet again those pleasing words to my ear"poo di thevidia"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-661639640237370163?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/661639640237370163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=661639640237370163' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/661639640237370163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/661639640237370163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/po-di-thevidia.html' title='po di thevidia'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdJnWOgffFk/SQcZTz7CqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/suu-wYJ0CXg/S220/MO.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1586450977225017522.post-2022520031154562094</id><published>2008-09-22T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:52:55.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why so perfect?</title><content type='html'>the question "why" one of the most difficult thins to answer.why do we live ,why do we die,why do we think,why do i think to think abt all these useless things,why is my brain soo confusing to me,why why why why well so many things can be reasoned, but still we end any conversation with a ques y.amoung all the ys ive worried abt, the greatest thing that has been running in my mind from when i was born is the very simple fukin ques why the hell do we try to be perfect.nothin in nature is perfect so we are one f nature's creations why the hell do we alone chase this most eludin concept f of perfection.had nature been soo perfect with us we would never been living here for such a long time.a very simple example had all reactions in nature been soo perfect everytime we mix salt with water we must have nao and conc hcl just imagine a ocean f conc hcl and an atmosphereof nao would be just present.its very simple, the very meaning of tryin to perfect is just tat we r narrow minded people.its all jus crap  perfect life ,guy ,gal ,bike,house..................and sooo onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.seriously dont we ever realize tat at one point we r never goin to be satisfied with all the soo called perfect things.what mite be perfect fr one now mite not be perfect fr ever.ok lets jump to tis question wat the hell have we acheived by trying to perfect ,we have a big chunk f people beleivin 1+1 is 2,all of nature can be defined by our so called physics chem and math .at one time people felt that earth was perfectly rectangular,now we think its shpherical in shape tomorrow we would find something else and this would never end.this whole process of trying to be perfect will vary frm place to place and frm time to time and frm people to people.the worst conclusion man makes of all this is tat ,as he cant be perfect only the soo called God can be perfect in everythin.yeaah its because we define perfection tat even god is perfect ,let on his own even he wouldnt want every equation to be balenced.i think its jus us humans who wants things to be done in one(perfect) way and actually god that makes things imperfect again.the very mere thought f imperfection is very pleasing.the energy level f a imperfect person is much more stable than a person being perfect.after all this lines abt perfection even am trying to define imperfect life is a perfect life.how narrow minded am i ?&lt;br /&gt;so what i would like to really convey is that "be perfect or be imperfect" its all going to be the same, its just that i have guts to say am imperfect.but on the other hand others define their own imperfect ways as being perfect.just like am trying to say being imperfect is being perfect.so dont confuse your mind abt all these things and just be instinctive in nature that would be perfect.again perfect i  jus cant let go of that word.so here i am trying to give a perfectly imperfect blog to you that is totally confusing .after reading all this i would like to seriously like to convey that'i jus wrote all this crap cause my friend deepak bet me a fifty buks that  even i could blog. so be perfectly imperfect of imperfectly perfect .get lost doo wat ever u wan am getting my fifty bucks tomorrow.wat a perfect ending............................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1586450977225017522-2022520031154562094?l=thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2022520031154562094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1586450977225017522&amp;postID=2022520031154562094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2022520031154562094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1586450977225017522/posts/default/2022520031154562094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevettiestpeeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-so-perfect.html' title='why so perfect?'/><author><name>mouli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07050469462570821537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' 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