<?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-11764317</id><updated>2011-12-15T09:18:09.872+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My alter ego</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lounging on the couch,&lt;br /&gt;Just chillin' in my snuggie&lt;br /&gt;Click to MTV, so they can teach me how to dougie&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in my castle I'm the freaking man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some P90X&lt;br /&gt;Meet a really nice girl, have some really nice sex&lt;br /&gt;And she's gonna scream out: 'This is Great'&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my god, this is great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might mess around, get my college degree&lt;br /&gt;I bet my old man will be so proud of me&lt;br /&gt;But sorry pops, you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I ain't gonna comb my hair&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'll just strut in my birthday suit&lt;br /&gt;And let everything hang loose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-9216673643755760200?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-1316554177819419014</id><published>2010-03-27T13:33:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:35:11.835+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kash Hum Tum Bhi Ajnabi Hote&lt;br /&gt;Jis Tarah Or Log Hote Hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be-Taaruf Se&lt;br /&gt;La-Taaluq Se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Tasaadum Na Bandishain Hoti&lt;br /&gt;Dil Main Chahat Na Khwahishain Hoti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Wafaon Ke Silsile Hote&lt;br /&gt;Na Mohabbat Ke Fasle Hote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phir Na Hoti Shikayatain Tum Se&lt;br /&gt;Youn Na Milti Aziatain Tum Se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be-Qarari Na Be-Kali Hoti&lt;br /&gt;Youn Shikista Na Zindagi Hoti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choor Hota Na Aina Dil Ka&lt;br /&gt;Koi Lamha Na Hota Mushkil Ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum Na Milte Teri Nigaon Se&lt;br /&gt;Na Youn Do Char Hote Aahon Se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar Ke Tujh Se Wafa Mila Kya Hai?&lt;br /&gt;Too Ne Ghum K Siwa Dia Kya Hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujh Ko Un Lamhon Ki Yaad Jo Ayee Hai&lt;br /&gt;Mar Dala Teri Judayee Nai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-1316554177819419014?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/1316554177819419014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=1316554177819419014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/1316554177819419014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/1316554177819419014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2010/03/kash-hum-tum-bhi-ajnabi-hote-jis-tarah.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-4297732318341763874</id><published>2010-03-25T20:29:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:35:27.597+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i carry your heart with me&lt;br /&gt;i carry it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;i am never without it&lt;br /&gt;anywhere i go, you go my dear&lt;br /&gt;and whatever is done by only me &lt;br /&gt;is your doing, my darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear no fate&lt;br /&gt;for you are my fate, my sweet&lt;br /&gt;i want no world&lt;br /&gt;for beautiful you are my world, my true&lt;br /&gt;and it's you whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;here is the root of the root &lt;br /&gt;and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky &lt;br /&gt;of a tree called life;&lt;br /&gt;which grows higher than the soul can hope &lt;br /&gt;or mind can hide&lt;br /&gt;this is the wonder &lt;br /&gt;that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart&lt;br /&gt;i carry it in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-4297732318341763874?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/4297732318341763874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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asshole of the grandest kind&lt;br /&gt;You can withhold like it's going out of style&lt;br /&gt;You can be the moodiest baby and I've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;who is as negative as you are sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the wisest woman I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;You are the kindest soul with whom I've connected.&lt;br /&gt;You have the bravest heart that I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And I've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who's as positive as you are sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see everything, I see every part&lt;br /&gt;I see all your light and I love your dark&lt;br /&gt;I dig everything of which you're ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which I can't relate&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blame everyone else, not your own partaking&lt;br /&gt;Your passive-aggressiveness can be devastating&lt;br /&gt;You're terrified and mistrusting&lt;br /&gt;And I've never met anyone as,&lt;br /&gt;As closed down as you are sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see everything, I see every part&lt;br /&gt;I see all your light and I love your dark&lt;br /&gt;I dig everything of which you're ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which I can't relate&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you resist, persists, and speaks louder than you know&lt;br /&gt;What you resist, I love, no matter how low or high you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the funniest woman that I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;You're the dullest woman that I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;You're the most gorgeous woman that I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;And I've never met anyone as, as everything as you are sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-1833417975443498156?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-2136274827488171107</id><published>2009-07-14T17:07:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:16:18.481+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day has gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still all alone&lt;br /&gt;How could this be &lt;br /&gt;you're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;You never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Did you have to go &lt;br /&gt;and leave my world so cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;br /&gt;How did love slip away&lt;br /&gt;Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;for I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to come &lt;br /&gt;and hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your prayers&lt;br /&gt;your burdens I will bear&lt;br /&gt;But first I need your hand &lt;br /&gt;then forever can begin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-2136274827488171107?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/2136274827488171107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=2136274827488171107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/2136274827488171107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/2136274827488171107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-has-gone-im-still-all-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-527169448621637072</id><published>2009-03-05T07:28:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:12:08.371+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning I sleep alone. Sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice. Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing, "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I held the key. Next the walls were closed on me. And I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing. Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield. My missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain. Once you go there was never... never an honest word. And that was when I ruled the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the wicked and wild wind. Blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums. People couldn't believe what I'd become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionaries wait... for my head on a silver plate. Just a puppet on a lonely string. Oh who would ever want to be king!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-527169448621637072?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/527169448621637072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=527169448621637072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/527169448621637072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/527169448621637072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-used-to-rule-world.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-1037668183011774268</id><published>2009-02-28T16:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:27:01.663+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that shes back in the atmosphere with drops of Jupiter in her hair, she acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there a time to change. Since the return from her stay on the moon she listens like spring and talks like June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, did u sail across the sun? Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded, and haven is overrated? Tell me, did u fall for a shooting star, one without a permanent scar? And there you missed me while you were looking for yourself out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that she is back from that soul vacation tracing her way through the constellation, she checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo reminds me that there is a room to grow. Now that she is back in the atmosphere I'm afraid that she might think of me as "plain ol' jane told a story about man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day, and head back to the milky way? Tell me, did Venus blow your mind? Was it everything you wanted to find? And girl did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep friend chicken, your best friend always sticking out for you, even when I know you are wrong? Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five-hour phone conversation, the best soy latte that you ever had, and me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-1037668183011774268?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/1037668183011774268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=1037668183011774268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/1037668183011774268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/1037668183011774268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-that-shes-back-in-atmosphere-with.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-7036086550242366814</id><published>2009-02-03T18:50:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:51:30.128+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son&lt;br /&gt;I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol&lt;br /&gt;Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed&lt;br /&gt;Rap critics they say he's "Money Cash Hoes"&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those&lt;br /&gt;If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos&lt;br /&gt;You'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' dough&lt;br /&gt;I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward&lt;br /&gt;I got beef with radio if i don't play they show&lt;br /&gt;They don't play my hits i don't give a shit SO&lt;br /&gt;Rap mags try and use my black ass&lt;br /&gt;So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you take me as,&lt;br /&gt;Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has&lt;br /&gt;I'm from rags to ritches niggas I ain't dumb&lt;br /&gt;I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year's '94 and my trunk is raw&lt;br /&gt;In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law&lt;br /&gt;I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay.&lt;br /&gt;Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case&lt;br /&gt;So I...pull over to the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?&lt;br /&gt;"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' "&lt;br /&gt;"Liscense and registration and step out of the car"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are"&lt;br /&gt;I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit&lt;br /&gt;"Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"&lt;br /&gt;Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back&lt;br /&gt;And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?"&lt;br /&gt;"Or somebody important or somethin'?"&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Enough that you won't illegally search my shit&lt;br /&gt;"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"&lt;br /&gt;I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now once upon a time not too long ago&lt;br /&gt;A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe&lt;br /&gt;This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy&lt;br /&gt;But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform&lt;br /&gt;You know the type loud as a motor bike&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin&lt;br /&gt;He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain&lt;br /&gt;And there I go trapped in the kit kat again&lt;br /&gt;Back through the system with the riff raff again&lt;br /&gt;Fiends on the floor scratchin again&lt;br /&gt;Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them&lt;br /&gt;D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again&lt;br /&gt;Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African&lt;br /&gt;All because this fool was harrasin' them&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin&lt;br /&gt;But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun&lt;br /&gt;I got 99 problems being a bitch ain't one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-7036086550242366814?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/7036086550242366814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=7036086550242366814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/7036086550242366814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/7036086550242366814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-youre-havin-girl-problems-i-feel-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-6486828118286571067</id><published>2008-05-18T19:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:37:29.341+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dard main bheegay lab muskara jaatay hain&lt;br /&gt;beetay lamhay humain jub bhi yaad aatay hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chand lamhaat kay wastay hi sahi &lt;br /&gt;muskara ker mili thi mujhay zindagi&lt;br /&gt;teri aaghosh main din they meray katay&lt;br /&gt;teri baanhon thi meri ratain kati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaj bhi jub woh pal mujh ko yaad aatay hain&lt;br /&gt;dil say saaray ghamon ko bhula jaatay hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meray kandahay pay sir ko jhukana tera&lt;br /&gt;meeray seenay main khud ko chupana tera&lt;br /&gt;aakay meri panahon main shaam o sahar&lt;br /&gt;kaanch ki tarah woh toot jana tera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaj bhi jub woh manzar nazar aatay hain&lt;br /&gt;dil ki weeranion ko mita jatay hain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-6486828118286571067?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/6486828118286571067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=6486828118286571067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/6486828118286571067'/><link rel='self' 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who makes potions in a travelling show&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much but it's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-2463228117466055669?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/2463228117466055669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=2463228117466055669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/2463228117466055669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/2463228117466055669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-little-bit-funny-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-1082090057586153545</id><published>2007-06-19T11:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:26:46.233+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful and&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh this could be messy&lt;br /&gt;But you don't seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;Ooh don't go telling everybody&lt;br /&gt;And overlook this supposed crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll fast forward to a few years later&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows except the both of us&lt;br /&gt;And I have honored your request for silence&lt;br /&gt;And you've washed your hands clean of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're essentially an employee and I like you having to depend on me&lt;br /&gt;You're kind of my protege and one day you'll say you learned all you know from me&lt;br /&gt;I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian&lt;br /&gt;I know you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh this could get messy&lt;br /&gt;But you don't seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;Ooh don't go telling everybody&lt;br /&gt;And overlook this supposed crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll fast forward to a few years later&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows except the both of us&lt;br /&gt;I've more than honored your request for silence&lt;br /&gt;And you've washed your hands clean of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?&lt;br /&gt;What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?&lt;br /&gt;What with this distance it seems so obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you don't tell on me especially to members of your family&lt;br /&gt;We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell the world cuz you're such a pretty thing when you're done up properly&lt;br /&gt;I might want to marry you one day if you watch that weight and keep your firm body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh this could be messy and&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I don't seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;Ooh don't go telling everybody&lt;br /&gt;And overlook this supposed crime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-1082090057586153545?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/1082090057586153545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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standing here.&lt;br /&gt;Arms outstretched into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Tears drying on their face.&lt;br /&gt;He has been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers lie in shallow graves.&lt;br /&gt;Fathers lost without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;A nation blind to their disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;Since he's been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see &lt;br /&gt;no bravery,&lt;br /&gt;No bravery,&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Only sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses burnt beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of death is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;A woman weeping in despair says,&lt;br /&gt;He has been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracer lighting up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It's another families' turn to die.&lt;br /&gt;A child afraid to even cry out says,&lt;br /&gt;He has been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see no bravery,&lt;br /&gt;No bravery in your eyes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Only sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are children standing here,&lt;br /&gt;Arms outstretched into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;But no one asks the question why,&lt;br /&gt;He has been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old men kneel and accept their fate.&lt;br /&gt;Wives and daughters cut and raped.&lt;br /&gt;A generation drenched in hate.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he has been here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-8932844616780690365?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/8932844616780690365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=8932844616780690365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/8932844616780690365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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forget&lt;br /&gt;the sound that night. &lt;br /&gt;the screamin' tires, &lt;br /&gt;the bustin' glass, &lt;br /&gt;the painful scream &lt;br /&gt;that I heard last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up &lt;br /&gt;the rain was pourin' down. &lt;br /&gt;There were people &lt;br /&gt;standin' all around.&lt;br /&gt;Something warm flowing &lt;br /&gt;through my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;but somehow I found &lt;br /&gt;my baby that night.&lt;br /&gt;I lifted her head, &lt;br /&gt;she looked at me &lt;br /&gt;and said, &lt;br /&gt;hold me darling, &lt;br /&gt;just a little while. &lt;br /&gt;I held her close, &lt;br /&gt;I kissed her our last kiss. &lt;br /&gt;I found the love &lt;br /&gt;that I knew I had missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now she's gone. &lt;br /&gt;even though I hold her tight. &lt;br /&gt;I lost my love, &lt;br /&gt;my life,&lt;br /&gt;that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? &lt;br /&gt;the lord took her away from me. &lt;br /&gt;She's gone to heaven, &lt;br /&gt;so I've got to be good. &lt;br /&gt;so I can see my baby &lt;br /&gt;when I leave this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-117395065014595531?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/117395065014595531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=117395065014595531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/117395065014595531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/117395065014595531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-were-out-on-date-in-my-daddys-car.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116534368057697868</id><published>2006-12-05T23:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:34:41.116+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just remembered that time at the market&lt;br /&gt;snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart&lt;br /&gt;and rode down &lt;br /&gt;aisle 5&lt;br /&gt;you looked behind you smile back at me&lt;br /&gt;crashed into a rack full of magazines&lt;br /&gt;they asked us &lt;br /&gt;if we could leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't remember... &lt;br /&gt;what went wrong last September&lt;br /&gt;though i'm sure you'd remind me &lt;br /&gt;if you had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was &lt;br /&gt;comfortable and &lt;br /&gt;so broken in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep with this new girl i'm still getting used to&lt;br /&gt;my friends all approve &lt;br /&gt;say 'shes gonna be good for you'&lt;br /&gt;they throw me &lt;br /&gt;high fives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says the bible is all that she reads&lt;br /&gt;and prefers that I not use profanity&lt;br /&gt;your mouth was &lt;br /&gt;so dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of the party&lt;br /&gt;and she swears that she's artsy&lt;br /&gt;but you could distinguish&lt;br /&gt;Miles from Coltrane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was &lt;br /&gt;comfortable and&lt;br /&gt;so broken in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's perfect &lt;br /&gt;so flawless&lt;br /&gt;or so they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks I can't see the smile that shes faking&lt;br /&gt;and poses for pictures that aren't being taken&lt;br /&gt;I loved you&lt;br /&gt;grey sweat pants &lt;br /&gt;no makeup &lt;br /&gt;so perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was &lt;br /&gt;comfortable and&lt;br /&gt;so broken in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's perfect &lt;br /&gt;so flawless&lt;br /&gt;I'm not impressed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116534368057697868?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116534368057697868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116534368057697868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116534368057697868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116534368057697868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-remembered-that-time-at-market.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116527824055165513</id><published>2006-12-05T05:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T05:24:00.990+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saye main us kay barson ka jaga&lt;br /&gt;main so jaon&lt;br /&gt;us ki sajti sanwarti dhanak main&lt;br /&gt;main ghar banaon&lt;br /&gt;apnay ghar main kayi chaand taray utaaron sajaon&lt;br /&gt;khushbuon say bharay raston main kho jaon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rung us kay baarish main dhul kay hain khiltay&lt;br /&gt;aur nikhartay&lt;br /&gt;roop us kay zameenon kay chehron say miltay&lt;br /&gt;aur damaktay&lt;br /&gt;us kay andaaz jaisay hain mosam&lt;br /&gt;aatay jaatay&lt;br /&gt;us kay sub rung hanstay hanstay&lt;br /&gt;jagmagaatay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116527824055165513?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116527824055165513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116527824055165513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116527824055165513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116527824055165513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/12/saye-main-us-kay-barson-ka-jaga-main.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116439978472550452</id><published>2006-12-01T17:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:16:15.316+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kehtay hain keh shadi ki bunyaad sirif bay-inteha muhubbat honi chahiye, aur kuch nahin... kyonkeh agar bunyad ghalat ho to rishtay toot jatay hain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116439978472550452?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116439978472550452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116439978472550452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116439978472550452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116439978472550452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/12/kehtay-hain-keh-shadi-ki-bunyaad-sirif.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116340379276008610</id><published>2006-11-23T23:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:13:57.916+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best part of my day is when I talk to her. Just hearing her sweet voice brightens up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's upset, my world turns upside down. I loose the ability to think straight. It drives me crazy when she is behaving all cranky. I try really hard not to say anything bad, not to do anything to hurt her. I know I am not very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am close to her, that's heaven for me. I don't want anything else in the world when I am with her. That's when I wish I could stop the time. I know I tend to get out of control. I know I am not supposed to cross my boundaries. But the temptations are too strong. I just want to break all rules, go beyond all the limits, as if nothing is forbidden, there is no taboo. I just want to love her, and give her all that I have. And make her feel like a woman, though she might not be ready for that just as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, the meaning of my life, the source of my inspirations, when she says she loves me, my heart skips a beat. And then my heart starts beating really fast. I feel like the luckiest person in this whole wide world. I feel like climbing on top of a mountain and yelling, "Look, everyone, the most beautiful girl in this world loves me, she LOVES me, she loves ME!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the best thing ever happened to me. Even if she makes me cry at times, I could spend a lifetime just resting on her lap, letting her caress my hair. And that's how I want my life to end, in her arms, without any worries, any care. And last thing I want to hear before dying is that she loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am crazy about her. I realized that long ago. And I have no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116340379276008610?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116340379276008610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116340379276008610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116340379276008610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116340379276008610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-part-of-my-day-is-when-i-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter 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woh jo bhi hay &lt;br /&gt;meri ankhon main ab aa basay&lt;br /&gt;ab dil say milay us dil ki lay &lt;br /&gt;aur sur say us ka sur milay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chahta hoon poochon &lt;br /&gt;keh tu kon hay kia naam hay&lt;br /&gt;khwabon main jo aati hay &lt;br /&gt;mujh say tera kia kaam hay&lt;br /&gt;teri aankon main jo raaz hain &lt;br /&gt;meray dil nay us ko paa liya&lt;br /&gt;tery honton pay nahin kyon aaya &lt;br /&gt;woh geet jo main nay ga liya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116370098444809304?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116370098444809304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116370098444809304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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you look tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're lovely, &lt;br /&gt;with your smile so warm,&lt;br /&gt;And your cheeks so soft,&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing for me, &lt;br /&gt;but to love you!&lt;br /&gt;And the way you look tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each word, &lt;br /&gt;your tenderness grows,&lt;br /&gt;tearing my fear apart.&lt;br /&gt;And that laugh, &lt;br /&gt;that wrinkles your nose,&lt;br /&gt;touches my foolish heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely... &lt;br /&gt;never, ever change!&lt;br /&gt;Keep that breathless charm...&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please arrange it?&lt;br /&gt;'cause I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the way you look tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116340147929662229?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116340147929662229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116340147929662229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116340147929662229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116340147929662229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/11/someday-when-im-awfully-low-when-world.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116298921207930818</id><published>2006-11-08T17:29:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:33:32.430+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a man of constant sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen trouble all my day.&lt;br /&gt;I bid farewell to old Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;The place where I was born and raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For six long years I've been in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;No pleasures here on earth I found.&lt;br /&gt;For in this world I'm bound to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;I have no friends to help me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fare thee well my old lover.&lt;br /&gt;I never expect to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll die upon this train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can bury me in some deep valley.&lt;br /&gt;For many years where I may lay.&lt;br /&gt;Then you may learn to love another.&lt;br /&gt;While I am sleeping in my grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;My face you'll never see no more.&lt;br /&gt;But there is one promise that is given.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you on God's golden shore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116298921207930818?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116298921207930818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116298921207930818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116298921207930818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116298921207930818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-man-of-constant-sorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116241991132523678</id><published>2006-11-02T03:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T03:25:12.393+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>qareeb aao keh duri sahi jaaye nahin ab aur&lt;br /&gt;piyas yun dil main jaga kar duur jao nahin ab aur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh jaantay hi nahin hum &lt;br /&gt;keh hum say roothay ho kyon&lt;br /&gt;badal na jaye kahin mosam &lt;br /&gt;rahain badlo na yun&lt;br /&gt;yunhi chahoon ga hamesha tumhain &lt;br /&gt;tumhari qasam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meray honton pay tera naam hay&lt;br /&gt;sada kay liye&lt;br /&gt;meri ankhon main intezar hay&lt;br /&gt;tumhaaray liye&lt;br /&gt;basa liya hay tumhain dil main&lt;br /&gt;dharkano ki tarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116241991132523678?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116241991132523678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116241991132523678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116241991132523678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116241991132523678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/11/qareeb-aao-keh-duri-sahi-jaaye-nahin.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116236582598975368</id><published>2006-11-01T12:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:23:46.273+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She smiles up at you from within your embrace,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she's wild, and you know her grace,&lt;br /&gt;you see the bright light shining up from her face,&lt;br /&gt;Bask in the warmth of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know she is shy, she looks at the ground,&lt;br /&gt;you feel her heart shake, in your arms that surround,&lt;br /&gt;you know that to you with love she is bound.&lt;br /&gt;Win the warmth of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always has a teasing glint in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;always she will have for you a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;she'll never do things in the same way twice.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder at the warmth of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the round flesh of your mother's charms,&lt;br /&gt;with her you feel safe as in your mother's arms,&lt;br /&gt;she'll always be here, never do you harm.&lt;br /&gt;Safe in the warmth of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty is radiant, it lightens the place,&lt;br /&gt;you dream of her body, her laugh, her embrace,&lt;br /&gt;but you come no closer, just look at her face.&lt;br /&gt;Dream of the warmth of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writhes and she moans and for pity she cries,&lt;br /&gt;but you hold the reigns, it's you who decides,&lt;br /&gt;when you think it right, you let go, and she flies.&lt;br /&gt;Reign the warmth of a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116236582598975368?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116236582598975368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116236582598975368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116236582598975368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116236582598975368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/11/she-smiles-up-at-you-from-within-your.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aur samnay meray&lt;br /&gt;ek hajoom bemaani&lt;br /&gt;khwab khwab behta hay&lt;br /&gt;ek sairab behta hay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116232214681890176?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116232214681890176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116232214681890176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116232214681890176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116232214681890176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/11/chand-say-chehroon-pay-phool-say.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116190257067331848</id><published>2006-10-27T03:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T03:42:51.126+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come up to meet you, &lt;br /&gt;Tell you I'm sorry, &lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you, &lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you, &lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets, &lt;br /&gt;And ask me your questions, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go back to the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' in circles, &lt;br /&gt;Comin' up tails, &lt;br /&gt;Head's only science apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy, &lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy, &lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, take me back to the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing, &lt;br /&gt;At numbers and figures, &lt;br /&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science, &lt;br /&gt;Science and progress, &lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me, &lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, when I rush to the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' in circles, &lt;br /&gt;Chasin' tails, &lt;br /&gt;Comin' back as we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a shame for us to part. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy, &lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard. &lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' back to the start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116190257067331848?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116190257067331848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116190257067331848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116190257067331848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116190257067331848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/10/come-up-to-meet-you-tell-you-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116189613894807369</id><published>2006-10-27T01:51:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:55:40.786+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>koi faryaad teray dil main dabi ho jaisay&lt;br /&gt;tu nay aankhon say koi baat kahi ho jaisay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jagtay jagtay ik umer kati ho jaisay&lt;br /&gt;jaan baqi hay magar sans ruki ho jaisay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mulaqaat peh mehsoos yehi hota hay&lt;br /&gt;mujh say kuch teri nazar pooch rahi ho jaisay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raah chaltay howay akser yeh gumaan hota hay&lt;br /&gt;woh nazar chup kay mujhay dekh rahi ho jaisay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aik lamhay main simut aaya sadion ka safar&lt;br /&gt;zindagi tez buhut tez chali ho jaisay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is tarah pehron tujhay sochta rehta hoon main&lt;br /&gt;meri her saans teray naam likhi ho jaisay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116189613894807369?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116189613894807369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116189613894807369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116189613894807369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116189613894807369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/10/koi-faryaad-teray-dil-main-dabi-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-116060158380017447</id><published>2006-10-12T02:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:22:27.113+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I just heard the news today. Seems my life is gonna change. I close my eyes, begin to pray. Then tears of joy stream down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open... under the sunlight. Welcome to this place... I'll show you everything... with arms wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know if I'm ready to be the man I have to be. I take a breath. I take her by my side. We stand in awe. We've created life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one wish, only one demand... I hope he's not like me. I hope he understands, that he can take this life, and hold it by the hand, and he can greet the world, with arms wide open...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-116060158380017447?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/116060158380017447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=116060158380017447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116060158380017447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/116060158380017447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-i-just-heard-news-today.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115886811379165859</id><published>2006-09-22T00:47:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:53:35.516+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lay ker yaadain teri&lt;br /&gt;Ratain meri katein&lt;br /&gt;Mujh say batain teri&lt;br /&gt;Kerti hay chandni&lt;br /&gt;Tanha hay tujh bin ratain meri&lt;br /&gt;Din meray din kay jaisay nahin&lt;br /&gt;Tanha badan, tanaha hay rooh&lt;br /&gt;Num meri ankhain rahain&lt;br /&gt;Aaja meray ab roobaroo&lt;br /&gt;Jeena nahin bin teray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kub say ankhain meri&lt;br /&gt;Raah main teray bichein&lt;br /&gt;Bhoolay say hi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Tu mil jaye kahein&lt;br /&gt;Bhoolay na mujh say batain teri&lt;br /&gt;Bheegi hain her pal ankhain meri&lt;br /&gt;Kyon saans loon&lt;br /&gt;Kyon main jiyon&lt;br /&gt;Jeena bura sa lagay&lt;br /&gt;Kyon ho gaya tu bewafa&lt;br /&gt;Mujh ko bata day wajeh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115886811379165859?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115886811379165859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115886811379165859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115886811379165859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115886811379165859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/09/lay-ker-yaadain-teri-ratain-meri.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115804225541607085</id><published>2006-09-12T11:17:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:24:15.826+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tum duur thay&lt;br /&gt;to kia howa&lt;br /&gt;tum mil gaye&lt;br /&gt;to kia howa&lt;br /&gt;wiranian kum na howien&lt;br /&gt;tanha tha main&lt;br /&gt;tanha raha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek aas thi&lt;br /&gt;tum aao gay&lt;br /&gt;to zindagi khil jaye gi&lt;br /&gt;ek baar dekho gay idhar&lt;br /&gt;to roshni mil jaye gi&lt;br /&gt;jub aa gaye to kia howa&lt;br /&gt;aankhain meeri&lt;br /&gt;jalti rahein&lt;br /&gt;aur dil mera&lt;br /&gt;bujhta gaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh to koi &lt;br /&gt;milna nahin &lt;br /&gt;keh faslay hon darmian &lt;br /&gt;khamoshian donon taraf &lt;br /&gt;tanhaiyan donon taraf &lt;br /&gt;ho rasta to aik hi &lt;br /&gt;per hamsafar hon ajnabi &lt;br /&gt;kis kaam ka jeena howa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115804225541607085?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115804225541607085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115804225541607085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115804225541607085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115804225541607085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/09/tum-duur-thay-to-kia-howa-tum-mil-gaye.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115796393931696062</id><published>2006-09-11T13:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:38:59.513+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The word "love" means so much to me because of you... and your birthday brings so many reasons to be thankful for the love we share every day. I think of the quiet times when your gentle touch is there to comfort me... The fun times when your sense of humor makes our world sparkle with laughter... The growing times when we're there for each other with support in a demanding world. The meaning that you've given to the word "love" has touched my life so deeply that there really are no words to express the love I feel for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your birthday and everyday, I hope you will know just how much I love you... with all my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115796393931696062?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115796393931696062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115796393931696062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115796393931696062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115796393931696062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/09/word-love-means-so-much-to-me-because.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115693425054924167</id><published>2006-08-30T15:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T15:37:31.126+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... these guys really know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/marriage.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;And that's marriage - with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;You're serious about settling down some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115693425054924167?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115693425054924167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115693425054924167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115693425054924167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115693425054924167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115615446791510580</id><published>2006-08-21T14:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:04:19.800+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM THINKING ABOUT:&lt;br /&gt;you! always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAID:&lt;br /&gt;life is a bitch so treat it like one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO:&lt;br /&gt;live a happy life and enjoy it to the fullest under all circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH:&lt;br /&gt;i could read more books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER:&lt;br /&gt;is it real or am i dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET:&lt;br /&gt;the times when i panicked and lost my cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR:&lt;br /&gt;lots of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM:&lt;br /&gt;a guy with apparently simple but very complex personality deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE:&lt;br /&gt;only for fun, though would like to learn it properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SING:&lt;br /&gt;the songs i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRY:&lt;br /&gt;rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT:&lt;br /&gt;going to give up very easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS:&lt;br /&gt;complex machinery... work of art... what kind of question is that... stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE:&lt;br /&gt;(on my blog) stuff that interest me and my experiences that i think others can benefit from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE:&lt;br /&gt;nothing, i usually know what i am doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED:&lt;br /&gt;more travel opportunities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115615446791510580?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115615446791510580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115615446791510580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115615446791510580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115615446791510580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-thinking-about-you-always-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115529218600880179</id><published>2006-08-11T15:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:38:10.136+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round. And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found. The head nurse spoke up, said leave this one alone. She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you. I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through. I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone. I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a rich woman beg, I'll make a good woman steal. I'll make an old woman blush, and I make a young girl squeal. I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone. I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk the streets, kings and queens step aside. Every woman I meet, they all stay satisfied. I wanna tell you pretty baby, what I see I make my own. I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115529218600880179?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115529218600880179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115529218600880179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115529218600880179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115529218600880179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-day-i-was-born-nurses-all-gathered.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115373537168373303</id><published>2006-07-24T14:57:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:02:52.033+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were &lt;br /&gt;in my heart &lt;br /&gt;I'd surely &lt;br /&gt;not break you. &lt;br /&gt;If you were &lt;br /&gt;beside me &lt;br /&gt;and my love &lt;br /&gt;would take you. &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you &lt;br /&gt;in safety &lt;br /&gt;forever &lt;br /&gt;protect you. &lt;br /&gt;I'll hide you &lt;br /&gt;away from &lt;br /&gt;the world you &lt;br /&gt;rejected. &lt;br /&gt;I'll hide you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115373537168373303?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115373537168373303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115373537168373303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115373537168373303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115373537168373303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-were-in-my-heart-id-surely-not.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115355243802030413</id><published>2006-07-22T11:52:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:14:03.853+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that you're out of my life, I'm so much better.&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be weak without you, but I'm stronger.&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be broke without you, but I'm richer.&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be sad without you, I laugh harder.&lt;br /&gt;You thought I wouldn't grow without you, now I'm wiser.&lt;br /&gt;Though that I'd be helpless without you, but I'm smarter.&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be stressed without you, but I'm chillin'.&lt;br /&gt;You thought I wouldn't sell without you, sold 9 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't breathe without you, I'm inhaling.&lt;br /&gt;You thought I couldn't see without you, perfect vision!&lt;br /&gt;You thought I couldn't last without you, but I'm lastin'.&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I would die without you, but I'm livin'.&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I would fail without you, but I'm on top.&lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be over by now, but it won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I would self destruct, but I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;Even in my years to come, I'm still gonna be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the darkness and sadness, soon comes happiness.&lt;br /&gt;If I surround myself with positive things, I'll gain prosperity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115355243802030413?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115355243802030413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115355243802030413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115355243802030413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115355243802030413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/07/now-that-youre-out-of-my-life-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115278304831940073</id><published>2006-07-13T14:24:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:30:48.563+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa... thats way off track what i have majored in... but all of these fields do attract me alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Innovating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/innovating.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the master of new ideas, techniques, and ways of looking at things.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at structuring thoughts, decision making, clarifying, and making deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing&lt;br /&gt;Psychology&lt;br /&gt;Desgin&lt;br /&gt;Cognitive Science &lt;br /&gt;Economics&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115278304831940073?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115278304831940073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115278304831940073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115278304831940073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115278304831940073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/07/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115278251128132676</id><published>2006-07-13T14:19:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:21:51.540+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know how true that is, but sometimes i get this urge of behaving like a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 96% Gentleman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagentlemanquiz/gentleman-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, you are a total gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;You please the pickiest ladies, and you make everyone in a room feel comfortable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagentlemanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Gentleman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115278251128132676?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115278251128132676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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magazines&lt;br /&gt;Make it look whiter than it seems&lt;br /&gt;Paint me over with your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Shove away my ethnicity&lt;br /&gt;Burn every notion that I may have a flame inside to fight&lt;br /&gt;And say just what is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Without offending your might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you&lt;br /&gt;But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do&lt;br /&gt;So say what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her face outside today&lt;br /&gt;Weatherworn, looking all the rage&lt;br /&gt;They took her passion and her gaze and made a poster&lt;br /&gt;Now it's moccasins we sport&lt;br /&gt;We take the culture and contort&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps only to distort what we are hiding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115261839578191114?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115261839578191114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115261839578191114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115261839578191114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115261839578191114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/07/paint-my-face-in-your-magazines-make.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115234493460661935</id><published>2006-07-08T12:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T12:51:40.266+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Then the rainstorm came over me. And I felt my spirit break. I had lost all of my belief, you see. And realized my mistake. But time threw a prayer to me. And all around me became still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need love. Love's divine. Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind. Give me love. Love is what I need to help me know my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the rainstorm came sanctuary. And I felt my spirit fly. I had found all of my reality. I realize what it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115234493460661935?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115234493460661935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115234493460661935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115234493460661935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115234493460661935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/07/then-rainstorm-came-over-me.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115166652527786281</id><published>2006-06-30T16:15:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:22:06.396+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. I don't have much money but boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again, no! Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show. I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do. My gift is my song, and this one's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody, this is your song. It may be quite simple, but now that it's done. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words. How wonderful life is while you're in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss. Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross. But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do. You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue. Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115166652527786281?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115166652527786281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115166652527786281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115166652527786281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115166652527786281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-little-bit-funny-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115135001120012872</id><published>2006-06-27T00:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:26:51.646+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tum chupa na sako gi main woh raaz hoon&lt;br /&gt;Tum bhula na sako gi woh andaaz hoon&lt;br /&gt;Goonjta hoon dil main to hairan ho kyon&lt;br /&gt;Main tumharay hi dil ki to awaaz hoon&lt;br /&gt;Sun sako to suno, dharkanon ki zubaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main hi main ab tumharay khayaalon main hoon&lt;br /&gt;Main jawabon main hoon main sawaalon main hoon&lt;br /&gt;Main tumharay her ek khwab main hoon basa&lt;br /&gt;Main tumhari nazar kay ujaalon main hoon&lt;br /&gt;Dekhti ho mujhay dekhti ho jahaan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115135001120012872?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115135001120012872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115135001120012872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115135001120012872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115135001120012872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/06/tum-chupa-na-sako-gi-main-woh-raaz.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115127428863928449</id><published>2006-06-26T03:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T03:24:48.933+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boobs... who's not attracted to boobs... yeah baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1112666775cleavage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Boobs&lt;/b&gt;. You are attracted to: boobs. 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href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/06/boobs.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-115071304416300528</id><published>2006-06-19T15:29:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:30:44.520+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muhabbat to hum nain bhi ki thi&lt;br /&gt;josh main nahin&lt;br /&gt;hosh main ki thi&lt;br /&gt;hamain ma'aloom tha&lt;br /&gt;woh kabhi&lt;br /&gt;hamara nahin ho sakta&lt;br /&gt;jeenay ka&lt;br /&gt;sahara nahin ho sakta&lt;br /&gt;us ka meray saath&lt;br /&gt;guzara nahin ho sakta&lt;br /&gt;jeewan ki andheri raat main&lt;br /&gt;sawera nahin ho sakta&lt;br /&gt;yeh jaan ker bhi&lt;br /&gt;sub kuch pechaan ker bhi&lt;br /&gt;us ajnabi say&lt;br /&gt;muhabbat hum nain ki thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamain pata tha&lt;br /&gt;is muhabbat ka anjaam&lt;br /&gt;gham kay siwa&lt;br /&gt;kuch nahin hoga&lt;br /&gt;zindagi ki weeran rahon main&lt;br /&gt;kaanton kay siwa&lt;br /&gt;kuch nahin hoga&lt;br /&gt;meray khwaabon main&lt;br /&gt;us chand say chehray kay siwa&lt;br /&gt;kuch nahin hoga&lt;br /&gt;har pal khayalon main&lt;br /&gt;un jheel si aankhon kay siwa&lt;br /&gt;kuch nahin hoga&lt;br /&gt;aur meri aankhon main&lt;br /&gt;aansoon kay siwa&lt;br /&gt;kuch nahin hoga&lt;br /&gt;phir bhi janay kyon&lt;br /&gt;us jalti howi aag say&lt;br /&gt;muhabbat hum nain ki thi&lt;br /&gt;jaan boojh ker&lt;br /&gt;soch samajh ker ki thi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-115071304416300528?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/115071304416300528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=115071304416300528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115071304416300528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/115071304416300528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/06/muhabbat-to-hum-nain-bhi-ki-thi-josh.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-114974148726421482</id><published>2006-06-08T09:35:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:38:07.560+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I had a magic wand&lt;br /&gt;that I could just wave in your direction&lt;br /&gt;and make everything "all better."&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a sprinkle of stardust&lt;br /&gt;that would erase every problem&lt;br /&gt;that's come your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could get my hands on a magic lamp &lt;br /&gt;and rub it until a genie appeared,&lt;br /&gt;I would ask for an end to all your cares&lt;br /&gt;and the beginning of great happiness for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have any magic,&lt;br /&gt;but if deep feelings and warm thoughts can help,&lt;br /&gt;there's definitely some wonder-working stuff headed your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-114974148726421482?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/114974148726421482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=114974148726421482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114974148726421482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114974148726421482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wish-i-had-magic-wand-that-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-114893163696250668</id><published>2006-05-30T00:32:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:40:37.406+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my foundation was rocked &lt;br /&gt;my tried and true way to deal was to vanish&lt;br /&gt;my departures were old &lt;br /&gt;I stood in the room shaking in my boots&lt;br /&gt;at that particular time love had challenged me to stay&lt;br /&gt;at that particular moment I knew not to run away again&lt;br /&gt;that particular month I was ready to investigate with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we thought a break would be good &lt;br /&gt;for four months we sat and vacillated&lt;br /&gt;we thought a small time apart would clear up the doubts that were abounding&lt;br /&gt;at that particular time love encouraged me to wait&lt;br /&gt;at that particular moment it helped me to be patient&lt;br /&gt;that particular month we needed time to marinate in what "us" meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted for you what you've wanted for yourself&lt;br /&gt;and yet I wanted to save us high water or hell&lt;br /&gt;and I kept on ignoring the ambivalence you felt&lt;br /&gt;and in the meantime I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knew you needed more time&lt;br /&gt;time spent alone with no distraction&lt;br /&gt;you felt you needed to fly solo and high to define what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;at that particular time love encouraged me to leave&lt;br /&gt;at that particular moment I knew staying with you meant deserting me&lt;br /&gt;that particular month was harder than you'd believe but I still left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-114893163696250668?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/114893163696250668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=114893163696250668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114893163696250668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114893163696250668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-foundation-was-rocked-my-tried-and.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-114637304813447805</id><published>2006-04-30T09:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:01:04.696+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've already lost you. I think you're already gone. I think I'm finally scared now. You think I'm weak, I think you're wrong. I think you're already leaving. Feels like your hand is on the door. I thought this place was an empire. Now I'm relaxed, I can't be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're so mean. I think we should try. I think I could need this in my life. And I think I'm scared. I think too much. I know it's wrong, it's a problem I'm dealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone, maybe it's time to come home. There's an awful lot of breathing room, but I can hardly move. If you're gone, baby you need to come home. There's a little bit of something me, and everything in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're hard to get over. I bet the moon just won't shine. I bet my hands I can stay here. And I bet you need more than you mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think you're so mean. I think we should try. I think I could need this in my life. I think I'm just scared that I know too much. I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gone, maybe it's time to come home. There's an awful lot of breathing room, but I can hardly move. If you're gone, baby you need to come home. There's a little bit of something me in everything in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-114637304813447805?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/114637304813447805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=114637304813447805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114637304813447805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114637304813447805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-ive-already-lost-you.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-114556288177391882</id><published>2006-04-21T00:52:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:54:41.800+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tu bin bataye&lt;br /&gt;Mujhay lay chal kahin&lt;br /&gt;Jahan tu muskuraye&lt;br /&gt;Meri manzil wahin&lt;br /&gt;Meethi lagi&lt;br /&gt;Chakh kay dekhi abhi&lt;br /&gt;Mishri ki dali&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ho chali&lt;br /&gt;Jahan hain teri bahain&lt;br /&gt;Mera sahil wahin&lt;br /&gt;Tu bin bataye&lt;br /&gt;Mujhay lay chal kahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun ki gali&lt;br /&gt;Tu phuaron si aa&lt;br /&gt;Bheeg jaye meray&lt;br /&gt;Khwabon ka kafila&lt;br /&gt;Jisay tu gungunaye&lt;br /&gt;Meri dhun hay wohi&lt;br /&gt;Tu bin bataye&lt;br /&gt;Mujhay lay chal kahin&lt;br /&gt;Jahan tu muskuraye&lt;br /&gt;Meri manzil wahin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-114556288177391882?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/114556288177391882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=114556288177391882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114556288177391882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114556288177391882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/04/tu-bin-bataye-mujhay-lay-chal-kahin.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-114504885734594219</id><published>2006-04-15T02:02:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T02:07:37.356+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a resaon for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-114504885734594219?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/114504885734594219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=114504885734594219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114504885734594219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114504885734594219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-perfect-person-theres-many.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-114112145267218413</id><published>2006-02-28T15:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:10:52.690+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can be an asshole of the grandest kind&lt;br /&gt;I can withhold like it’s going out of style&lt;br /&gt;I can be the moodiest baby and you’ve never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;who is as negative as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wisest woman you've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected.&lt;br /&gt;I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who's as positive as I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything, you see every part&lt;br /&gt;You see all my light and you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;You dig everything of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which you can’t relate&lt;br /&gt;And you’re still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame everyone else, not my own partaking&lt;br /&gt;My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified and mistrusting&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve never met anyone as,&lt;br /&gt;As closed down as I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything, you see every part&lt;br /&gt;You see all my light and you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;You dig everything of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which you can’t relate&lt;br /&gt;And you’re still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know&lt;br /&gt;What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the funniest woman you've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;I am the dullest woman you've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the most gorgeous woman you've ever known&lt;br /&gt;And you've never met anyone as, as everything as I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything, you see every part&lt;br /&gt;You see all my light and you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;You dig everything of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which you can’t relate&lt;br /&gt;And you’re still here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-114112145267218413?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/114112145267218413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=114112145267218413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114112145267218413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114112145267218413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-can-be-asshole-of-grandest-kind-i.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-114007115925442192</id><published>2006-02-16T11:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:27:47.516+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gave the most lovely valentine's day card to my sweetheart. It said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told you so many times that I love you, and I do, but I wish I had another way to express it, a way no one else in the world uses. If only I could create a star just for you, brighter and more beautiful than others, it might give you an idea of how you light up my existence. Or, if I could give you your own personal rainbow with each color representing a facet of you that enchants me, it might come close to showing you how much color you bring in my life. If only it were possible, to take all the feelings I have for you and mould them into a sunbeam which would keep u warm forever. Then you will know without the slightest doubt, what a difference you make in this world, what a difference you make to me. Happy valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, I wrote the following message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, truth is that words can never truly express my love for you. It can only be felt when I talk to you, when I look at you, when I touch you, and when I just say I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-114007115925442192?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/114007115925442192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=114007115925442192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114007115925442192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/114007115925442192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-gave-most-lovely-valentines-day-card.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113508475699912520</id><published>2005-12-20T18:13:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:19:17.010+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dekho&lt;br /&gt;kaisay&lt;br /&gt;parbat say badal gaye&lt;br /&gt;barsain gay&lt;br /&gt;yeh ab kahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekho&lt;br /&gt;kaisay&lt;br /&gt;phoolon say khushbu gayi&lt;br /&gt;mahkain gay&lt;br /&gt;yeh ab kahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukh bun gaye sapnay&lt;br /&gt;sub kho gaye apnay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dil bujh gaya&lt;br /&gt;ghar jal gaya&lt;br /&gt;najanay kyon&lt;br /&gt;najanay kyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaadon ka phir&lt;br /&gt;aanchal ura&lt;br /&gt;najanay kyon&lt;br /&gt;najanay kyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekho&lt;br /&gt;kaisay&lt;br /&gt;raaton say jugnoo gaye&lt;br /&gt;chamkain gay&lt;br /&gt;yeh ab kahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyon so gayein shamain&lt;br /&gt;kut na sakein ratain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dil bujh gaya&lt;br /&gt;ghar jal gaya&lt;br /&gt;najanay kyon&lt;br /&gt;najanay kyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaadon ka phir&lt;br /&gt;aanchal ura&lt;br /&gt;najanay kyon&lt;br /&gt;najanay kyon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113508475699912520?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113508475699912520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113508475699912520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113508475699912520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113508475699912520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/12/dekho-kaisay-parbat-say-badal-gaye.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113378416121863904</id><published>2005-12-05T17:02:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:02:41.230+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113378416121863904?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113378416121863904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113378416121863904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113378416121863904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113378416121863904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-too-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113352666556917488</id><published>2005-12-02T17:26:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:31:05.570+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall. Mama’s in the kitchen, baby and all. Everything is everything. But you’re missing. Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair. Papers on the doorstep, but you’re not there. Everything is everything. But you’re missing. Pictures on the nightstand, tv’s on in the den. Your house is waiting, for you to walk in. But you’re missing. When I shut out the lights you’re missing. When I close my eyes you’re missing. When I see the sun rise you’re missing. Children are asking if it’s alright, will you be in our arms tonight? Morning is morning, the evening falls. I got too much room in my bed. Too many phone calls, how’s everything, everything? Everything, everything. But you’re missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s drifting in heaven, devil’s in the mailbox. I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113352666556917488?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113352666556917488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113352666556917488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113352666556917488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113352666556917488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/12/shirts-in-closet-shoes-in-hall.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113352604654072718</id><published>2005-12-02T17:14:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:20:46.553+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Chicago, you'll never guess. You know the girl you said I'd meet someday? Well I got something to confess... she picked me up on Friday, asked me if she reminded me of you. I just laughed and lit a cigarette, said "That's impossible to do." Life's gotten simple since, and it fluctuates so much. Happy and sad and back again. I'm not crying now too much. I think about you all the time. It's strange and hard to deal. I think about you lying there, and those blankets lie so still. Nothing moves out here in the cold, nothing breathes or even smiles. I've been thinking some of suicide, but there's bars out here for miles. Sorry about the every kiss, every kiss you wasted bad. I think the thing you said was true, I'm gonna die alone and sad. The wind's feelin' real these days, yeah and baby it hurts me some...&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd feel so blue, New York City you're almost gone. I think that I've fallen out of love...with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113352604654072718?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113352604654072718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113352604654072718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113352604654072718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113352604654072718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-chicago-youll-never-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113351984547328428</id><published>2005-12-02T15:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:37:25.486+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Invisible Ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/invisible-ex.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so over your ex, you hardly even remember you have an ex&lt;br /&gt;You prefer leave all of the baggage behind you - far, far behind&lt;br /&gt;As they say, indifference is the opposite of love!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Ex Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113351984547328428?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113351984547328428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113351984547328428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113351984547328428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113351984547328428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-invisible-ex-youre-so-over.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113334736699111555</id><published>2005-11-30T15:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:42:47.003+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Kestrachern6/1122096849_pringSmile.JPG" border="0" alt="Sleepless"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You, actually, dont sleep.  There are just too many&lt;br&gt;things for you to do and see!  Why spend half&lt;br&gt;your life lying in bed instead of enjoying&lt;br&gt;everything life has to offer?!  Its not that&lt;br&gt;you are ridiculously hyper (usually), you just&lt;br&gt;have a far greater appreciation for life than&lt;br&gt;most people.  Chances are youre very optimistic&lt;br&gt;and probably a little bit random sometimes, but&lt;br&gt;people love you for your happiness.  Keep&lt;br&gt;smiling! Make someone's day! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kestrachern6/quizzes/How%20do%20you%20Sleep%3F%20(Anime%20Pics)/"&gt; How do you Sleep? (Anime Pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113334736699111555?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113334736699111555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113334736699111555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113334736699111555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113334736699111555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-actually-dont-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113299183731259174</id><published>2005-11-26T12:50:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:57:17.323+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a thousand words that I could say to make you come home. Oh, seems so long ago you walked away, left me alone. I remember what you said to me. You were acting so strange. And maybe I was too blind to see that you needed a change. Was it something I said to make you turn away, to make you walk out and leave me cold? If I could just find a way to make it so that you were right here. But right now, I've been sitting here. Can't get you off my mind. I've tried my best to be a man and be strong. I've drove myself insane. Wishing I could touch your face. But the truth remains, you're gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make excuses, baby. Won't change the fact that you're gone. But if there's something that I could do, Won't you please let me know? Time is passing so slowly now. Guess that's my life without you. And maybe I could change my every day, but baby I don't want to. So I'll just hang around, and find some things to do, to take my mind off missing you. And I know in my heart, you can't say that you don't love me too. Please say you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113299183731259174?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113299183731259174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113299183731259174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113299183731259174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113299183731259174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/11/theres-thousand-words-that-i-could-say.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113292420653721561</id><published>2005-11-25T18:09:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:10:06.550+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;You have a sexual hidden talent&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a sexual hidden talent.  You might not look it but you are a dynamo in bed.  Most of your lovers think that it is from years of practice, but really, you were just born with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=4"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113292420653721561?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113292420653721561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113292420653721561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113292420653721561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113292420653721561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-have-sexual-hidden-talent-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113265904821647128</id><published>2005-11-22T16:30:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:30:48.226+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Satine/1035726539_pphire-far.jpg" border="0" alt="Sapphire"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a Sapphire. You seem to be unreachable, but&lt;br&gt;deep inside, you are really a nice and warm&lt;br&gt;person. You are elegant and get along well with&lt;br&gt;people once you know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Satine/quizzes/What%20Jewel%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; What Jewel Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113265904821647128?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113265904821647128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113265904821647128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113265904821647128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113265904821647128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-sapphire.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113257006588723338</id><published>2005-11-21T15:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:47:45.896+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Green eyes... yeah that would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Striking attractiveness and danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A vivid inner world&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113257006588723338?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113257006588723338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113257006588723338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113257006588723338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113257006588723338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/11/green-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-113251323449774412</id><published>2005-11-20T23:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:58:25.666+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't tell me to stop. Tell the rain not to drop. Tell the wind not to blow, 'cause you said so. Tell the sun not to shine, not to get up this time. Let it fall, by the way. But don't leave me where I lay down. Tell me love isn't true, it's just something that we do. Tell me everything I'm not, but please don't tell me to stop. Tell the leaves not to turn, but don't ever tell me I'll learn. Take the black off a crow, but don't tell me I have to grow. Tell the bed not to lay, like the open mouth of a grave. Not to stare up at me, like a calf down on its knees. Tell me love isn't true, it's just something that we do. Tell me everything I'm not, but don't ever tell me to stop. Don't you ever tell me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-113251323449774412?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/113251323449774412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=113251323449774412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113251323449774412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/113251323449774412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-tell-me-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-112229617675937521</id><published>2005-07-25T17:55:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:56:16.766+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Japanese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/japanese.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cutting edge, and you are ready to delve into wacky Japanese culture.&lt;br /&gt;From Engrish to eating contests, you're born to be a crazy gaijin. Saiko!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-112229617675937521?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/112229617675937521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=112229617675937521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/112229617675937521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/112229617675937521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-should-learn-japanese-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-112210818112846336</id><published>2005-07-23T13:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T13:43:01.133+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-112210818112846336?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/112210818112846336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=112210818112846336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/112210818112846336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/112210818112846336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-hidden-talentyou-are-both-very.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-112210787026778994</id><published>2005-07-23T13:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T13:37:50.273+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so true. Starbucks frappacino is my favorite coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DABB99" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAD3B8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/coffeequiz/frappacino.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/coffeequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-112210787026778994?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/112210787026778994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=112210787026778994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/112210787026778994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/112210787026778994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-so-true.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111968418942561636</id><published>2005-06-25T12:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:23:09.430+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFA5B2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Part Passionate Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/passionate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is about all about following your urges&lt;br /&gt;         If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story&lt;br /&gt;         You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses&lt;br /&gt;         A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFA5B2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Part Romantic Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/romantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance&lt;br /&gt;         You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea&lt;br /&gt;         The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood&lt;br /&gt;         It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111968418942561636?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111968418942561636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111968418942561636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111968418942561636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111968418942561636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/06/part-passionate-kisser-for-you-kissing.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111953439026876651</id><published>2005-06-23T18:39:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:46:30.276+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that's absolutely true... sexy bellies drive me crazy, but the one in picture is disgusting. &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v672/selements/poster1.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, on the other hand, is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1112666899vida_guerra026.JPG'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Abs/Stomach&lt;/b&gt;. You are attracted to: the abs/stomach. You are a abs/stomach guy/gurl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Abs/Stomach&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Boobs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Butt&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Penis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=21097'&gt;What Body Part Are You Attracted To?(pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111953439026876651?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111953439026876651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111953439026876651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111953439026876651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111953439026876651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/06/thats-absolutely-true.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111927448697288503</id><published>2005-06-20T18:33:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:34:46.976+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hardly ever remember my dreams, so... whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Dreams Mean...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/dreams/okay.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams seem to show that you're a bit disturbed... but nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are very content in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Dreams Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111927448697288503?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111927448697288503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111927448697288503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111927448697288503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111927448697288503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hardly-ever-remember-my-dreams-so.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111847018620108779</id><published>2005-06-11T10:58:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:09:46.206+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while, since I could hold my head up high. And it's been a while, since I first saw you. It's been a while, since i could stand on my own two feet again. And it's been a while, since I could call you. But everything I can't remember, as fucked up as it may seem, the consequences that I've rendered, I've stretched myself beyond my means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while, since i could say that i wasn't addicted. And it's been a while, since I could say I love myself as well. And it's been a while, since I've gone and fucked things up just like i always do. It's been a while, but all that shit seems to disappear when i'm with you. But everything I can't remember, as fucked up as it may seem, the consequences that I've rendered, I've gone and fucked things up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must i feel this way? Just make this go away. Just one more peaceful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while, since I could lok at myself straight. And it's been a while, since i said i'm sorry. It's been a while, since I've seen the way the candles light your face. It's been a while, but I can still remember just the way you taste. But everything I can't remember, as fucked up as it may seem, I know it's me. I cannot blame this on my father. He did the best he could for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while, since I could hold my head up high. And it's been a while, since I said I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111847018620108779?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111847018620108779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111847018620108779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111847018620108779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111847018620108779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-while-since-i-could-hold-my.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111787604739659718</id><published>2005-06-04T14:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:07:27.403+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1115045647chocolate.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;. You are Chocolate!  Sweet, sexy, and a little exotic, you are the favorite flavor of lovers, kids, womankind, and just about anyone who isn't allergic.  Who can resist your irresistably delicious taste and bonus aphrodesiac?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chocolate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Caramel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Coffee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Vanilla&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Orange&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Peppermint&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=31304'&gt;What&amp;#039;s Your Flavor... Tell me what&amp;#039;s your flavor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111787604739659718?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111787604739659718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111787604739659718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111787604739659718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111787604739659718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-scored-as-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111710777426703121</id><published>2005-05-26T16:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:42:54.276+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1113109050cultural creative.JPG'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Cultural Creative&lt;/b&gt;. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cultural Creative&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Existentialist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Modernist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fundamentalist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Postmodernist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Idealist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Romanticist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Materialist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='6' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;6%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=23320'&gt;What is Your World View? (updated)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111710777426703121?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111710777426703121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111710777426703121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111710777426703121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111710777426703121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-scored-as-cultural-creative.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111710381163311886</id><published>2005-05-26T15:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:36:51.636+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1115499360_A_loyal.JPG" border="0" alt="Loyal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You need someone loyal.&lt;br&gt;People have let you down since forever and you&lt;br&gt;have always been left by yourself. Your life&lt;br&gt;spark is now barely flickering and there is a&lt;br&gt;big feeling of emptiness and hopelessness. You&lt;br&gt;don't know what to do anymore in your life and&lt;br&gt;everything has a sense of meaningless to it.&lt;br&gt;Though you're not only sad, you also carry hate&lt;br&gt;and many grudges on people. You have a hard&lt;br&gt;time letting people in, but with your history&lt;br&gt;you don't even desire that so much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Do%20You%20Need%20in%20Your%20Life%3F%20%5Bdark%20pics%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Do You Need in Your Life? 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href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-need-someone-loyal.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111702442769744377</id><published>2005-05-25T17:33:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:33:47.700+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somebody wrote this for somebody... i wish somebody would have written it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a boy&lt;br /&gt;a nice and bad boy&lt;br /&gt;he'll give me his favorite sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;he'll stay home and watch movies he doesnt even want to watchwith me&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he'll tell me he loves it, even though he doesnt&lt;br /&gt;he'll call me at 3 a.m and tells me he loves me&lt;br /&gt;he'll tell me he couldn't fall asleep because he was thinking about me;&lt;br /&gt;and needed to hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;he'll IM me everyday before school saying "have a great day babe, i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he always whispers something sweet in my ear&lt;br /&gt;he'll take me to a concert to see his favorite band&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he wont get embarrassed to tell me he loves me infront of his friends&lt;br /&gt;when i cry he'll tell me i'm to beautiful to cry, and kiss away every tear&lt;br /&gt;he'll always make me feel better because he has all the right things to say&lt;br /&gt;all his friends will know we're in love because he talks about it with them&lt;br /&gt;he'll stay up with me all night when i'm sick&lt;br /&gt;when we're walking together, he'll stop and pick up a flower&lt;br /&gt;and put it behind my ear&lt;br /&gt;he'll love everything about me, and tell me that i'm perfect&lt;br /&gt;we always end up laughing about silly fights&lt;br /&gt;we wont get mad at making fun of eachother,&lt;br /&gt;because we laugh at every bit of it&lt;br /&gt;he'll surprise me by bringing me my favorite food when i'm having a bad day&lt;br /&gt;whenever we went out for ice cream, he'd put some on my nose...&lt;br /&gt;then i'll put some all over his face&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we just never stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn't be scared to cry infront of me,&lt;br /&gt;and he'll hold me when i cry&lt;br /&gt;he'll introduce me to my friends as "the most beautiful girl he's ever met"&lt;br /&gt;he would take walks with me in the snow, and we'd catch snowflakes on our tongues&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we'd always take pictures in photo booths&lt;br /&gt;he'll let me go places with his mom&lt;br /&gt;we would play tag and not care who's watching&lt;br /&gt;we'd kiss in the rain&lt;br /&gt;and when i hear him speak, i'll fall in love all over again&lt;br /&gt;i want a boy who can argue over stupid things with me,&lt;br /&gt;and then go totally soft when i got sad and apologize&lt;br /&gt;i want someone who will lay outside with me and look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;someone that will squirt me with waterguns inside of the house&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to be there, no matter what, always and forever&lt;br /&gt;i'll be his everything, and he'll be even more to me&lt;br /&gt;he will love me for always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111702442769744377?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111702442769744377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111702442769744377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111702442769744377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111702442769744377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/05/somebody-wrote-this-for-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111684599631106217</id><published>2005-05-23T15:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:59:56.316+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars Horoscope for Libra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/swhoroscopes/libra.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on a lifelong pursuit of justice and determined to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;You convey the art of persuasion through force.&lt;br /&gt;You always display your supreme intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;You have a great talent in obtaining balance between yourself and your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star wars character you are most like: Obi Wan Kenobie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/starwarshoroscopes/"&gt;What is Your Star Wars Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111684599631106217?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111684599631106217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111684599631106217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111684599631106217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111684599631106217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-horoscope-for-libra-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111604988974571031</id><published>2005-05-14T10:50:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T10:51:29.750+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Path Number Is 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  9  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keys your Life Path are compassion, generosity, and a very humanitarian attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very trustworthy, honorable, and unlikely to harbor any sort of prejudice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this is a rather tall order, but you are, in fact, a person that feels very deeply for individuals less fortunate than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in a position to help, you certainly will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be quite sensitive, as you see the world with much feeling and compassion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9, being the highest of the single digit numbers, holds an elevated position and poses certain responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your purpose of life is of a philosophical nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judges, spiritual leaders, healers and educators frequently have much 9 energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material gains are not overly important to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a very selfless attitude and will give up of material possessions for the common good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire to help others, especially the troubled or underprivileged, is strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are apt to frequently find yourself being used and let down by others, as your generosity is misused and abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your very deep understanding of life is sometimes manifested in the artistic and literary fields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you may be able to express your deep emotional feelings through painting, writing, music, or other art forms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, however, there if a great deal of difficulty finding a suitable outlet for the your Life Path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually well suited to the helping and healing professions... but less inclined to the competitive business environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to make friends very easily, as people are attracted to your magnetic, open personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a special gift of understanding people, which if used correctly can be of great benefit to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your interest in people tends to make you quite social. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just naturally like you because you are so sympathetic, tolerant and broad-minded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, you are a romantic that can get lost in your loves and passions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships can be difficult for you, however, because it is hard to strike a balance that will work effectively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your partner is one sharing your giving attitudes, the relationship will be happy and lasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if you choose a partner whose focus is on material issues, problems will arise quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As do all the life path numbers, the 9 has its negative side, and because of the demanding nature of the truly positive 9, many tend to fail in this category. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not uncommon for persons with the 9 life path to fight the realities and challenges of purpose imposed... because selflessness is not an easy trait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have difficulty believing that giving and a lack of personal ambition can be satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must accept that little long-term satisfaction and happiness is to be gained by rejecting the natural humanitarian inclinations of your path.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/lifepathnumber/"&gt;What Is Your Life Path Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111604988974571031?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111604988974571031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111604988974571031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111604988974571031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111604988974571031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111601096017538950</id><published>2005-05-13T23:41:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T10:56:21.380+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>agar kabhi meri yaad aaye&lt;br /&gt;to chand raton ki dilgeer roshni main&lt;br /&gt;kisi sitaray ko daikh laina&lt;br /&gt;agar woh nakhl-e-falak say ur ker &lt;br /&gt;tumharay qadmon main aa giray &lt;br /&gt;to yeh jaan laina&lt;br /&gt;woh istaara tha meray dil ka&lt;br /&gt;agar na aaye....&lt;br /&gt;magar yeh mumkin hi kis tarah hay&lt;br /&gt;keh kisi per nigah dalo&lt;br /&gt;to us ki deewar-e-jaan na tootay&lt;br /&gt;woh apni hasti na bhool jaye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agar kabhi meri yaad aaye&lt;br /&gt;garaiz kerti hawa ki lehron peh haath rakhna&lt;br /&gt;main khushbuon main tumhain milon ga&lt;br /&gt;mujhay gulabon ki pation main talash kerna&lt;br /&gt;main aus qatray kay aayinay main tumhain milon ga&lt;br /&gt;agar sitaron main, aus khushbuon main&lt;br /&gt;nay pao mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;to apnay qadmon main daikh laina&lt;br /&gt;main gard hoti musafaton main tumhain milon ga&lt;br /&gt;kahin peh roshan charagh dekho to jaan laina&lt;br /&gt;keh her patangay keh saath main bhi sulag chuka hoon&lt;br /&gt;tum apnay hathon say un patangon ki khaak&lt;br /&gt;daria main daal daina&lt;br /&gt;main khaak bun ker samundaron main safar karoon ga&lt;br /&gt;kisi na daikhay howay jazeeray per ruk ker&lt;br /&gt;tumhain sadayain doon ga&lt;br /&gt;samundaron kay safar per niklo&lt;br /&gt;to us jazeeray peh bhi utarna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111601096017538950?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111587193056607322</id><published>2005-05-12T09:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:25:30.573+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my search for freedom, and peace of mind, I’ve left the memories behind. Wanna start a new life, but it seems to be rather absurd, when I know the truth is that I always think of you. Someday, someway, together we will be baby. I will take and you will take your time. We’ll wait for our fate. Cos’ nobody owns us baby. We can shake, we can shake the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to throw the picture out of my mind. Try to leave the memories behind. Here by the ocean, wave’s carry voices from you. Do you know the truth? I am thinking of you too. The love we had together, just fades away in time. And now you’ve got your own world. And I guess I’ve got mine. But the passion that you planted, in the middle of my heart, is a passion that will never stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111587193056607322?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111587193056607322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111587193056607322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111587193056607322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111587193056607322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-my-search-for-freedom-and-peace-of.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111581499899717896</id><published>2005-05-11T17:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T17:36:39.003+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DAE1F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Quite Open Minded About Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ECF0FC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/quite-open-minded.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total wild child in the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally experimental, who knows what you'll try next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you do draw the line at anything too extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex is about pleasure - not mind games&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/openmindedaboutsexquiz"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Open Minded Are You About Sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111581499899717896?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111503842367410927</id><published>2005-05-02T17:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:53:43.676+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spot on... i think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: October 18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday on the 18th day of the month suggests than you are one who can work well with a group, but still remain someone who needs to maintain individual identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a humanistic or philanthropic approach to business circumstances in which you find yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have good executive abilities, as you are very much the organizer and administrator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are broad-minded, tolerant and generous; a compassionate person that can inspire others with imaginative ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of your feelings may be expressed, but even more of them are apt to be repressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of drama in your personality and in the way you express yourself to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, you don't expect as much in return as you give.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111503842367410927?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111503842367410927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111503842367410927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111503842367410927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111503842367410927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/05/spot-on.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111459001237329381</id><published>2005-04-27T13:18:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:20:12.376+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Romantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more romantic than 100% of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/romatic.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.&lt;br /&gt;Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/romanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111459001237329381?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111394084492260718</id><published>2005-04-20T00:48:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:37:30.546+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ajab din thay muhabbat kay&lt;br /&gt;ajab mosam thay chahat kay&lt;br /&gt;kabhi gar yaad aa jayain to palkon per sitaray jhilmilatay hain&lt;br /&gt;kisi ki yaad main raton ko aksar jaagna maamool tha apna&lt;br /&gt;kabhi gar neend aa jati to hum yeh soch laitay thay&lt;br /&gt;abhi to woh hamaray wastay roya nahin hoga&lt;br /&gt;abhi soya nahin hoga&lt;br /&gt;abhi hum bhi nahin rotay&lt;br /&gt;abhi hum bhi nahin sotay&lt;br /&gt;so phir hum jaagtay aur us ko yaad kertay thay&lt;br /&gt;akelay baith ker weeraan dil abad kertay thay&lt;br /&gt;hamaray samnay taron kay jhurmat main akela chand hota tha&lt;br /&gt;jo us kay husn kay agay buhut hi maand hota tha&lt;br /&gt;falak per raqs kertay unginat roshan sitaron ko&lt;br /&gt;jo hum tarteeb daitay thay&lt;br /&gt;to us ka naam banta tha&lt;br /&gt;hum aglay roz miltay to guzri raat ki her bay kali ka zikr kertay thay&lt;br /&gt;her ik qisa sunatay thay&lt;br /&gt;kahan, kis waqt, kis tarah say dil dharka batatay thay&lt;br /&gt;main jub kehta keh "janan aaj to main raat ko ik pal nahin soya"&lt;br /&gt;to woh khamosh rehti thi&lt;br /&gt;per us ki neend main doobi howi do jheel si aankhain&lt;br /&gt;achanak bol uthti thein&lt;br /&gt;main jub us ko batata tha&lt;br /&gt;keh "main nay raat ko roshan sitaron main tumhara naam daikha hay"&lt;br /&gt;to woh kehti thi&lt;br /&gt;"razi tum jhoot kehtay ho&lt;br /&gt;sitaray main nay daikhay thay&lt;br /&gt;aur un roshan sitaron main tumhara naam likha tha"&lt;br /&gt;ajab maasoom larki thi&lt;br /&gt;mujhay kehti thi&lt;br /&gt;"lagta hay keh ab apnay sitaray mil hi jayain gay"&lt;br /&gt;magar us ko khabar kia thi&lt;br /&gt;kinaray mil nahin saktay&lt;br /&gt;muhabbat ki kahani main&lt;br /&gt;muhabbat kernay walon kay&lt;br /&gt;sitaray mil nahin saktay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111394084492260718?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111394084492260718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111394084492260718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111394084492260718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111394084492260718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/04/ajab-din-thay-muhabbat-kay-ajab-mosam.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111362559837706457</id><published>2005-04-16T09:25:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T09:26:38.376+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woh din bhi kia thay&lt;br /&gt;jub lay kay tu aayi thi her khushi&lt;br /&gt;dil poochta hay&lt;br /&gt;kia hoga aisa dobara kabhi&lt;br /&gt;main nay dil say kaha&lt;br /&gt;us khwab ko bhool ja&lt;br /&gt;bhool ja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111362559837706457?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111348219413980287</id><published>2005-04-14T17:35:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:36:34.143+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i prefer new york or california... but florida aint bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;FLORIDA&lt;/b&gt;. FUN IN THE SUN FLORDIA&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;FLORIDA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;NEW YORK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;WASHINGTON&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;California&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;UTAH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;NEVADA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;LOUISIANA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;WYOMING&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='8' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;8%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=24094'&gt;What state should you live in?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111348219413980287?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111348219413980287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111348219413980287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111348219413980287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111348219413980287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-prefer-new-york-or-california.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111348192250183725</id><published>2005-04-14T17:31:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:32:02.503+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl: Slow down. Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, it's too scary!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you, but slow down!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;*Girl hugs him*&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off &amp; put it on yourself? Its bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the paper the next day):&lt;br /&gt;...A motorcycle crashed into a building last night because of break failure. Two people were involved, a male and a female, but only 1 survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the 18 year old boy realized that his breaks had broke, but he didn't want to let his partner know. Instead, he made her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, and let her wear his helmet so that she would live, realizing he would be the one that would die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111348192250183725?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111348192250183725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111348192250183725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111348192250183725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111348192250183725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/04/girl-slow-down.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111339514673701813</id><published>2005-04-13T17:24:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:25:46.746+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha... I knew it. But look at this, 40% chances of suicide!! That would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Accident&lt;/b&gt;. You will probably die from a accident, like a car crash, a failed stunt or you missed the net when trapezing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Accident&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Bomb&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='53' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;53%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Natural Causes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='47' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;47%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Suicide&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Eaten&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Gunshot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Disappear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Drowning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='27' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;27%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Posion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cut Throat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Disease&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='13' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;13%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Stabbed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='7' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;7%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Suffocated&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='7' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;7%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/04/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111339148433518362</id><published>2005-04-13T16:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:24:44.336+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112528958_B_assassin.JPG" border="0" alt="Assassin"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are an&lt;br&gt;assassin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;That means you are a proffessional and do your&lt;br&gt;job without mixing any emotions in it. In your&lt;br&gt;life you have probably been hurt many times and&lt;br&gt;have gotten some mental scars. This results in&lt;br&gt;you being distant from people. Though many&lt;br&gt;think that you are evil, you are not. What you&lt;br&gt;really are is a person, trying to forget your&lt;br&gt;pain and past. You are the person who never&lt;br&gt;seems to care and that is why being an assassin&lt;br&gt;fits you good. Atleast, that's what people&lt;br&gt;think. Even if you don't care that much for&lt;br&gt;your victims, you still have the ability to&lt;br&gt;care and to generally feel. It is not lost,&lt;br&gt;just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to&lt;br&gt;not get to noticed, and dress in black or other&lt;br&gt;discrete colours. You don't being in the&lt;br&gt;spotlight and wish people would just leave you&lt;br&gt;alone. But once you do get close to someone you&lt;br&gt;have a hard time letting go and get real down&lt;br&gt;if you loose him/her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main weapon:&lt;/b&gt; Sniper&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "The walls we build around&lt;br&gt;us to keep out the sadness also keep out the&lt;br&gt;joy" -Jim Rohn&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facial expression:&lt;/b&gt; Narrowed eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Killer%20Are%20You%3F%20%5Bcool%20pictures%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111339148433518362?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111339148433518362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111339148433518362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111339148433518362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111339148433518362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-are-anassassin.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111319487544119095</id><published>2005-04-11T09:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:47:55.443+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bandha howa tha pyar say teray, choot gaya hoon main&lt;br /&gt;sameto her taraf hoon bikhra howa, toot gaya hoon main&lt;br /&gt;kerta rehta hoon intezar her pal sanson kay ruknay ka&lt;br /&gt;zindagi, na pukar mujhay keh tujh say rooth gaya hoon main&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111319487544119095?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111319487544119095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111319487544119095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111319487544119095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111319487544119095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/04/bandha-howa-tha-pyar-say-teray-choot.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111302222763868484</id><published>2005-04-09T09:39:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T09:50:27.640+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained. But darlin' when I hold you don't you know I feel the same. 'Cause nothin' lasts forever, and we both know hearts can change. And it's hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this such a long long time, just tryin' to kill the pain. But lovers always come and lovers always go, and no one's really sure who's lettin' go today, walking away. If we could take the time to lay it on the line, I could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine, all mine. So if you want to love me, then darlin' don't refrain. Or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart when even friends seem out to harm you. But if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your fears subside and shadows still remain, I know that you can love me when there's no one left to blame. So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way. 'Cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111302222763868484?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111302222763868484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111302222763868484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111302222763868484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111302222763868484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-i-look-into-your-eyes-i-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111269023070953589</id><published>2005-04-05T13:35:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:54:40.146+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I fall along the way, pick me up and dust me off. And if I get too tired to make it, be my breath so I can walk. If I need some other love, give me more than I can stand. And when my smile gets old and faded, wait around I'll smile again. Shouldn't be so complicated. Just hold me, and then, just hold me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me? I'm bent. I'm so scared that I'll never get put back together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking me in. And this is how we will end, with you and me, bent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn't sleep could you sleep? Could you paint me better off? Could you sympathize with my needs? I know you think I need a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out clean but I'm jaded. Just phoning it in. Just breaking the skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start bending me. It's never enough. I feel all your pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start bending me. Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be so complicated. Just touch me, and then, just touch me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111269023070953589?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111269023070953589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111269023070953589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111269023070953589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111269023070953589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-fall-along-way-pick-me-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111261073510541858</id><published>2005-04-04T15:31:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:32:15.110+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1110081666Islam_green-white.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Islam&lt;/b&gt;. Your beliefs are most similar to those of Islam. Do more research on Islam and possibly consider taking the shahadah and officially becoming a Muslim, if you aren't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the actions of some - who go against the teachings of Islam - Islam is a religion of peace; the word "islam" means "peace through submission to God." "Muslim" means "one who submits to God." Islam is the third of the three Abrahamic faiths, and it shares much with Judaism in Christianity; its differences are the acceptance of Muhammad as the last and final prophet, and the oneness of God - in other words, that Jesus, though he was a revered prophet, was not in fact God, and only one God exists. Apparently the Taliban could not read (though their name means "students"), because the Qur'an states that men and women are equal as believers, and that all believers should be educated and seek knowledge. Modesty in dress and behavior is required in Islam for both men and women to preserve the values of society and move the emphasis from superificial appearance to intelligence, knowledge, and God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Islam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Buddhism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Judaism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Paganism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Satanism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;atheism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Christianity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='17' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;17%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hinduism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='8' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;8%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;agnosticism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='8' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;8%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907'&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83%... huh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111261073510541858?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111261073510541858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111261073510541858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111261073510541858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111261073510541858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-scored-as-islam.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111242800052908116</id><published>2005-04-02T12:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:50:49.606+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charmer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/charmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.&lt;br /&gt;You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.&lt;br /&gt;By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.&lt;br /&gt;And then you've got them exactly where you want them!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111242800052908116?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111233065348732149</id><published>2005-04-01T09:40:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:57:48.866+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dhund&lt;br /&gt;chayi hay dhund&lt;br /&gt;kuch nazar&lt;br /&gt;aaye na&lt;br /&gt;tum khoye ho&lt;br /&gt;janay kahan&lt;br /&gt;dhond liya&lt;br /&gt;sara jahan&lt;br /&gt;main nay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab aasman&lt;br /&gt;aur yeh zameen&lt;br /&gt;meray liye&lt;br /&gt;kuch bhi nahin&lt;br /&gt;aur yeh dunya&lt;br /&gt;jo thi kabhi haseen&lt;br /&gt;ab weeran hay&lt;br /&gt;aur kuch bhi nahin&lt;br /&gt;hay yahan&lt;br /&gt;meray liye&lt;br /&gt;jeenay ko&lt;br /&gt;dhund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chayi hay dhund&lt;br /&gt;kuch nazar&lt;br /&gt;aaye na&lt;br /&gt;tum khoye ho&lt;br /&gt;janay kahan&lt;br /&gt;dhoond liya&lt;br /&gt;saara jahan&lt;br /&gt;main nay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aankhain meri&lt;br /&gt;bheegi nahin&lt;br /&gt;per ro raha&lt;br /&gt;hay dil mera&lt;br /&gt;ab meri hay&lt;br /&gt;aik hi aarzoo&lt;br /&gt;aik baar main&lt;br /&gt;tum say mil sakoon&lt;br /&gt;aur kahon&lt;br /&gt;lot aa&lt;br /&gt;lot aa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhund&lt;br /&gt;chayi hay dhund&lt;br /&gt;kuch nazar&lt;br /&gt;aaye na&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111233065348732149?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111233065348732149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111233065348732149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/agape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111226437507742607?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111226437507742607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111226437507742607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111226437507742607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111226437507742607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/03/your-love-style-is-agape-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111215054463826779</id><published>2005-03-30T07:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:00:45.020+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A thousand years, a thousand more, a thousand times, a million doors to eternity. I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times, an endless turning stairway climbs to a tower of souls. If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,&lt;br /&gt;the towers rise to numberless floors in space. I could shed another million tears, a million breaths, a million names, but only one truth to face. A million roads, a million fears, a million suns, ten million years of uncertainty. I could speak a million lies, a million songs, a million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time. But if there was a single truth, a single light, a single thought, a singular touch of grace. Then following this single point, this single flame, the single haunted memory of your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you! I still want you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves, like galaxies in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be numberless, I may be innocent, I may know many things, I may be ignorant. Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands. Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands. I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times. Reborn as fortune’s child to judge another’s crimes. Or wear this pilgrim’s cloak, or be a common thief. I’ve kept this single faith, I have but one belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you! I still want you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves like galaxies in my head. On and on the mysteries unwind themselves, eternities still unsaid, ’til you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111215054463826779?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111215054463826779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111215054463826779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111215054463826779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111215054463826779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/03/thousand-years-thousand-more-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11764317.post-111206492955841861</id><published>2005-03-29T07:54:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:58:48.230+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes thats true... i do have an alter ego... and this is his blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11764317-111206492955841861?l=alternativeego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/feeds/111206492955841861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11764317&amp;postID=111206492955841861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111206492955841861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11764317/posts/default/111206492955841861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativeego.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes-thats-true.html' title=''/><author><name>my alter ego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
