<?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-8465496</id><updated>2011-12-14T20:03:15.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherent Digressions</title><subtitle type='html'>Incoherent instances reflecting obvious digressions. Redundant? Perhaps. Please visit http://ineptcritic.blogspot.com to .... well, u'll find out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-3229878820620293366</id><published>2006-12-19T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T04:38:12.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An attempt at an ode to all lives lost to infanticide</title><summary type='text'>It’s not the dowryIt’s not even honourIt’s certainly not my face     It’s you who I want to save                 From a world too callousTo view you as a lifeFor you are a commodityImpotent part of a live tradeA lost transactionEven before the deal is made                 From a world too bitterTo value you as a beingFor your emotions don’t countRules far too many to obeyA stifling existenceDecay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-116353448947341689</id><published>2006-11-14T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:01:29.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shackled Reality</title><summary type='text'> “why is the world against us, sweetie?”he askedwith a dash of innocencea tinge of sadnessvolumes of sinceritywhat could I say in response?the answereluded me for yearsunknown to mepath to a cynical enddid he really need an answer?I wonderedoffering him wordsthe best I couldboosting cause of hopeis painting optimism worth it?the divided worldwith divided regionsdivided watersdivided land, divided</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/116353448947341689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>To Kitty, with 'love'</title><summary type='text'>the beat carries no emotiona rhythmic exercisedepth of oceanssport a dryit stared back at meeyes dark and coldit didnt rip my skirtIt wouldn't mew anymore"Kitty's gone"Mother sobbed over the phone"It was foul play"Wonder who it wassomeone came overanother manshe needed a hugsome comforting wordsin the bedroom, they lieddoor unclosedmade music of loveKitty lied on the living room floorIt still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/116259734957373644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=116259734957373644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/116259734957373644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/116259734957373644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-kitty-with-love.html' title='To Kitty, with &apos;love&apos;'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-116179525364391713</id><published>2006-10-25T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:43:30.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day</title><summary type='text'>to my Birthday!! :pLast year, around this time, I was mad blogging. Mmm what happened now? I frequent this online forum these days where I keep expressing the filth that resides in my mind that this place is ignored. not good not good. Either way, tomorrow's the BIG DAYYYYY! happpy ........ to meeeee!! :))))</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/116179525364391713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=116179525364391713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/116179525364391713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/116179525364391713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-day.html' title='One day'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-116156909264517460</id><published>2006-10-22T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:36:19.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt: A crucial part of life</title><summary type='text'>ishq na karna, ishq mein gham hi gham hote hain(translation: don't fall in love, for there is only hurt/sadness in love)This line is borrowed from the new, 2006 release, Umrao Jaan's song Main na mil sakun jo tumse.Got me thinking ...Why is 'getting hurt' a deterrant to following one's dreams? Why is setting expectations discouraged? Do crushed aspirations not help one experience lows of life? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/116156909264517460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=116156909264517460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/116156909264517460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/116156909264517460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/10/hurt-crucial-part-of-life.html' title='Hurt: A crucial part of life'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115568419185522268</id><published>2006-08-15T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:05:04.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna - After thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Yep, I'm guilty as charged. I did go see a Karan Johar movie with a couple of Priety-crazy fanatics. Well alrite, I'll admit it ... we had nothing better to do. So we went ... first night first show!!! CRAZY innit?! I figured it won't be all that bad ... after all, the Johar lad is now a few films old ... but, boy, was I in for a disappointment or a disappointment!!!I shan't write up a review on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115568419185522268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115568419185522268&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115568419185522268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115568419185522268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/08/kabhi-alvida-na-kehna-after-thoughts.html' title='Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna - After thoughts'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115550231590027878</id><published>2006-08-13T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:04:33.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a month long exile</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I can't believe I could stay away from this place for a month!!! Apologies to everyone who messaged and I didn't do them any justice by not answering. I was errr busy? again ... if that can work as an excuse. Lots happened in a month ... Stampede, one major family function, a wedding, and the preparation that went into it all. Today, I sit here drained of all energy .. trying to focus my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115550231590027878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115550231590027878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115550231590027878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115550231590027878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/08/month-long-exile.html' title='a month long exile'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115292997459546705</id><published>2006-07-14T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:09:08.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth bites ...</title><summary type='text'>You were my role model, he quipsImpermeableImpervious to emotionsNonchalantWithout a care             Nothing could bring you down, he continuesConsistentIndifferent to hurdlesIndependentFiercely in control             What has become of you, he worriesCrushedSuccumbed to melancholyLifelessWashed down             I thought you were in love, he reminiscencesEcstaticTransported to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115292997459546705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115292997459546705&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115292997459546705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115292997459546705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/07/truth-bites.html' title='Truth bites ...'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115285153569893158</id><published>2006-07-13T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T09:17:40.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment phobia: a bliss or a curse?</title><summary type='text'>While waiting to be seated in an overcrowded local restaurant during lunch today, me and my colleague witnessed a conversation (one-sided) between the couple behind us.He: (whining) Do I have to make my decision now?She: (looks at him with raised eyebrows with her eyes screaming out a resounding DUHH)He: Why can't we wait though? We haven't even been together that long.She: Eight years, Jeff, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115285153569893158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115285153569893158&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115285153569893158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115285153569893158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/07/commitment-phobia-bliss-or-curse.html' title='Commitment phobia: a bliss or a curse?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115257135325082819</id><published>2006-07-10T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T02:34:57.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><summary type='text'>Talking about control ... in today's world, everyone is forced into keeping their 'priorities' straight if he/she wants to 'succeed'. Could keeping priorities straight be a reason for the broken relationships that we so frequently tumble upon these days?I just got off the phone with a good friend of mine who is financially doing extremely well for himself. At 27 this year, he has accomplished </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115257135325082819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115257135325082819&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115257135325082819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115257135325082819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/07/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115224417643829233</id><published>2006-07-06T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:10:57.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>have nothing in control, do we?</title><summary type='text'>"Miriam's father, John, was the last to speak to her after she called him from her cellphone saying she was all right after being evacuated from the King's Cross station and had decided to take the bus instead."and yet, she didn't live too long.http://www.cbc.ca/story/arts/national/2006/07/06/art-londonbombing.htmlhmmsometimes i wonder how i manage to elude myself that i'll be in control of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115224417643829233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115224417643829233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115224417643829233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115224417643829233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-nothing-in-control-do-we.html' title='have nothing in control, do we?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115198971979208990</id><published>2006-07-03T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:37:02.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependency ...</title><summary type='text'>... has been one of the most feared concepts across all eras ... ancient to modern ... if Shakespeare derided love as a form of dependency, modern day writers don't shy away from writing verses like Since you been gone, I can breathe for the first time. I understand that's not the most apt example to be compared to Shakespeare but it's the thought that I am focused on. Nothing has changed. We, as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115198971979208990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115198971979208990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115198971979208990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115198971979208990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/07/dependency.html' title='Dependency ...'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115169826111634653</id><published>2006-06-30T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:05:29.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring-a-Ring-a-Roses</title><summary type='text'>"I want a man who oozes confidence in the way he carries himself and expresses himself, and exhibits his security with himself through his treatment of me."Yes, I made that comment earlier today. I couldn't possibly believe my eyes, ears, brains that I could make such an absurd statement when I revisited it. Does the one I want even exist? No, he must not. He must only be fiction that Harlequins </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115169826111634653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115169826111634653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115169826111634653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115169826111634653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/ring-ring-roses.html' title='Ring-a-Ring-a-Roses'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115155278585390161</id><published>2006-06-28T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:57:46.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood summers</title><summary type='text'>Every summer, until I was old enough to legally spend my summer working at a local hardware store, my bags were packed and shipped to my mother’s pre-marital place. I, of course, had no choice but follow the bags, and I would gladly do so every year without a miss. The two hour drives in a rickety white Maruti 800 to a village inhabiting about a thousand people form few of the happiest moments of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115155278585390161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115155278585390161&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115155278585390161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115155278585390161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/childhood-summers.html' title='childhood summers'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115146891877003954</id><published>2006-06-27T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:28:49.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alley</title><summary type='text'>Aye BoYellow stripes glare from clear skiesAnother kite free of its master’s holdNo more string to pull it downNo more force to weigh it downIt glidesIt glides downTo swoop on its preyUnawareThat it will be preyed upon.Hordes of hungry hands lay in waitOn rooftopsOn the roadsIn the parksIn the alleysLying lowQueerly quietHeels dug into sandKnees locked into positionEyes trace the monster’s every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115146891877003954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115146891877003954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115146891877003954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115146891877003954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/alley.html' title='The Alley'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115144947830128577</id><published>2006-06-27T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:16:50.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>spoiled, i am</title><summary type='text'>I'm liking these "i am" posts these days heh.Today morning, as I was driving my g'lookin (thank you) self to work, I was thinking about how lucky I really am. I know I've mentioned it on this blog a few zillion times about all the awesome people I have in my life but, honestly, words are never enough. I am so lucky that even people who I can give absolutely nothing to except an ear at times go to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115144947830128577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115144947830128577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115144947830128577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115144947830128577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/spoiled-i-am.html' title='spoiled, i am'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115137857302307868</id><published>2006-06-26T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:22:39.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Kananaskis aka Alberta's Mountain Playground</title><summary type='text'>Beautiful innit?!? That's the view from the summit at the end of the Canadian Mount Everest Expedition Trail in Kananaskis Country. The lake in the picture is the Lower Lake, and towards the back of where I stood and took this picture is the Upper Lake. A beautiful sight indeed!To start the story, I'd put up the picture of the place where it all started:That's the entrance to the Canadian Mount </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115137857302307868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115137857302307868&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115137857302307868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115137857302307868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/trip-to-kananaskis-aka-albertas.html' title='A trip to Kananaskis aka Alberta&apos;s Mountain Playground'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115137499521253746</id><published>2006-06-26T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:23:58.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rude, i am not</title><summary type='text'>:) change of mind.he's not pissed off anymore, and i don't want to change no more either hehe. heck, i speak my mind and that's what makes me 'me'. if someone has an issue with it, they can go suck on a thumb. ooh i love being back in shape!aite, enough of this monkey business. gotta love blogs. a perfect example of self-therapy on display. ;)- a happy roo -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115137499521253746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115137499521253746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115137499521253746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115137499521253746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/rude-i-am-not.html' title='rude, i am not'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115127201853902575</id><published>2006-06-25T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:18:36.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rude, i am</title><summary type='text'>why the fuck do i always piss people off? why can't my so-called friends tell me when i am rude? why are they so accepting of my rudeness? so accepting that i am friggin used to criticizing as i feel, when i feel, and not worry about the consequences!! today, ONCE AGAIN, it happened. i criticized someone in public ... someone close to me ... in public .... but i never realized the repercussions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115127201853902575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115127201853902575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115127201853902575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115127201853902575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/rude-i-am.html' title='rude, i am'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115118067088756711</id><published>2006-06-24T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T04:21:35.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence in Indo-Canadian communities</title><summary type='text'>“Violence and substance abuse are serious problems in our society today, though not exclusively the problem of the East Indian community. But there are many cultural obstructions that impair our ability to understand the problems in our community. We must shed our outdated desire to uphold reputation within the community, our prideful nature and our draconian attitudes of retribution and revenge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115118067088756711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115118067088756711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115118067088756711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115118067088756711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/violence-in-indo-canadian-communities.html' title='Violence in Indo-Canadian communities'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115035033088793693</id><published>2006-06-14T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:00:11.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminism</title><summary type='text'>I don't think I fully grasp the concept of feminism. Dictionary.com states that feminism is a movement organized around the belief in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes. Wikipedia agrees with dictionary.com as well. I agree that women must be treated as equals to their male counterparts in terms of their careers, professional lives, socially et al but is feminism restricted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115035033088793693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115035033088793693&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115035033088793693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115035033088793693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/feminism.html' title='Feminism'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115034394684434871</id><published>2006-06-14T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:48:22.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Student-Teacher sexual relationship: should there be exceptions?</title><summary type='text'>A 25 year old Spanish teacher was arrested for having sex with her 18 year old student on May 25 in Texas. Now, her arrest is "raising questions about the law" of convicting a teacher who indulges in a sexual relationship with his/her student. In this case, both the 'participants' were/are consenting adults. Should the teacher be convicted? (20 years of imprisonment is the verdict if she is found</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115034394684434871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115034394684434871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115034394684434871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115034394684434871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/student-teacher-sexual-relationship.html' title='Student-Teacher sexual relationship: should there be exceptions?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115031206354007171</id><published>2006-06-14T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:44:42.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary upload of pictures</title><summary type='text'>Am putting these up for a friend (in a random order) until he gets his site up and puts 'em up. Ignore away. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115031206354007171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115031206354007171&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115031206354007171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115031206354007171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/temporary-upload-of-pictures.html' title='Temporary upload of pictures'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115024024769475469</id><published>2006-06-13T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:22:20.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow up!</title><summary type='text'>How often have you heard the phrase 'grow up'? (Nah, not the marijuana grow up.) I used to say it a lot too back in the daywhen I still hadn't legally stepped into adulthood ... but as I actually 'grew up' (chronologically atleast), I consciously refrained myself from using it. I remember one of my friends, who is much older than me, used to ridicule anyone who would say 'grow up'. Today, I am as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115024024769475469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115024024769475469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115024024769475469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115024024769475469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/grow-up.html' title='Grow up!'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115021156211320466</id><published>2006-06-13T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:02:21.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuchipudi on a Saturday Night</title><summary type='text'>I've been meaning to blog about this since Saturday night but didn't get around to it. So, Saturday night .. June the 10th .. me and a friend decided to spend an evening with a talented bunch of Kuchipudi dancers. Before Saturday, I did not even know that there was something called Kuchipudi in existence. Turns out that it is the classical dance form from the South-East Indian state of Andhra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115021156211320466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115021156211320466&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115021156211320466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115021156211320466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/kuchipudi-on-saturday-night.html' title='Kuchipudi on a Saturday Night'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115018211832380328</id><published>2006-06-13T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:41:50.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional ...... what?</title><summary type='text'>Over lettuce wraps and plates of linguini, she said to me, "I don't need a man to survive financially but I do need one for emotional security". This is my friend M who I speak of, and it's definitely not the first time that I'd run into the dreaded ES - Emotional Security -, which, I believe, can also be rewritten as ED, Emotional Dependence.I've had the chance to be acquainted with many 'new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115018211832380328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115018211832380328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115018211832380328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115018211832380328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/emotional-what.html' title='Emotional ...... what?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-115017183323549952</id><published>2006-06-12T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:12:08.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I moderate comments?</title><summary type='text'>Nearly a year back, when I wasn't much of an avid blogger, I argued with a friend over his choice of "moderating comments" on his blog. "What's the point if you are going to filter everything people have to throw at you? If you are a writer, shouldn't you accept both bricks and accolades with equal love?", I had asked. He just smiled at me and said I'd figure out his motivations in a few months. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/115017183323549952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=115017183323549952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115017183323549952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/115017183323549952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-do-i-moderate-comments.html' title='Why do I moderate comments?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114992097753475677</id><published>2006-06-09T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:38:50.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS: a risen terror 1</title><summary type='text'>Acquired immunodeficiency syndrome or acquired immune deficiency syndrome (AIDS or Aids) is a collection of symptoms and infections in humans resulting from the specific damage to the immune system caused by infection with the human immunodeficiency virus (HIV), the late stage of which leaves individuals prone to opportunistic infections and tumours. Although treatments for AIDS and HIV exist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114992097753475677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114992097753475677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114992097753475677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114992097753475677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/aids-risen-terror-1.html' title='AIDS: a risen terror 1'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114983424155641127</id><published>2006-06-09T00:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:44:56.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night muffin</title><summary type='text'>I've been wanting to blog all day but didn't get to it up until now. It is now 12:10 and I have to wake up in 6 hours again. Must go to bed. Today was an interesting day however. Many things happened, much shit flew around ... but ... can't be bothered to write about it. Enthusiasm's all gone. I am tired. Really am. Should sleep.Spent the evening with a few friends. Good times. :) We gossiped!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114983424155641127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114983424155641127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114983424155641127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114983424155641127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/late-night-muffin_09.html' title='Late night muffin'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114965118286715821</id><published>2006-06-06T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:58:42.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy: Worth my life?</title><summary type='text'>Today evening, I was whining to a friend about how I've lately been landing myself in soup for not thinking before speaking. I blamed him for prodding me on to 'speak my mind' at all times. An excerpt:Me: It's all your fault. If you don't keep encouraging me, maybe I wouldn't indulge in getting myself lashed out at.Friend: All original thinkers have always been lashed out at. Socrates, Galileo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114965118286715821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114965118286715821&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114965118286715821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114965118286715821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/legacy-worth-my-life.html' title='Legacy: Worth my life?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114956773083241297</id><published>2006-06-05T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T02:47:14.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some excellent lyrics (punjabi only)</title><summary type='text'>Like I mentioned in the previous post, Debi Makhsoospuri is an amazing lyricist ... he's not that bad a singer either ... he proves his excellence in both here &gt;&gt; http://www.musicindiaonline.com/l/23/s/album.2458/artist.1128/If you understand punjabi and appreciate good poetry, you cannot afford to miss out on this one. Absolutely not. Couplets are ethereal! REMARKABLE! :)Go Debi!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114956773083241297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114956773083241297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114956773083241297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114956773083241297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-excellent-lyrics-punjabi-only.html' title='Some excellent lyrics (punjabi only)'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114956634132552877</id><published>2006-06-05T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:12:10.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk down the memory lane ...</title><summary type='text'>Today, in a conversation with a friend, I was reminded of a song sung by Manmohan Waris and written by Debi Makhsoospuri. (A deadly combo, if you ask me) Anyway, the song is Mittran Da Sah Rukda from Waris's 1998 album Mittran Da Sah Rukda.A beautiful story goes behind this song and it will always be an integral part of my life. In 1997, when I was in India, I met a guy namely Navi. He was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114956634132552877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114956634132552877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114956634132552877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114956634132552877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A walk down the memory lane ...'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114945809078573432</id><published>2006-06-04T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:12:37.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I anti social?</title><summary type='text'>Another excerpt from a real life conversation:X and Me: bla bla bla bla bla blaX: she is the most stupid person i've ever known. how many times do i have to tell you that?Me: yeah well ........ (interruption)X's phone rings. X answers. It is She.She: want to get together for dinner tonight?X: Sure!!! Your place or mine?She: It's up to you.X: Come on over to my place. I'll cook something up.She: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114945809078573432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114945809078573432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114945809078573432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114945809078573432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/06/am-i-anti-social.html' title='Am I anti social?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114897285453461036</id><published>2006-05-30T00:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T04:27:45.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am intelligent"</title><summary type='text'>"I am intelligent, I am a professional, I am open to ideas, and I am good at communication with people"I won't be kidding when I say that someone said the exact same line to me in a conversation earlier today. I didn't quite know how to react ... :/Now, I am confused whether it's just me who thinks that 'intelligent' people dont have the need to claim their intelligence verbally or whether it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114897285453461036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114897285453461036&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114897285453461036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114897285453461036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-intelligent.html' title='&quot;I am intelligent&quot;'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114436498318090795</id><published>2006-04-06T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:09:43.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Fearlessness be Detrimental?</title><summary type='text'>As most of my posts go, I state an example from my own life and then proceed with the question that comes out of it.Example:A friend, who I was having a conversation with, pointed out to me that I "procrastinated" as much as I did because I have no fear of deadlines. I pondered over the thought and realized that friend was not lying. He knew what he was talking about. I absolutely am not afraid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114436498318090795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114436498318090795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114436498318090795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114436498318090795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-fearlessness-be-detrimental.html' title='Can Fearlessness be Detrimental?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114375469037885093</id><published>2006-03-30T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:28:51.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Bliss Revived</title><summary type='text'>post removed cuz .........i so badly want to say "cuz i chose to" ... but i'm gonna stick with "cuz i was told to"and, i guessfriendship must be honored.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114375469037885093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114375469037885093&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114375469037885093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114375469037885093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/03/marital-bliss-revived.html' title='Marital Bliss Revived'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114366224824631270</id><published>2006-03-29T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:00:27.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digressions Indeed - 3</title><summary type='text'>Stream of consciousness timed for 10 minutes:Alrite, so here we go. Eyes closed, hands on keyboard and I type away. ppl around me here in the library must wonder why i have my eyes closed but little do they know that i see flashbacks of various stories locked up in my head with my eyes closed ... black background for most of em ... in the dark ... they come in flashes of pink and blue for some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114366224824631270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114366224824631270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114366224824631270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114366224824631270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/03/digressions-indeed-3.html' title='Digressions Indeed - 3'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114344562530056781</id><published>2006-03-27T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:23:38.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A morning with the Swift Dude</title><summary type='text'>aite, i wrote a play too ... yep im on a roll, dude, im on a roll! hahaha here: NIKKI and MATT sit at their family dining table in the kitchen nook.  Nikki is in her early 20s.  She wears a white robe over a black t-shirt and black pyjamas.  Matt, in his teens, sits to Nikki’s right, and he is dressed in a red sweatshirt and black sweatpants.  Both of them are barefoot.  The walls of the nook are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114344562530056781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114344562530056781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114344562530056781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114344562530056781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/03/morning-with-swift-dude.html' title='A morning with the Swift Dude'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114306257388490613</id><published>2006-03-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:27:04.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amour contemporain</title><summary type='text'>(alrite!! so i did it. i wrote a short story!!! heheh...here goes&gt;&gt;&gt;)Knight Rider has just signed in.Ria’s eyes lit up as a blue rectangular box – encasing approximately 2 square inch area at the bottom right of her computer monitor screen – popped up from an unknown land down under, carrying the message of Knight Rider’s virtual arrival. She was reacquainted with him by a mutual friend, Shelly, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114306257388490613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114306257388490613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114306257388490613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114306257388490613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/03/amour-contemporain.html' title='Amour contemporain'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114220444458308124</id><published>2006-03-12T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:02:39.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digressions Indeed - 2 - On Perfection</title><summary type='text'>He says I am perfect but perfect I am not. I have flaws that no one else can probably see but then I have positives that I can never see. Nevertheless, perfect I am not ... perfect for him perhaps ... what is perfection anyway? Everyone has a different definition of perfection. What deems perfect to me is certainly not what is perfect for my sister ... let that alone, what deemed perfect to me 8 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114220444458308124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114220444458308124&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114220444458308124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114220444458308124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/03/digressions-indeed-2-on-perfection.html' title='Digressions Indeed - 2 - On Perfection'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114219143208474045</id><published>2006-03-12T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:23:52.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digressions Indeed - 1</title><summary type='text'>hmm im gonna do this free-writing exercise for 10 minutes. write any bullshit that's in my head. time starts NOW. why isnt my fone ringing? it should've rang an hour ago. it hasn't rang still. i gotta stop staring at it. maybe it'll ring then. i need to hear from wendy. need to! if i don't, then who am i gonna have lunch with? i'd have to stay home and eat with brother. yuck. nah, he's cute. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114219143208474045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114219143208474045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114219143208474045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114219143208474045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/03/digressions-indeed-1.html' title='Digressions Indeed - 1'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114115607783149459</id><published>2006-02-28T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T12:47:57.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My two lives</title><summary type='text'>Ah Jhumpa Lahiri wrote this before I could :(.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114115607783149459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114115607783149459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114115607783149459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114115607783149459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-two-lives.html' title='My two lives'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114089684957799121</id><published>2006-02-25T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T12:49:27.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arenal Volcano, Costa Rica</title><summary type='text'>courtesy: http://www.escuelai.comConsidering my FASCINATION with volcanoes, Costa Rica would be a prime choice to visit for a fool like me. It boasts of a series of volcanic mountain chains (that run) from the Nicaraguan border in the north-west to the Panamanian border in the south-east.The volcano in the photograph above is the ever-so-active Arenal Volcano! A BEAUTY! As the website, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114089684957799121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114089684957799121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114089684957799121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114089684957799121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/02/arenal-volcano-costa-rica.html' title='Arenal Volcano, Costa Rica'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114074887305017989</id><published>2006-02-23T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T12:50:17.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musings - 2</title><summary type='text'>I just got a phone call from mother who demanded that I apologize to my cousin (in india) who I had a conversation with about a week ago. Apparently, when she had told me that she has been working since she was 18, I had "ignored" her. Hmmm from what I remember, I did say "ok" to her over excited voice telling me that she had held a part-time job since she was 18. I don't quite remember "ignoring</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114074887305017989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114074887305017989&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114074887305017989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114074887305017989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-musings-2.html' title='Random Musings - 2'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114047725283303674</id><published>2006-02-20T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:19:35.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yep, i have officially lost (it?)</title><summary type='text'>Many times before, I've thought of writing up odes to people who made a substantial difference in my life merely by being a part of it but laziness always got the best of me. Today, once again, I had an urge to write about this one individual ... for the simple reason that I am in complete awe of him. The man never gets upset with me! Not upset with ME? Now, that is a feat in itself. I am moody, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114047725283303674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114047725283303674&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114047725283303674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114047725283303674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/02/yep-i-have-officially-lost-it.html' title='yep, i have officially lost (it?)'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114047458578920473</id><published>2006-02-20T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:32:10.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musings  (Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>Never did I think I'd run across someone more talented than me in the art of "rambling" but (unfortunately) he does exist: a crazy medical student from the shakin Cali (pun intended).My question for today is: What makes us 'ramblers ramble'? Personally, I do my thinking as I type/write. I throw my thoughts up on paper without a care for grammatical errors and/or political correctness. I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114047458578920473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114047458578920473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114047458578920473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114047458578920473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-musings-part-1.html' title='Random Musings  (Part 1)'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114020290956555051</id><published>2006-02-17T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:11:41.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Blogging and Bloggers</title><summary type='text'>I have often wondered if I blog for my benefit or for others' benefit. Why do I blog? When I first started blogging, my intention was to use it as a vehicle to vent my frustrations and, in the process, recycle those frustrated ideas into products that some might deem 'creative works of art'. (ha!) As clocks ticked away, my addiction to 'venting' kept on steadily rising, and I didn't even realize </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114020290956555051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114020290956555051&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114020290956555051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114020290956555051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-blogging-and-bloggers.html' title='On Blogging and Bloggers'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-114020210303901125</id><published>2006-02-17T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:48:23.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's back?</title><summary type='text'>yeh, the R's back!heh after a long hiatus, I figured I should come back to the blogworld and continue preaching my mind boggling (and enlightening) philosophies on life.  Since it would only confirm my foolishness if I were to tell you about where I've been hiding all along, I shan't. But (yeh, at times, I use a preposition to begin a sentence too) I will tell you that this over-a-month long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/114020210303901125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=114020210303901125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114020210303901125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/114020210303901125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/02/guess-whos-back.html' title='guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113869879553068129</id><published>2006-01-31T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:19:52.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna ...</title><summary type='text'>Lie with you in a blanketOn a cold winter nightTalking the night awayBy a heart warming fireplaceKiss when throat gets dry                    and talk againSit with you on a beachOn a dark starry nightTalking the night awayToes dug into the cool sandCounting stars, talking about                   galaxies far awayCurl up with you in a couchOn a calm peaceful nightTalking the night awaySheltered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113869879553068129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113869879553068129&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113869879553068129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113869879553068129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wanna.html' title='I wanna ...'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113857349402241897</id><published>2006-01-29T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:18:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>Hope of happinessDesire of warmthThirst for approvalItch for acceptanceLonging to be lovedBy the one lovedA basic human need(actualized or not)Complaisant masksHide oceans of painTranslucent eyesShield tales untoldI don’t claimLife has been unfairDisillusioning perhaps(a recurring episode) (an ode to Saran)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113857349402241897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113857349402241897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113857349402241897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113857349402241897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113844813473227645</id><published>2006-01-28T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:10:47.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><summary type='text'>HaphazardUnpredictableThey disembogue UninvitedUnwelcomeThey materialize                     AbstractPerplexingThey mystify EntrancingFascinatingThey tantalize                ImportunateFormidableThey encumberProvidentialOverwhelmingThey galvanize (an ode to Karthik)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113844813473227645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113844813473227645&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113844813473227645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113844813473227645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113835169917169117</id><published>2006-01-27T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:56:38.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wooden Bench</title><summary type='text'>Smiling faces aroundThey can never understandHeaviness of a heartThey can never comprehend&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;Silence trumps emotionTears have to drySoul shuts downMind fails to complyEyes gauge the roomExpecting a surpriseMouths chatterUttering a bunch of liesLegs get up and leaveFor the secluded cavePace quickensWooden bench awaits </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113835169917169117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113835169917169117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113835169917169117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113835169917169117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/wooden-bench.html' title='The Wooden Bench'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113832199547504277</id><published>2006-01-26T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T01:50:44.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><summary type='text'>You’ve turned me into a poetCreativity flows unsealedFlutter in the heartTingling down the spineEyes are tirelessFace bears a radiant glowNeither have I felt this wayNor have I written poems beforeEvery time I am downYou have the right things to sayTo soothe meAnd build me up againTo encourage meBy letting me be myselfNeither have I experienced itNor have I known affection beforeIt pains my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113832199547504277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113832199547504277&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113832199547504277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113832199547504277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113832145859294770</id><published>2006-01-26T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:26:16.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hinge</title><summary type='text'>I do                  (Congratulations!)        You will                   I don’t know   You have to                   I don’t know  You need to                   We will see  You will see                   I don’t know It will happen                   I don’t knowIt creeps upon                   A cliché indeed Love you will                   I don’t know   Try you will                   I don’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113832145859294770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113832145859294770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113832145859294770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113832145859294770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/hinge.html' title='The Hinge'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113740124063694803</id><published>2006-01-16T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:53:15.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my FIRST poem EVA titled "a perfect world"</title><summary type='text'>wrote it yesterday while sittin in the car waiting for dad ......... heh please be kind.She lay in the watersComfortable, warmSpilling, splashingCreating ripplesHigh tide, low tideWaves in controlNo ships to navigateNo jaws to fearNo dolphins to playWith the lone little mermaid.Big brown eyesLong, flowing hair,a perfect tan:She is alone.None to share her sorrows,None to fight with:Her banal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113740124063694803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113740124063694803&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113740124063694803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113740124063694803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-poem-eva-titled-perfect-world.html' title='my FIRST poem EVA titled &quot;a perfect world&quot;'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113639843121507930</id><published>2006-01-04T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:16:36.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Games</title><summary type='text'>There is a news article in today's paper about a former boxing champion, Hitman, having slapped his son. He got charged with 'misdemeanour' after his wife lodged a complaint against him. My 15 year old brother was telling me about it when my little cousin (6 year old) overheard our conversation. My mom, out of curiosity, also joined in. "What happened to Hitman?", she asked."He is a Mr. Meaner", </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113639843121507930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113639843121507930&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113639843121507930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113639843121507930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/word-games.html' title='Word Games'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113635897918550109</id><published>2006-01-03T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:20:40.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on Rami's story</title><summary type='text'>Accused fought before the crashOther links:Calgary woman mournedFamily left shell shockedThe two critically injured are Karen Gill, 23, and Parminder Marahar (known by those close to him as Pamma), 29. "Almost every bone in Karen's body is broken", stated her aunt, Karin, in an interview with Calgary Herald. Karen lies unconscious in the Foothills hospital here in Calgary but she is breathing on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113635897918550109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113635897918550109&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113635897918550109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113635897918550109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/updates-on-ramis-story.html' title='Updates on Rami&apos;s story'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113625777575016480</id><published>2006-01-02T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:13:10.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In continuation to my previous post ...</title><summary type='text'>This is a picture of Raminder who passed away in the unfortunate incident on 2006's first morning. She was turning 25 on January 29, '06.my heart hurts.may her soul rest in peace.amen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113625777575016480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113625777575016480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113625777575016480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113625777575016480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-continuation-to-my-previous-post.html' title='In continuation to my previous post ...'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113619107007625641</id><published>2006-01-02T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:56:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... a moment of silence please ...</title><summary type='text'>An unfortunate incident:Last night, at 2:15 AM (an hour and fifteen minutes after having brought in the new year), a bunch of young people (all punjabi) came out of a bar (where new years party was held) on to the road to walk to their parked vehicles. an 18 year old drunken idiot (punjabi as well) who was refused entry into the bar earlier decided to run over a group of 6 people with his van as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113619107007625641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113619107007625641&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113619107007625641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113619107007625641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2006/01/moment-of-silence-please.html' title='... a moment of silence please ...'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113486109687894785</id><published>2005-12-17T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:00:20.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eureka!</title><summary type='text'>After (more than my fair share of) humiliating introductions to 'potential grooms' over the PHONE by my darling family members which includes my dear aunties, uncles, cousins, aunty's sister's brother's daughter's aunt's neighbor's wife and other etceteras, I have come to a ground-shaking, earth-rattling, cloud-bursting conclusion that might change many lives forever. I have finally realized that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113486109687894785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113486109687894785&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113486109687894785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113486109687894785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/12/eureka.html' title='Eureka!'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113355115474420055</id><published>2005-12-02T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:20:47.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some more ...</title><summary type='text'>In continuation to my previous post:Tanisha, the heroine of Yash Chopra banner's 'Neal 'N' Nikki', has denied all the criticism leveled against her. She is under fire for taking shelter under the umbrella of exposure in this movie. When asked about it she got angry and quipped, "What have I done as to provoke you to ask such a question? I look glamorous and not vulgar in 'Neal 'N' Nikki'. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113355115474420055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113355115474420055&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113355115474420055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113355115474420055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-more.html' title='some more ...'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113337707473201508</id><published>2005-11-30T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:25:06.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?!?!</title><summary type='text'>yeh another one of my whats .... i don't have much time to write up a post but i have to vent something that's bothering me a lot ... the brand new Yash Raj presentation - Neal n Nikki - is apparently situated in Canada and if you see Tanisha's (the female lead) outfits in the movie - well like one of my friends put - "looks like soft porn" ... BUT the justification for her being so scantily clad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113337707473201508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113337707473201508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113337707473201508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113337707473201508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/11/what.html' title='WHAT?!?!'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113324272206646695</id><published>2005-11-28T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:38:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><summary type='text'>out of sheer boredom, i googled "matrimonial sites" today. very interesting responses. do it yourself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113324272206646695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113324272206646695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113324272206646695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113324272206646695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113286685820552835</id><published>2005-11-24T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:58:15.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of my tales :p</title><summary type='text'>Yep, I'm back. heh Those of you who missed me ... aww I missed you too hehe :p. Either way, I have another interesting story to share with y'all. I have finally accomplished to get myself a stalker of my own!! YAY! and the best part is that it's not a man ... it's a woman! haha The story goes something like this:I was friends with this dude, who is four years older than me, back in Grade 11 (5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113286685820552835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113286685820552835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113286685820552835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113286685820552835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-one-of-my-tales-p.html' title='Another one of my tales :p'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113176181917356824</id><published>2005-11-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T10:06:11.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to Kim</title><summary type='text'>It's about time I broke my peace. It's been over two weeks since I last left my footprints here. Well, I am back for a brief visit - only to disappear for another two weeks - life beckons. :( Anyway, I have to share a little anecdote with you. It's about my friend Kim. Normally, you'd look at her and go "hmm pretty girl. looks like she's smart too." but today she proved otherwise. The story goes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113176181917356824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113176181917356824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113176181917356824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113176181917356824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/11/ode-to-kim.html' title='An ode to Kim'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113056513108196268</id><published>2005-10-28T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:58:33.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bhansali's devdas</title><summary type='text'>Today, as I was having dinner, songs from the movie Devdas (2002) were playing on TV. It sent me on a nostalgic trip back to the time when I watched the movie for the first time. I remember feeling a strange discomfort in my stomach upon enduring the three hour long “star studded” torture that Bhansali made me and my fellow theatre goers worldwide endure. Well, we had to - since we paid money to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113056513108196268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113056513108196268&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113056513108196268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113056513108196268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/bhansalis-devdas.html' title='bhansali&apos;s devdas'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113034066239424606</id><published>2005-10-26T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:31:02.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EXACTLY!!</title><summary type='text'>ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Sing-a-longHappy Birthday to Me ... Happy Birthday to Me ... Happy Birthday to Me ... Happy Birthday to Me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113034066239424606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113034066239424606&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113034066239424606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113034066239424606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/exactly.html' title='EXACTLY!!'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113030238439861475</id><published>2005-10-25T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:53:04.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>contdown keeps continuing</title><summary type='text'>ONE day to my birthday!!!!!!ONE!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113030238439861475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113030238439861475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113030238439861475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113030238439861475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/contdown-keeps-continuing.html' title='contdown keeps continuing'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113019337958021386</id><published>2005-10-24T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:04:15.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PDA aka Public Display of Affection</title><summary type='text'>On the bus today, when I was coming home (yeh i'm still bussing it), two high school love birds came and sat in the seat in front of me. I was trying to doze off as I usually do on my way home but I was awakened with sounds I've only heard on TV for the past little while (lol that's sad). Yep, they were making out. To save them the embarassment of an audience, I politely got up and went to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113019337958021386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113019337958021386&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113019337958021386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113019337958021386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/pda-aka-public-display-of-affection.html' title='PDA aka Public Display of Affection'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113017578415574280</id><published>2005-10-24T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:45:26.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown continues</title><summary type='text'>TWO days to my birthday!!!!!!TWO!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113017578415574280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113017578415574280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113017578415574280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113017578415574280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/countdown-continues.html' title='countdown continues'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113009538570176441</id><published>2005-10-23T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:28:45.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown begins today</title><summary type='text'>Three days to my Birthday!!!!!!!!THREE!ps: i don't like having two blogs :(. I feel like I am cheating on this one with the other.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113009538570176441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113009538570176441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113009538570176441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113009538570176441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/countdown-begins-today.html' title='countdown begins today'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-113001019431152277</id><published>2005-10-22T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:58:00.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the games we play</title><summary type='text'>As I was sitting in the bus today morning, my thoughts (as usual) weren't with me; they were out travelling with the moons and the stars (as usual) ... and I, the poor mortal, was in the bus with fellow passengers yawning at 7(ish) AM. When my thoughts did eventually manage to get back to me, my thinking process shifted into high gear and t'was a-rollin like a train on a train track - at 8 in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/113001019431152277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=113001019431152277&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113001019431152277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/113001019431152277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/games-we-play.html' title='the games we play'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112991583175110818</id><published>2005-10-21T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:53:51.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Launch of a new blog</title><summary type='text'>I just launched another blog ... cuz 1. I wanted to keep one merely for random musings (incoherent digressions) and one for relatively serious posts (incoherent discussions).2. I was asked to do so by someone I hold in high regards :) ... so I did. In future, all the random b******t goes here whilst the relatively serious posts go there. Here is the link to the 'other' blog! N-joy. Love havin ya </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112991583175110818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112991583175110818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112991583175110818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112991583175110818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/launch-of-new-blog.html' title='Launch of a new blog'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112991093396487328</id><published>2005-10-21T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:08:53.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!</title><summary type='text'>exactly! what?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112991093396487328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112991093396487328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112991093396487328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112991093396487328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/what.html' title='What?!'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112974831246944966</id><published>2005-10-19T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:31:58.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>power, wisdom, freedom?</title><summary type='text'>power, wisdom, freedom?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112974831246944966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112974831246944966&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112974831246944966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112974831246944966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/power-wisdom-freedom.html' title='power, wisdom, freedom?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112973430743671075</id><published>2005-10-19T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:10:47.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOOOD morning, Gorgeous People</title><summary type='text'>Today's post is going to be a random assortment of crazy things that are infesting my head this chilly morning of October 19th, 2005.Funny thing: I read in the paper today about 'bride schools', in India, that focus on personality development of the potential brides so that they can have an edge over other suitors for NRI grooms. The duration of such a personality development course, which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112973430743671075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112973430743671075&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112973430743671075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112973430743671075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/gooooood-morning-gorgeous-people.html' title='GOOOOOOD morning, Gorgeous People'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112960970134666062</id><published>2005-10-17T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:32:38.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the elusive girl power (?)</title><summary type='text'>the elusive girl power (?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112960970134666062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112960970134666062&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112960970134666062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112960970134666062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/elusive-girl-power.html' title='the elusive girl power (?)'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112944031275710961</id><published>2005-10-15T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:09:38.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftershock</title><summary type='text'>October 15, 2005 - a day after one of the major life altering incidents for mecurrent stats: badly bruised left knee, stiff neck and back, face swollen a lil bit, but thankfully, no broken bones or sprains or anything serious of the sortDespite that, I went through a roller-coaster of emotions one could only possibly imagine of experiencing within one day. I was visibly shaken, I hit the pits, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112944031275710961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112944031275710961&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112944031275710961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112944031275710961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/aftershock.html' title='the aftershock'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112942262523022562</id><published>2005-10-15T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:34:19.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Happens</title><summary type='text'>Shit Happens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112942262523022562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112942262523022562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112942262523022562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112942262523022562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/shit-happens.html' title='Shit Happens'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112934418963605298</id><published>2005-10-14T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T23:55:14.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><summary type='text'>I almost died todayit was not cool :(blah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112934418963605298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112934418963605298&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112934418963605298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112934418963605298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112898364216084511</id><published>2005-10-10T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:33:12.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Marriage</title><summary type='text'>On Marriage</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112898364216084511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112898364216084511&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112898364216084511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112898364216084511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-marriage_10.html' title='On Marriage'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112879387260216268</id><published>2005-10-08T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:33:47.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I write?</title><summary type='text'>Why do I write?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112879387260216268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112879387260216268&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112879387260216268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112879387260216268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-do-i-write.html' title='Why do I write?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112878877289393381</id><published>2005-10-08T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:27:14.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Earthquake</title><summary type='text'>Peace be with those who lost lives and loved ones in the earthquake that shook up three countries of Pakistan, India and Afghanistan October 8th morning.A moment of silence pleaseAmen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112878877289393381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112878877289393381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112878877289393381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112878877289393381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/asian-earthquake.html' title='Asian Earthquake'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112872473755106291</id><published>2005-10-07T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:35:24.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysteries of Love Exposed</title><summary type='text'>Mysteries of Love Exposedwoah! I impress myself at times! Watch out Aristotle, here comes Roop! heh jokes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112872473755106291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112872473755106291&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112872473755106291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112872473755106291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/mysteries-of-love-exposed.html' title='Mysteries of Love Exposed'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112863825046583192</id><published>2005-10-06T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:36:01.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of Perception</title><summary type='text'>Evolution of Perceptionps: Happy Birthday, Vik. I shall join you where you are in four years but alas, you would've already proceeded another four. Well, it's the thought that counts, yea? ha, Happy Birthday foo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112863825046583192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112863825046583192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112863825046583192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112863825046583192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/evolution-of-perception.html' title='Evolution of Perception'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112848486043177912</id><published>2005-10-04T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T02:13:12.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Internet ?</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to a talk show on radio today as I was driving to go pick up mom from her work.  It was about ‘internet chat addiction’ increase at an alarming rate amongst teenagers.  It caught my attention because I would’ve definitely classified myself in that category once upon a time.  Not so long ago but thankfully, a comforting while ago.        I was in Grade 11 then.  16 years old.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112848486043177912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112848486043177912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112848486043177912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112848486043177912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/addicted-to-internet.html' title='Addicted to Internet ?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112847950475413271</id><published>2005-10-04T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:31:44.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.....................</title><summary type='text'>I’m officially losing it. I was just on the phone with G and he confirmed it for me. E wrote it off as a ‘writer’s block'.  I feel trapped in my own thoughts.  I have too many mental disorders, philosophers, crime and deviance theories, and techniques to study visual media on my head to actually be able to churn out something that’d hold my interest if I were to read it again.  ‘Information </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112847950475413271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112847950475413271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112847950475413271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112847950475413271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='.....................'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112804116450767727</id><published>2005-09-29T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:13:42.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a Dog in a Dog eat Dog world ... or not</title><summary type='text'>Regarding my last few posts here, even I lost myself when I re-read them.  Aristotle’s writings make more sense than mine and that is quite a statement – those of you have read him will agree. My man, Aristotle, could've been a genius but he sure had a tendency to ramble on incoherently but that's what smart people do - digress frequently; therefore, he is excused. Either way, since I realized </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112804116450767727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112804116450767727&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112804116450767727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112804116450767727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/dog-in-dog-eat-dog-world-or-not.html' title='a Dog in a Dog eat Dog world ... or not'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112785941870942267</id><published>2005-09-27T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:36:31.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion For Truth</title><summary type='text'>Passion For Truth</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112785941870942267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112785941870942267&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112785941870942267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112785941870942267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/passion-for-truth.html' title='Passion For Truth'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112744400431841594</id><published>2005-09-22T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:31:48.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness / Unhappiness - all a Perception?</title><summary type='text'>Lately, I’ve been more than enamoured with the splendid colours of fall that have engulfed Calgary, like it does every year, during this time of year.  Strange as it may sound, this is the first time since I’ve been here that I actually appreciate fall.  Dead leaves sweeping the newly paved road lined with yellowing trees on both sides is sure a sight worth driving at the posted speed limit for a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112744400431841594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112744400431841594&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112744400431841594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112744400431841594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/happiness-unhappiness-all-perception.html' title='Happiness / Unhappiness - all a Perception?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112707809575277480</id><published>2005-09-18T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:37:08.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast(s) from the past</title><summary type='text'>Blast(s) from the past</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112707809575277480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112707809575277480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112707809575277480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112707809575277480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/blasts-from-past.html' title='Blast(s) from the past'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112672535684724450</id><published>2005-09-14T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:15:56.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - still bitter still sweet</title><summary type='text'>News FlashX approached me after reading my previous post with the justification:“In the context of love, I’m not sure if I’m sacrificing my love for her or I am asking of her to preserve love whilst I detach myself from the people I love.  Maybe I am young, maybe I am not ready for commitment just yet, does that mean I don’t love her??” My response: Yep, you did make some sense for a change – you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112672535684724450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112672535684724450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112672535684724450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112672535684724450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-still-bitter-still-sweet.html' title='Love - still bitter still sweet'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112666579953748932</id><published>2005-09-13T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:38:12.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - Bitter/Sweet?</title><summary type='text'>Love - Bitter/Sweet?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112666579953748932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112666579953748932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112666579953748932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112666579953748932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-bittersweet.html' title='Love - Bitter/Sweet?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112666572307878822</id><published>2005-09-13T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:38:46.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Passage of Time</title><summary type='text'>Passage of Time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112666572307878822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112666572307878822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112666572307878822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112666572307878822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/passage-of-time.html' title='Passage of Time'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112612224952087527</id><published>2005-09-07T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:39:47.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity revisited</title><summary type='text'>Stupidity revisited</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112612224952087527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112612224952087527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112612224952087527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112612224952087527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupidity-revisited.html' title='Stupidity revisited'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112612219610686630</id><published>2005-09-07T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:40:29.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An apple a day keeps the DOCTOR AWAY!</title><summary type='text'>An apple a day keeps the DOCTOR AWAY!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112612219610686630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112612219610686630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112612219610686630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112612219610686630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/apple-day-keeps-doctor-away.html' title='An apple a day keeps the DOCTOR AWAY!'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112612191740886132</id><published>2005-09-07T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:39:18.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? Violence? Abuse?</title><summary type='text'>Seriously? Violence? Abuse?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112612191740886132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112612191740886132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112612191740886132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112612191740886132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/seriously-violence-abuse.html' title='Seriously? Violence? Abuse?'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112612173530199745</id><published>2005-09-07T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:29:18.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kanye West controversy and Katrina havoc on Bush Admin</title><summary type='text'> This is a video of Kanye West's and Mike Myer's appearance for a American Red Cross Disaster Relief Fundraiser telecast live on NBC. Be patient, it takes time to load. Kanye, a rap artist by profession, made some comments that are rendered 'racist' by a certain percentage of non-black population in America and he has also been labelled immature, an opportunist and uninformed by a a certain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112612173530199745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112612173530199745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112612173530199745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112612173530199745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/09/kanye-west-controversy-and-katrina.html' title='The Kanye West controversy and Katrina havoc on Bush Admin'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112302345364348414</id><published>2005-08-02T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:07:46.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>confused babble</title><summary type='text'>For as long as I might hopefully live, I will always carry along words of a good friend of mine : "Don't we have enough stress in our lives that we try and create some more?" ... A constant want of getting more always follows us wherever we go like a shadow we often tried to escape from when we were little. I remember when I was little and we used to go to our old paternal house in a village in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112302345364348414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112302345364348414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112302345364348414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112302345364348414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/08/confused-babble.html' title='confused babble'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8465496.post-112215371830754077</id><published>2005-07-23T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T15:21:58.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression vs Impression</title><summary type='text'>Recently, a dear friend  suggested that angst could be a possible source of my creativity; I’ve been involved in serious, time consuming thought processes since. Is it angst that gives birth to creativity in me or is it suppression of creativity that brings forth angst? Being unable to decide, I figured that perhaps penning down some thoughts might help and here I am, typing away to glory………….It’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/112215371830754077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8465496&amp;postID=112215371830754077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112215371830754077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8465496/posts/default/112215371830754077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infamousbrat.blogspot.com/2005/07/expression-vs-impression.html' title='Expression vs Impression'/><author><name>R R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00135179605926969348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://pics-72.hi5.com/userpics/972/155/155958972.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
