<?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-15146547</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:52:10.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AyyahLand</title><subtitle type='html'>Buggering of Ayyahs Inc..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-114167511353011644</id><published>2006-03-07T01:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-07T01:28:33.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a new post a new beggining and a new end..</title><content type='html'>wazzaaaaa'!!! been a long time since i've posted..&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna put a coupl'a words called "hell's bell's" by The Young brothers and sung by Bon Scott  i think or its that other fellow..they were all satanist ayyabuggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rainI'm comin' on like a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;My lightning's flashing across the sky You're only young but you're gonna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's putting up a fightI got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hellI'm gonna get you,&lt;br /&gt;Satan get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:Hell's Bells&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Hell's Bells&lt;br /&gt;You got me ringing Hell's Bells&lt;br /&gt;My temperature's high, Hell's Bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine&lt;br /&gt;If you're into evil you're a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;See my white light flashing as I split the night&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if [God's  good's] on the left,  then I'm stickin' to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's puttin' up a fightI got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get you, Satan get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Bells, Satan's comin' to you&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Bells, he's ringing them now&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Bells, the temperature's high&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Bells, across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Bells, they're takin' you down&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Bells, they're draggin' you around&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Bells, gonna split the night&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Bells, there's no way to fight, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Bells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason i wrote this? well its a song i like a lot even though its actually sort of rubbish! but from what i can see the only 3 satanic bands i.e the eagles, led zep and Ac/Dc ..every one loved them even though they were satanic&lt;br /&gt;i mean whevenr i listen to this song it gives me that weird tingly feeling like when i hear the solo of stairway to heaven...i guess its because i enjoy it not because its satanic... but because it soudns amazinly cool and gives me a sense of peace!kinda wierd innit'?&lt;br /&gt;cach they Freaks and the Peeps later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninj'.. ( Rolling thunder inc.!Lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-114167511353011644?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/114167511353011644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=114167511353011644' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/114167511353011644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/114167511353011644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-post-new-beggining-and-new-end.html' title='a new post a new beggining and a new end..'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112997665361699090</id><published>2005-10-22T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:54:13.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hes backkkkk</title><content type='html'>the horseshoe... im intrigued ( how ever u spell it and to all u bleddy grammer fanatics out there)&lt;br /&gt;i mean they say tht even pyrimads and horseshoes are supposed 2 maintain good energy and balance out the ki and get good luck favouring u&lt;br /&gt;but do they?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a false sense of security which the brain percieves and goes on lk an optimist&lt;br /&gt;i mean is it fooling our brains and guts&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a stupidly annoying way to make some dabbu( cash!!)&lt;br /&gt;feels GOOD to be back!&lt;br /&gt;ninju... teh hurricane man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112997665361699090?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112997665361699090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112997665361699090' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112997665361699090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112997665361699090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/hes-backkkkk.html' title='hes backkkkk'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112929381039181622</id><published>2005-10-14T18:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-14T18:13:30.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To the unsuspecting public..</title><content type='html'>i have decided to indefintly dis continue this blog since it does not really mean anythin and is a load of dung&lt;br /&gt;and that no body really visits???&lt;br /&gt;well we'll leave it at that...&lt;br /&gt;for the last time... ( may be??)&lt;br /&gt;The Ninju...That big muckamuck in the sky!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112929381039181622?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112929381039181622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112929381039181622' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112929381039181622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112929381039181622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-unsuspecting-public_14.html' title='To the unsuspecting public..'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112798314944574131</id><published>2005-09-29T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:09:10.133+05:30</updated><title type='text'>he's heree.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is the prepared text of the address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, who spoke at Commencement on June 12, 2005.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;br /&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my patents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;br /&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;br /&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me - I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that your are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;br /&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much. &lt;/p&gt;hmm....&lt;br /&gt;Klopiley says hi!!...&lt;br /&gt;ninju..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112798314944574131?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112798314944574131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112798314944574131' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112798314944574131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112798314944574131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/09/hes-heree.html' title='he&apos;s heree.......'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112689781435061210</id><published>2005-09-17T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:40:14.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ariels....In The Sky..</title><content type='html'>hmm...exams..comin...nervous...tension...kakapiness...ayyabuggerin... what the hell... why do even need all this...back to such primitivness...screw the politics... i mean whats the point of learning throughout the wholee term jus FOR the exams... its bugginly annoying...&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;jennifer lopez... Hennifer lopez... jennifer...hennifer...jenny. .. henny...jen..hen... JENNIFER...HENNIFER LOPEZZ...&lt;br /&gt;im off...&lt;br /&gt;we have the lives to live...&lt;br /&gt;and remember.... whatever polly says she still wants the cracker...&lt;br /&gt;back to the primtitive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninju... ( hennifa lopez...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112689781435061210?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112689781435061210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112689781435061210' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112689781435061210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112689781435061210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/09/arielsin-sky.html' title='Ariels....In The Sky..'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112627658302272725</id><published>2005-09-09T20:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:06:23.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what the hell from the bowels of heaven...</title><content type='html'>what is this rubbish going on... is my batch of students SO unlucky that we're the last one's to ever write Xth boards... what shiat.. i mean why US .. we're the unluckiest batch... we get a new syllabus and have no idea about the questions... this sooo suxxx... bleddy cbse/ncert buggers ... if they dint want board exams whats the damned point of introducing them!!! every one can become the all hail messiah 99%er types then...&lt;br /&gt;its not that i WANT to write the exams... i just dont want it to end with me:D&lt;br /&gt;well.. they can just ditch 12th boards as well cant they??... they can jus take ur markz frm ur skl and get into college or do an exam for that like all the Tnpce shiat tht was going on...&lt;br /&gt;i sign off by sayin tht the cbse/ncert people have brains of fruit flies...&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninjoze...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112627658302272725?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112627658302272725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112627658302272725' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112627658302272725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112627658302272725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-hell-from-bowels-of-heaven.html' title='what the hell from the bowels of heaven...'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112592272182587059</id><published>2005-09-05T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:48:41.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>from adams apple to my hindi tuition</title><content type='html'>the adams apple... hmm...pharynx or whatever it is called:D&lt;br /&gt;popular legend says its because when god kept that tree of knowledge where adam and eve where and told them not to touch it adam took an apple and bit into it... and it got stuck in his throat...and god appeared and chucked him into the oblivion of hell for that... for what eating a damn apple... if god created man because he was bored.. why on earth did he keep that tree THERE of all the places in the world and universe&lt;br /&gt;thats what i dont understand in the book of genesis...&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing...&lt;br /&gt;now moving on...&lt;br /&gt;my hindi tuition...&lt;br /&gt;its the subject i despise the most&lt;br /&gt;its a bunch of rubbish&lt;br /&gt;on the dot at 6pm mondays and wednesdays it starts&lt;br /&gt;and i just pretened to listen and nod... i know its not good... but i do make an effort ... my concentrationn jus ebbs awayy.... my teacher looks like a crow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i jus mugg and write what i can to the many " u shuld do better... u dont concentrate... do hard work"'s which come every 2 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;I DONT UNDERSTAND IT AT ALLLLL...&lt;br /&gt;so annoying&lt;br /&gt;and at 730 i have to do a test&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;and till 755 its that&lt;br /&gt;and then at 8  its done...pheww....&lt;br /&gt;jesus mohter of christ i have to go hindi tuition now...&lt;br /&gt;ahh the injustice of it....&lt;br /&gt;ninju...!..!!..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112592272182587059?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112592272182587059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112592272182587059' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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this year hasnt been a good one... i mean look at it... it started out with a tsunami preceding it.. then so much crap in Iraq... so many hurricane's in the US of A... and so much stuff thats even happened to me... and people i know&lt;br /&gt;happy new year??... yeah right.. this year has been nothing but bullshit... you might think im screening out the good things but they were more bad things than good...&lt;br /&gt;the whole world lost so many influential people...&lt;br /&gt;whenever i opened my browser on yahoo it was like " this person .. who influenced so many ppl blah blah" has died at the age of whatever...&lt;br /&gt;every day almost.....&lt;br /&gt;whats going on???&lt;br /&gt;coal is getting depleted&lt;br /&gt;oil prices are hiking up faster than an indian taxi metre&lt;br /&gt;so much death and destruction&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is apocalypse is on the horizon...&lt;br /&gt;sign off...right off... go off&lt;br /&gt;so im off&lt;br /&gt;Ninju "the BULL"&lt;div 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Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112473536150758386</id><published>2005-08-22T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:59:21.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>shnuckland...</title><content type='html'>hmm...out here in the fields...i fought for our meals.... as townshend composed...and i sit and think... i was readin a few articles by this guy called Frank Stockton... literature is so stupid and annoying sometimes... i mean why cant we all jus continue talkin in Eths and yonder's ... or stupid shakspeare culda atleast invented some better slang... like right in the might..for fight? rink in the mink for a drink... what shiat  both dont make sense... i guess it'll all make sense when i grow up into an "adult"... no doubt...until then ill remain in shnuckland all you shnuckaroonies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112473536150758386?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112473536150758386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112473536150758386' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112473536150758386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112473536150758386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/shnuckland.html' title='shnuckland...'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112455715928088444</id><published>2005-08-20T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:29:19.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hang tight...</title><content type='html'>it so hard to understand to grasp and it continues to PISS me off...what am i talking about.... if u can guess its DEATH... its caught up with me too many times and why is it ALL good people have these accidents? AND nothing happens to all the rotten bastards in the world eh? might not be fair but it is true....one second the best person next second forever gone...and we were talkin about GOD...how come if u believe in god he always takes the GOOD people eh....why dont most rotten people go ... why is it always THEM.....im not sayin bad people dont die but im sayin its a majority of the good ones.... how come he keeps takin them away eh.. for no reason...forever this concept shall never be understood by me .... Rest in Peace Rohit.. we hope that ull continue to wach over us and wish you were still here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112455715928088444?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112455715928088444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112455715928088444' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112455715928088444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112455715928088444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/hang-tight.html' title='hang tight...'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112443649628129275</id><published>2005-08-20T01:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:58:16.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>completley nonsenseitical mood...</title><content type='html'>im in one of those moods again...CAPT.MAKUDANEYYYYYYYYY....hehehe scared you dint i... no no nonsense at all....or at least no makudaneys&lt;br /&gt;ii dont get it why do people always take their anger out on some one they dont like jus for the heck of not liking them&lt;br /&gt;if theyre reading this which i doubt u know who u are....&lt;br /&gt;ive heard of unconditional love but unconditional HATE???&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i mean what did I EVER do... atleast they can have the balls or courtesy to TELL Me...&lt;br /&gt;jesus what the hell has this world come to...just snapping at people for no reason&lt;br /&gt;now for the best part i want to talk about!!&lt;br /&gt;TOWELSS(happy pn?:D)&lt;br /&gt;where wuld the world be without them!!! hehehe theyre a vital part of life just like shower curtains!!!  if it wasnt for shower curtainsheheheehehe&lt;br /&gt;atleast they show more importance than teh HATERS AND THE WASTERSS&lt;br /&gt;anwayss... nothing else on mind i forgot all the imprtant things to blog about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ze neenju...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112443649628129275?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112443649628129275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112443649628129275' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112443649628129275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112443649628129275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/completley-nonsenseitical-mood.html' title='completley nonsenseitical mood...'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112410741569861832</id><published>2005-08-16T06:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:33:35.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>romano dippinbum....!!</title><content type='html'>as makudaney and the modo's celebrate...back in dorkyland the embhurur is Furiousss with dork...and of course in his anger he kills him..but before he dies...dorky swurves in a deep arc and says....."rosebud" and falls into the pit of endless pits where no pits can be found but pits are found..&lt;br /&gt;and then out of the ashes risees....DIPPINBUM!!&lt;br /&gt;devoid of all HUMAN like characteristics of love and hate...he serves only the embherer and no one else...&lt;br /&gt;the embhurur smiles @ his creation...part pink toilet seat part bourbon biscuits with a dash of fingernails to do the  trick..&lt;br /&gt;ATTACK MY SLAVE ATTACKK MAKUDANEY AND THE Filthy Modo's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back at makudaney's camp..&lt;br /&gt;"harry I AM YOUR YOUR FA...oops sorry wrong strip..&lt;br /&gt;the modo's are in high spirits but makudaney is disturbed...could it really be true....dork was his AYAAH!&lt;br /&gt;tobywan never told him...he felt betrayed and a sudden rush of hate for tobywan for hiding this piece of informaton...why culdnt h e have told him back HOME on Britannia land...&lt;br /&gt;"enough of the damn happiness.. i sense a dusturbunce un the furce..." says makudaney...&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;the heavens cry hell draws back and the earth ITSELF shook&lt;br /&gt;out of the vortex came................................the pack of rabiddd BUTTERFLIES....&lt;br /&gt;RUN MY MODO's WE DONT HAVE A CHANCE..........&lt;br /&gt;what will happen  to the stupid modo's?&lt;br /&gt;does makudaney have a chance??&lt;br /&gt;will the empbherer ever get plastic surgery and get that tooth out of his nose?&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for the next exciting episode...same time ..same MakChannell....&lt;br /&gt;on  a lighter note happy independance day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112410741569861832?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112410741569861832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112410741569861832' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112410741569861832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112410741569861832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/romano-dippinbum.html' title='romano dippinbum....!!'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112382445891730372</id><published>2005-08-14T01:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-13T12:51:28.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>religion...??</title><content type='html'>religion...is it just a way people escape into the blackness of being satisfied...or do they really believe&lt;br /&gt;could GOD as krishna rama and whoever exist....&lt;br /&gt;then why dont we seem them as every one says so...&lt;br /&gt;am i going to really die if i dont believe in it...&lt;br /&gt;i mean all die hard christians say if u dont believe in jesus you will go to hell...( i dont have anything against christians ..just generally!)&lt;br /&gt;i understand each religion shows its own characteristics&lt;br /&gt;the christians were the ones who told tribals here that they should wear clothes&lt;br /&gt;when they have been down right almost naked throughout theyre lines...&lt;br /&gt;they dint tell them 2 remove it if it rained or snowed&lt;br /&gt;no they jus wore it and got diseases and got wiped out...&lt;br /&gt;i mean who are they to come into our country n try n spread THEIR religion&lt;br /&gt;who made them the messiah....&lt;br /&gt;we dont see any hindu's sayin if u dont believe in rama u will go to hell&lt;br /&gt;what shit...&lt;br /&gt;even hinduism has its backwardness lk caste system etc...&lt;br /&gt;A white christian man came here and once asked me...OHh you have the caste system here.... i said oh you have racism and fanatism?&lt;br /&gt;God is there...whether who he is it is up to us to choose...not another way to DISCRIMINATE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112382445891730372?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112382445891730372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112382445891730372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112382445891730372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112382445891730372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/religion.html' title='religion...??'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112377277310093299</id><published>2005-08-12T09:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:36:13.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The places the things...</title><content type='html'>hmm...do most people believe in life the fullest...as in grab every opportunity and make use of it completley....i mean they're are many times where one needs to compromise or go for it completley....some people say do one thing some say the other , some even say one thing and do the other(bahh hypocrites!!)&lt;br /&gt;it may depend on the situation but also a persons nature&lt;br /&gt;i guess im stuck not able to understand which one to choose...&lt;br /&gt;on a road with two paths not knowing which one to take..&lt;br /&gt;well...maybe it'll all work out.&lt;br /&gt;moving on!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1974/1393/1600/Band705%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1974/1393/320/Band705%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it the real deal the pearl the god of all sets the besttt my set!!which i got for jus 2 k more than shishirs:P&lt;br /&gt;the drums... i got into the drums really to fuel out every single bit of anger out of me..&lt;br /&gt;whenever i was i jus went onto them and freaked...&lt;br /&gt;but as it went on i also enjoyed it and used it not only as an anger manager...&lt;br /&gt;it relaxes me and makes a person feel that they're the mannn the dudeeee the big muckamuck( you get the point dont u??!)&lt;br /&gt;hhehehe&lt;br /&gt;neways cach the ayyabloggers later&lt;br /&gt;ninj...(sponsored by "fudpuckers...insanity is just an excuse")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112377277310093299?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112377277310093299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112377277310093299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112377277310093299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112377277310093299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/places-things.html' title='The places the things...'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112360765197090317</id><published>2005-08-10T11:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:44:11.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I dont get it...</title><content type='html'>people are born every day... people die everyday...everything happens.. for ur own good...that statment annoys me...and i hate people who keep telling me.."it is gods will"&lt;br /&gt;religiously fanatic people..yauvrything is all so screwd up..whats all gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;apocalypse shall arise...all that has happened shall eventually end...whats the point of it all&lt;br /&gt;gratification.. is that all?&lt;br /&gt; i mean is it just for the sensation of accomplishment?&lt;br /&gt;i like to feel like i've done something but then all of it every single part and bit of it will jus disappear...when you ask?&lt;br /&gt;a.when a person dies&lt;br /&gt;b.when a person feels like they arn't worth anything&lt;br /&gt;c.when he or she is in depression&lt;br /&gt;i dont really understand or grasp this concept&lt;br /&gt;we'ere all jus gonna die out some day&lt;br /&gt;we all know it&lt;br /&gt;yet look at the un deniable soul and spirit of a human&lt;br /&gt;one thing they havn't corrupted, polluted THAT much&lt;br /&gt;by the way this post was meant to praise that...not deny it..&lt;br /&gt;ninj..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112360765197090317?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112352397578681666</id><published>2005-08-09T11:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:29:35.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CAPT.MAKUDANEYY AND THE MODO GANG...</title><content type='html'>muahahah...makudaneyy..i have trapped you once and for all...but wait...didnt Toby-Wan tell you??...makudaney...i AM YOUR AYYAH.......NOOOOOO IT CANT BE NOOO&lt;br /&gt;haiiiiiyahhhhhhhhhh(the kommodians appear!!) attackkkkk..&lt;br /&gt;yahhhhhhhh loook skyskidder and hands solstice appear....TA TAAAA TATATAAAAAA TATATATAAAAAAA(star wars music!)&lt;br /&gt;Pooff....&lt;br /&gt;all goes black... and the sgyskidder and hands are down and out&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhh a piercing scream echoes...makudaneys  rite hand was cut off by Dork Vader..JOIN ME MAKUDANEY...IN THE QUEST TO MAKE ALL TOILET SEATS PINK!!!&lt;br /&gt;"neverrrrrrrrrrrrr" ....remembhur makudaney the bhorce bhill be with you....the words of his mentor gummuudipundi jones were heard...&lt;br /&gt;POWWWWWWWW makudaney attacks dork with a kommo-di-o from the wisp-o&lt;br /&gt;dork flails and falls and the Embhorer comes into the picture...&lt;br /&gt;YAHHHHHHH pow karkaow makudaney attacks the emporer with his jujubi attack..muahahah says the embherer ...he takes the body of dorky and disentergrates into dorkyland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for the next exciting episdoe: MAKUDANEY's Revenge...&lt;br /&gt;(sorry people im a lil' high!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112352397578681666?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112352397578681666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112352397578681666' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112352397578681666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112352397578681666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/captmakudaneyy-and-modo-gang.html' title='CAPT.MAKUDANEYY AND THE MODO GANG...'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112343515918452517</id><published>2005-08-08T11:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:49:19.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1974/1393/1600/P6280003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1974/1393/320/P6280003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog 1:Tubby affectionatly known as Tubster...Toby-Wan, Tubdance and Telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1974/1393/1600/P1010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1974/1393/320/P1010012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog 2: Nina&lt;br /&gt;features: &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt;, resembles a bandicoot, affectionatly known as ninster, fatwoman, sausage and bandicoot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112343515918452517?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112343515918452517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112343515918452517' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112343515918452517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112343515918452517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/dog-1tubby-affectionatly-known-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112342734035884685</id><published>2005-08-08T09:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:39:00.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...the SYSTEM..</title><content type='html'>i never really thought about this before so excuse me if im a bit off...&lt;br /&gt;we all work our butts off at school ..(where we're going because our parents put in their money for our education...)&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the stupid rules they came up during the holidays about tht Tnpce n all ...what shiat now the'yve put back the old rules&lt;br /&gt;because of all that so many colleges were delayed in opening&lt;br /&gt;i mean whats going to happen if they reduce SOME workload on us&lt;br /&gt;they expect a bit too much... every teacher bitting my head off because of this and that and this and that..&lt;br /&gt;why cant we atleast choose what we want?&lt;br /&gt;The least they can do is reduce portions&lt;br /&gt;why the hell am i studying about geography in hindi when im learning it english again&lt;br /&gt;what use is poetry gonna be useful for me in LIFE&lt;br /&gt;what am i gonna become the next keats or tagore...&lt;br /&gt;no wayy man...&lt;br /&gt;im not completley sure on what i want to become or do in life but then they can make sure that these things can happen&lt;br /&gt;look at the state now of college applications&lt;br /&gt;because of that 0.02 less i cant get into medical college and my dreams crash right before my eyes..what i slogged and worked my ass of for&lt;br /&gt;then on to the subject of tuitions&lt;br /&gt;a person goes for tuition because:&lt;br /&gt;a)they cant understand what's being taught and dont have the guts to ask the teacher&lt;br /&gt;b)because they need 2 get that extra 5 marks theyre missing to get 95&lt;br /&gt;c)to have fun&lt;br /&gt;d) go because friends go&lt;br /&gt;the whole tuition system slaps schooling in the face and INSULTS it...&lt;br /&gt;its completley weird and so screwed up&lt;br /&gt;admitted i do go for hindi tuition...i go because i dont understand a damn..all i do is mugg and write..&lt;br /&gt;i cant understand because she speaks in hindi&lt;br /&gt;would it be soooooooooo hard on a teacher who is fluent in both languages to explain it in english?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...well what to do..life has shit..deal with it..thats my motto from now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninj..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112342734035884685?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112342734035884685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112342734035884685' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112342734035884685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112342734035884685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmthe-system.html' title='Hmm...the SYSTEM..'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112339295942929123</id><published>2005-08-07T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-07T11:05:59.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Beach..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beach&lt;/em&gt;...we all love it...its THE hang out place and has been for generations and WILL be..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but im not gonna go into the sand part of it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the water...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean so many people piss in it so many dirty ppl bathe in it so many FISH are in there and god knows what else...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet in spite of all this dirt and filth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're still atracted to the water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know we always come back n have a nice bath or a  hose down but thats not the point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its like getting dirty on purpose and cleaning...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what meaning does that have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just finished a series of books by dave pelzer all on his childhood and how he grew up being abused by his mother until the age of 7 i think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and how he grew up in foster care..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of the most amazing books i'v ever read...i suggest it for any reader who can handle a lil' high stuff...not much but  a lil'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothin' else here...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ninj..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112339295942929123?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112339295942929123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112339295942929123' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112339295942929123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112339295942929123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/beach.html' title='The Beach..'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise Pollution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15429938221541887439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112331315617324613</id><published>2005-08-07T01:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:55:56.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'>..Alice In Boozeland</title><content type='html'>frankly..&lt;br /&gt;the things that makes most people feel good&lt;br /&gt;booze&lt;br /&gt;drugs&lt;br /&gt;more drugs&lt;br /&gt;women:P&lt;br /&gt;all stoners n boozers know that deep inside them they know that its gonna hit them somehow some where...&lt;br /&gt;im not saying dont do it&lt;br /&gt;nor am i saying do it&lt;br /&gt;but do people want INSTANT gratification or ...&lt;br /&gt;would you rather have anything NOW or wait for it and shape up the future&lt;br /&gt;genrlly its also peer pressure which gets people into drugs&lt;br /&gt;but lets not get into that&lt;br /&gt;i mean only when a person goes SO far down the road they  stop caring..&lt;br /&gt;every one loves to live even if they hate it&lt;br /&gt;or as the famous saying goes every one wants to go to heaven but they dont want to die...&lt;br /&gt;whattodoo&lt;br /&gt;cooling cooliing and chilling madding&lt;br /&gt;the dilemma or teh facts&lt;br /&gt;what a peer is or a friend is to me?&lt;br /&gt;i dunt completley know the answer to that yet...but i know there are some people i can trust completley...&lt;br /&gt;even if 2 people break up in a friendship the TRUST they had will always be there...&lt;br /&gt;ok now im preaching a bit too much:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch the ayyabloggers and teh makudaneys later...&lt;br /&gt;ninju..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112331315617324613?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15146547.post-112326481814817010</id><published>2005-08-06T11:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:58:07.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>well what to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;muahahah created the blog now...got the idea frm dhruva to do it here...generally do it on msn bt what the fugg...ayya bugger returns...(sponsored by CAPT. makudaney AND THE MODO gang!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im in love with JJ cale and black crowes music(courtesy dhruva for the crowes hey but i gave the cult no!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lisnin 2 cocaine and behind blue eyes now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cach all the ayyas and the buggers and the makudaneys later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ninj...don no wholl reply but what the heck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;man iv been "wat the fugging" a bit too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15146547-112326481814817010?l=ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/112326481814817010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15146547&amp;postID=112326481814817010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112326481814817010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15146547/posts/default/112326481814817010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayyabuggersrevenge.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-what-to-say.html' title='well what to say'/><author><name>Rock 'n Roll Aint Noise 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