<?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-8296002837853791221</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:55:16.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haqqani</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throwmeoutthere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296002837853791221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throwmeoutthere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>haqqani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438455752258859169</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296002837853791221.post-7390245752272133338</id><published>2009-07-12T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:55:52.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have reached a certain stage whereby i could really see what is not meant to be seen...what shouldnt be seen..what shouldnt be known...its as though i can really see right through whats happening everywhere around me..with everybody...like the imperfections..those things or words that happen for a of spilt of a second and they wait and an apparent answer from the universe to reply them or suit to their ego and be on their side..&lt;br /&gt;why do i see these things less vaguely everyday..family...friends..people...its like i live a an unseen realm..an abyss that i do not wish to reside to..an abyss that takes me away for a spilt second to view the world from a very geneic piont of view and opens uo the cruel truth for me...all i can do i to observe and not be vocal about it...i can only beleive in my innerself and trust him to pacify myself and say..hey its really alright..sleep tight oh outer being...its like my deepest concience is the only one that is able to hold me from falling apart...he is like my saviour...why is this entrusted upon me...i did not wish for it...i dont want to be able to see what i see ..this ugly system of how the egoes of beings interface on..how they work..their mechanism...sometimes in life its better not to know what is not meant to be known...or what is should be kept deep under...its like i open pandoras box with every sight i have...like i can  observe through everything....its like standing on a very high plateau and the world opens up its ugly side just to throw it on your being to accept it and say, its just how things are...people are...but my concience tell me..all these happens because of a much higher control..a supreme realm that is controlling everything...i subject myself to its will..there is no point to retaliate..i disintegrate to be as one...free myself from this slavery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adapted from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Poems Of the Unrelentless Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Author : M . H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296002837853791221-7390245752272133338?l=throwmeoutthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throwmeoutthere.blogspot.com/feeds/7390245752272133338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296002837853791221&amp;postID=7390245752272133338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296002837853791221/posts/default/7390245752272133338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296002837853791221/posts/default/7390245752272133338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throwmeoutthere.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-reached-certain-stage-whereby-i.html' title=''/><author><name>haqqani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438455752258859169</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296002837853791221.post-3927776580047472037</id><published>2009-04-03T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:20:19.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ideal Life</title><content type='html'>Admist all the hustle and maturity talk and "oh hey ,im so Adult and developed alter ego"..Scumbags of the universe fail to realise the beauty of being a child..GROWING OLD IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL..i dont want to grow up..i want to live in my ever so enclosed, weird and funny alter ego world..I have yearned and strived for one longing dream..An aspiration that i have to live in a cocoon..To be sheltered and not exposed..I WANT TO BE A PEANUT..yes you heard me..i wish i may that i was a peanut..a groundnut is not too bad an idea also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine..growing from the soil..emerging into a new world of light..sharing the warmth of the sun with other creatures around you..holding on to your fellow plant friends when the rain is pouring..When the harvest season arrives, the kind farmer places you in a warm sack...a brown one..Then that becomes your temporary home...so nourishing..enjoying the comfort of the dark..reminding you of those days when you were ever so warm in the soil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you hear the sound of an engine from the farmer's warehouse where all the other sacks are stored. Thats the sound of the lorry that is going to send you to the lively factory..The farmer rushingly opens the door of the warehouse and pick the sack that your are in, and throw it at the back of the lorry..You and your friends are delighted to be on an adventure...However, the journey was long and painful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, You and your friends are thrown on a moving belt and yet again fall inside another sack..This time its the Plastic package which belongs to the "megelembu" company...you know now that you are about to be sold. That means, somebody is willing enough to part with money and buy you..do you know how joyful it is when you realise that you are going to be bought...soo exciting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A humble soul reaches upon the shelves of the supermarket to grab the package that you and your friends are in..He buys you..The beeping sound of the laser operated price analyser gives you a sense of satisfaction..a delightful sense of knowing that you are bought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day...out of a sudden..you see rays of light shining of you...an awesome feeling overwhelms your shell..you feel this aura of delinquence...it is as though your journey is coming to an end..you know, that NIRVANA is approaching..Your shell Breaks open!!!...two human fingers reach for you..you feel a rush of coldness when your shell leaves your body..so vunerable..so innocent..so pure and clean you are..A groundnut..A holy groundnut..YOU enter the JAWS of a human being...your body is crushed into debris..YOU are FREE...YOU released of all Worldly slavery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slide down the  long slimy intestine..dark and moist, you await your fate...Again you see light..this time below you...you exit the rectum and plunge into a mixed pool of manure and water...Unexpectingly, you are sucked down by a powerful whirlpool...sliding down dark tunnels and obstacles..you withstand anything that comes through your way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...You fall into the sea...Floating endlessly..peacefully...calmly on the very waves of the Ocean..you will be free forever...I wish to be a free man..A free soul..I will save myself from worldly slavery..the very non-pleasant system by which the world runs.Therefore in this life...I will strive to make myself and evolve my physical Body into a GROUNDNUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted From&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY innocent little cousin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who sat on my lap and told me that his ambition was to be a peanut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while watching spongebob squarepants on nickelodeon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many thanks little cousin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though you are of minimal age to reach a common understanding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the system of the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have shown me the real light in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becoming a GROUNDNUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296002837853791221-3927776580047472037?l=throwmeoutthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throwmeoutthere.blogspot.com/feeds/3927776580047472037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296002837853791221&amp;postID=3927776580047472037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296002837853791221/posts/default/3927776580047472037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296002837853791221/posts/default/3927776580047472037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throwmeoutthere.blogspot.com/2009/04/ideal-life.html' title='The Ideal Life'/><author><name>haqqani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438455752258859169</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
