<?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-684060464115329567</id><updated>2012-02-15T07:00:55.641-08:00</updated><category term='jupiter'/><category term='they say'/><category term='wiki'/><category term='original compositions'/><category term='broadband internet'/><category term='Daron Malakian'/><category term='engineers'/><category term='music'/><category term='Bday'/><category term='rejection'/><category term='The day that never comes'/><category term='Chaos'/><category term='jaipur'/><category term='Hello World'/><category term='life'/><category term='Sorrow'/><category term='mutation'/><category term='losing'/><category term='survival of the weakest'/><category term='World'/><category term='ochreblue'/><category term='virus'/><category term='Death Magnetic'/><category term='orkut pwn'/><category term='dating'/><category term='walk with me in hell'/><category term='Scars on Broadway'/><category term='Metallica'/><category term='failure'/><category term='probed'/><category term='System of a down'/><title type='text'>Brilliant Idiots</title><subtitle type='html'>Who are the real idiots???
Is it you or the society or just us...
or does it really matter what some people,
labeled idiots by the idiots say...
listen out to them and decide for yourself.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-5262712924335428368</id><published>2008-12-05T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:56:32.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineers'/><title type='text'>Why you should date an Engineer...</title><content type='html'>Top 14 reasons to date an engineer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We are trained to do it right the first time&lt;br /&gt;13. We are used to Night Stands&lt;br /&gt;12. We are always willing to experiment&lt;br /&gt;11. We know how to decrease and increase friction&lt;br /&gt;10. We know all about heat transfer&lt;br /&gt;9. We do it with more torque&lt;br /&gt;8. We can wire your circuits&lt;br /&gt;7. Free body diagrams&lt;br /&gt;6. Potential for smart children&lt;br /&gt;5. Engineering couples have better moments&lt;br /&gt;4. We know how to deal with stress and strain&lt;br /&gt;3. We know it's not the length of the vector that counts, but how you apply the force&lt;br /&gt;2. "Lubrication, Friction and Wear" is actually a class&lt;br /&gt;1. The world DOES revolve around us....we pick the coordinate system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you dont understand any of the reasons stated above feel free to ask me cuz I'm an Engineer per se... but only if you're a female!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-5262712924335428368?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/5262712924335428368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=5262712924335428368&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5262712924335428368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5262712924335428368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-you-should-date-engineer.html' title='Why you should date an Engineer...'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-8741911036369097544</id><published>2008-11-15T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:54:40.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video game prOn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9-TcjVEvAI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9-TcjVEvAI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you guys are thinking, and you're all dirty perverts. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Name: Ar tonelico: Melody of Elemia&lt;br /&gt;Platform: PS2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video courtesy &lt;a href="http://www.gametrailers.com/player/usermovies/288112.html"&gt;gametrailers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-8741911036369097544?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/8741911036369097544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=8741911036369097544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8741911036369097544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8741911036369097544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/11/video-game-pr0n.html' title='Video game prOn'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-3313878909597163372</id><published>2008-09-27T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:00:22.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE</title><content type='html'>The Academy-Award nominated animated short-film by Mark Osborne tells the story of a lonely inventor, whose colorless existence is brightened only by dreams of the carefree bliss of his youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By day, he is trapped in a dehumanizing job in a joyless world. But by night, he tinkers away on a visionary invention, desperate to translate his inspiration into something meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his invention is complete, it will change the way people see the world. But he will find that success comes at a high price, as it changes himself, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C8aFxk0aUuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C8aFxk0aUuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-3313878909597163372?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/3313878909597163372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=3313878909597163372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3313878909597163372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3313878909597163372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/09/more.html' title='MORE'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-3125057570909967609</id><published>2008-09-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:38:14.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questioning our National Anthem</title><content type='html'>This is one of the most interesting e-mails of the hundreds that are forwarded to me everyday......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jana Gana Mana' - Just a thought for the National Anthem! How well do you know about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered who is the ' adhinayak' and 'bharat bhagya vidhata', whose praise we are singing.. I thought might be Motherland India ! Our current National Anthem 'Jana Gana Mana' is sung throughout the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know the following about our national anthem, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, India 's national anthem, Jana Gana Mana Adhinayaka, was written by Rabindranath Tagore in honor of King George V and the Queen of England when they visited India in 1919. To honor their visit Pandit Motilal Nehru had the five stanzas included , which are in praise of the King and Queen.(And most of us think it is in the praise of our great motherland!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the original Bengali verses only those provinces that were under British rule, i.e. Punjab, Sindh, Gujarat ,Maratha etc. were mentioned. None of the princely states were recognized which are integral parts of India now Kashmir, Rajasthan, Andhra, Mysore or Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither the Indian Ocean nor the Arabian Sea was included, since they were directly under Portuguese rule at that time. The Jana Gana Mana Adhinayaka implies that King George V is the lord of the masses and Bharata Bhagya Vidhata is 'the bestower of good fortune'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following is a translation of the five stanzas that glorify the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First stanza: (Indian) People wake up remembering your good name and ask for your blessings and they sing your glories. (Tava shubha name jaage; tava shubha aashish maage, gaaye tava jaya gaatha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second stanza: Around your throne people of all religions come and give their love and anxiously wait to hear your kind words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third stanza: Praise to the King for being the charioteer, for leading the ancient travelers beyond misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth stanza: Drowned in the deep ignorance and suffering, poverty-stricken, unconscious country? Waiting for the wink of your eye and your mother's (the Queen's) true protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifth stanza: In your compassionate plans, the sleeping Bharat (India) will wake up. We bow down to your feet O' Queen, and glory to Rajeshwara (the King).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole poem does not indicate any love for the Motherland but depicts a bleak picture. When you sing Jana Gana Mana Adhinayaka, whom are you glorifying? Certainly not the Motherland. Is it God? The poem does not indicate that. It is time now to understand the original purpose and the implication of this, rather than blindly sing as has been done the past fifty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehru chose the present national anthem as opposed to Vande Mataram because he thought that it would be easier for the band to play!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was an absurd reason but Today for that matter bands have advanced and they can very well play any music. So they can as well play Vande Mataram, which is a far better composition in praise of our Dear Motherland India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, it's high time! Shouldn't Vande Mataram be our National Anthem. Come Join together to put Vande Mataram as our National Anthem.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And it makes me wonder&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia's translation of the anthem in english:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! Dispenser of India's destiny, &lt;b&gt;thou art the ruler of the minds of all people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sindh, Gujarat, the Maratha country,&lt;br /&gt;in the Dravida country, Utkala and Bengal;&lt;br /&gt;It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,&lt;br /&gt;it mingles in the rhapsodies of the pure waters of Yamuna and the Ganges.&lt;br /&gt;They chant only thy name.&lt;br /&gt;They seek only thy auspicious blessings.&lt;br /&gt;They sing only the glory of thy victory.&lt;br /&gt;The salvation of all people waits in thy hands,&lt;br /&gt;O! Dispenser of India's destiny, &lt;b&gt;thou art the ruler of the minds of all people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory to thee, Victory to thee, Victory to thee,&lt;br /&gt;Victory, Victory, Victory, Victory to thee!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore is said to have written the poem in honour of God. In a letter to Pulin Behari Sen, Tagore himself wrote:&lt;sup id="cite_ref-chatterjy_11-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jana_Gana_Mana#cite_note-chatterjy-11" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;"A certain high official in His Majesty's service, who was also my friend, had requested that I write a song of felicitation towards the Emperor. The request simply amazed me. It caused a great stir in my heart. In response to that great mental turmoil, I pronounced the victory in Jana Gana Mana of that Bhagya Vidhata [ed. God of Destiny] of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India" title="India"&gt;India&lt;/a&gt; who has from age after age held steadfast the reins of India's chariot through rise and fall, through the straight path and the curved. That Lord of Destiny, that Reader of the Collective Mind of India, that Perennial Guide, could never be George V, George VI, or any other George. Even my official friend understood this about the song. After all, even if his admiration for the crown was excessive, he was not lacking in simple common sense."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-3125057570909967609?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/3125057570909967609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=3125057570909967609&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3125057570909967609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3125057570909967609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/09/questioning-our-national-anthem.html' title='Questioning our National Anthem'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-5886253260898003272</id><published>2008-09-20T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:11:52.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was probably one of those beautiful days of my life when i dint feel like being from the LOSER LOT(obviously in academics) Its a great feeling to have when you know that everyone looks you down and suddenly you show them that you are not that bad...&lt;br /&gt;Weather was super duper awesome... Had a blast with some friends in the evening!&lt;br /&gt;It may sound lame but I guess there was a sense of satisfaction when I got back home y'day... everything went smooth and yeah it could be cuz its the "HAPPY WEEK!" for me... its always been :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a BEAUTIFUL DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-5886253260898003272?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/5886253260898003272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=5886253260898003272&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5886253260898003272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5886253260898003272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-5590123911151677832</id><published>2008-09-19T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:45:50.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inTrodUctiOn</title><content type='html'>fiNally m writtin in here mann.... this proves 2 things,,&lt;br /&gt;A) I have nvr been more bored in my life then ryt now cause m writing for the first tym in 2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;B) Ganja is more lazY then me (can't say for sure whether hez visited this blog or not tiLL date).&lt;br /&gt;Well as far as the title goes i m one of  five doods drawn on the ryt side wearing red and black stripes.... i sTill dnt knw Y d hELL has dhAw drawn a bloody tree on my shirt??????? ( u gotta xplain dat mann!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;so just wanna say HeYYlOOOO to all d active members in here n if u manage to scr0LL down our blog n are surprised by the no. of hits this page has recieved den lemme teLl u dat is d wrK on dis guY who wants to be caLLed " EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd " (i dnt knw y though)  :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weLL i guess dats enuf for this posT...&lt;br /&gt;wiLL write again whn m in d same mental health again n have nothin else to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SachIn&lt;br /&gt;P.S.   oYe dhaw y is CoB n MAideN not in our goDs list mann??????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-5590123911151677832?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/5590123911151677832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=5590123911151677832&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5590123911151677832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5590123911151677832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/09/introduction.html' title='inTrodUctiOn'/><author><name>B@D H0rs!E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04008404850394210420</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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-7951999994324966201</id><published>2008-09-13T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:57:55.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Google!</title><content type='html'>Jesus Loves You ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Google Loves Jesus &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SMucji94B-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SyU7XldHHjo/s1600-h/Clipboard01j1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SMucji94B-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SyU7XldHHjo/s400/Clipboard01j1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245458325498759138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-7951999994324966201?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/7951999994324966201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=7951999994324966201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7951999994324966201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7951999994324966201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-google.html' title='Holy Google!'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SMucji94B-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SyU7XldHHjo/s72-c/Clipboard01j1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-3202966406242817054</id><published>2008-09-07T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:35:32.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My existence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avp-Rm6oFLs/SMRIga8tQ6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_5B1UUcKDFE/s1600-h/simon-chalk-children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avp-Rm6oFLs/SMRIga8tQ6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_5B1UUcKDFE/s320/simon-chalk-children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243395587993060258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sychopathic nature is my existence.&lt;br /&gt;Discussions, Conversations, are somethings I Despise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm clearly Distressed, in the very depth of the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Admitted. Its wrong, wrong, wrong. Staring straight at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm a stranger to Light. Darkness, Oh Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perhaps. Probably. Cause we take our eyes off the world, off the Road,&lt;br /&gt;off the niche, that we wander.&lt;br /&gt;Wandering, is Clean. And pitched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just the other day I met you. And I Hated it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I cling to not to get Sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;To the unflinching truth which sways past you, and you Swish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lets all fall into the trap of Answering Back, of Revolution,&lt;br /&gt;Of being No one, Of being the fire, the Activist, of being, You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You in Black, Me in Red. Lets Commute.&lt;br /&gt;Not you , you Ass...&lt;br /&gt;I wont make you cry, Cause its not a part of the Plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I wont Crumble when You Cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Neither Would I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You guessed right: Schizophrenia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-3202966406242817054?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/3202966406242817054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=3202966406242817054&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3202966406242817054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3202966406242817054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-existence.html' title='My existence.'/><author><name>Ananya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12324995699326268343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_avp-Rm6oFLs/SItsgCwYnuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yKmbVJRTUZg/S220/n759185416_3350715_7697.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avp-Rm6oFLs/SMRIga8tQ6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/_5B1UUcKDFE/s72-c/simon-chalk-children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-2142965338645578722</id><published>2008-09-07T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:47:19.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of a demented mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SMOwKotRHbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pJ_B0rU07AE/s1600-h/BXP41116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SMOwKotRHbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pJ_B0rU07AE/s400/BXP41116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243228087961853362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A dilation in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a flow of adrenaline in my nerves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the brain refuses to stay low, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asks me why dont you trip more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a gush of energy comes from within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Die only after you've tried everything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with all my senses lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i only remember things that make me low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell why should not I trip more and more and more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-2142965338645578722?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/2142965338645578722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=2142965338645578722&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/2142965338645578722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/2142965338645578722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts-of-demented-mind.html' title='Random Thoughts of a demented mind'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SMOwKotRHbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pJ_B0rU07AE/s72-c/BXP41116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-4323834282532650175</id><published>2008-09-05T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:06:12.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iNoob but iOriginal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SME774iXIzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/N8bu2pe9ZCQ/s1600-h/alienworld4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SME774iXIzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/N8bu2pe9ZCQ/s400/alienworld4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242537341210796850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want someone I can call my own&lt;br /&gt;Share myself, on face or on phone&lt;br /&gt;Can you please give me a fresh start&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try and cure your wounded heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made a mistake you see, without a reason that unfortunate time&lt;br /&gt;You used to be a stranger once, I want you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;You may think that all hope is now outta hand&lt;br /&gt;That I am a Noob, I totally understand!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realize I said things which are hard to forget, its true&lt;br /&gt;I am SORRY, Please have a look at me, I am waiting for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-4323834282532650175?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/4323834282532650175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=4323834282532650175&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/4323834282532650175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/4323834282532650175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/09/inoob-but-ioriginal.html' title='iNoob but iOriginal'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SME774iXIzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/N8bu2pe9ZCQ/s72-c/alienworld4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-2339735184085079001</id><published>2008-08-29T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:23:23.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with me in hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World'/><title type='text'>Rampant Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;cha·os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:blue;" class="pointer" onclick="pw = window.open('http://content.answers.com/main/content/pronkey-answers.html', 'PronunciationKey', 'height=650,width=520,resizable,scrollbars');if(pw){pw.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" &gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;kā'ŏs&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; A condition or place of great disorder or confusion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A disorderly mass; a jumble: &lt;i&gt;The desk was a chaos of papers and unopened letters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;often &lt;span class="shw"&gt;Chaos&lt;/span&gt; The disordered state of unformed matter and infinite space supposed in some cosmogonic views to have existed before the ordered universe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mathematics.&lt;/i&gt;  A dynamical system that has a sensitive dependence on its initial conditions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obsolete.&lt;/i&gt;  An abyss; a chasm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chaosreview.com/pix/chaos-theory-042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.chaosreview.com/pix/chaos-theory-042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chaos... ya chaos... and that too rampant... if you are thinking where... bloody look around yourself you filthy self-obsessed retard... the whole of GODDAMNED World is in chaos...&lt;br /&gt;Is the human breed so full of itself that all that's left among us is CHAOS???&lt;br /&gt;Be it Jammu and Kashmir issue, Georgia-Russia issue,&lt;br /&gt;hell even Nature is at its Brutal and Chaotic best in Bihar!&lt;br /&gt;When I look around I get a feeling that this is the beginning of THE END... I mean its all happening at the same time... Human Hatred, Nature's Catastrophe... its a no-escape situation... so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray for solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Pray for resolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Pray for a savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Pray for deliverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Some kind of purpose,&lt;br /&gt;a glimpse of a light in this void of existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now witness the end of an age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope dies in hands of believers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Who seek the truth in the liar's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Take hold of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For you are no longer alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Walk with me in hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. : This post has nothing to do with people having the words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rampant chaos&lt;/span&gt; in their email ids!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-2339735184085079001?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/2339735184085079001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=2339735184085079001&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/2339735184085079001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/2339735184085079001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/08/rampant-chaos.html' title='Rampant Chaos'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-9074791244207162043</id><published>2008-08-28T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:51:03.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metallica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Magnetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The day that never comes'/><title type='text'>Metlika is a roxxx \m/</title><content type='html'>The dogs err..gods of rock..are back with a (gang)bang \m/&lt;br /&gt;After the failure of St.Wanker, Metlika have come back with a new album, titled Dick Magnetic. It's a cool name.&lt;br /&gt;And the first single off the album is titled,&lt;br /&gt;The Gay That Never Cums. How cool huh? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.metallica.com/index.asp?item=601119"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you can listen to a preview of the album &lt;a href="http://www.metallica.com/index.asp?item=601104"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And Candies For All \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-9074791244207162043?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/9074791244207162043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=9074791244207162043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/9074791244207162043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/9074791244207162043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/08/metlika-is-roxxx-m.html' title='Metlika is a roxxx \m/'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-7497112840291173708</id><published>2008-07-20T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:08:36.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidential Business Transaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Confidential Business Transaction&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, July 20, 2008 3:22 PM&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;"karim ahmed" &lt;ahmed_k13@superposta.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;undisclosed-recipients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sir/madam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Mr. Karim Ahmed, Director Account department African development bank Ouagadougou Burkina Faso . I am contacting you with respect to transfer the sum ($25,200,000 USD) Twenty-five Million, Two Hundred Thousand United States Dollar) deposited by a Jordan Merchant named Mr. John Korovo who die in 25th December 2003 plane crash Benin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my investigation,  I find out that he die along with his next of kin and the roll-over on the funds has also expire because the bank law stimulates that after five/six years where the next of kin did not appear for the claim funds, the fund will transfer into bank treasury as unclaimed funds. In order to avert this negative development, I will like to seek for your permission as a foreigner to stand as the next of kin to Mr.John Korovo so that the fruits of this old man's labour will not be use for financing government. The money will be paid into your account for us to share in the ratio of 50% for me and 50% for you and expenses incurred in the course of the transaction will be made both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no risk involve in this project as my position in my bank and with the aid of my personal information I  will be provided to make you the legal beneficiary and the legality of this project will correspond with local and international laws of inheritance.Upon your response, I shall then provide you with further information and modalities that will help you understand the transaction. You should observe utmost confidentiality, and rest assured that this project would be most profitable for both parties because I shall require your assistance to invest my share in your country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting your urgent reply&lt;br /&gt;(telephone number:  (  00226 78 15 47 47 )&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and regards&lt;br /&gt;Mr Karim Ahmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE SUPERFUCK?! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this in my mail today. Check out his email addy. Superposta ftw XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-7497112840291173708?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/7497112840291173708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=7497112840291173708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7497112840291173708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7497112840291173708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/07/confidential-business-transaction.html' title='Confidential Business Transaction'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-9056214921294539046</id><published>2008-07-20T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:35:56.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Society</title><content type='html'>What is society? What role do Social gatherings play in our life? Why do we need to socialize?&lt;br /&gt;Its all human nature, a convention followed not to be in solitude, to share the pain of loneliness!&lt;br /&gt;Is it for the weaker kinds? Do strong ones hold onto life all alone? Some say they don't need others to influence their lives and that they are their own master! If loneliness is a pain and pain is temporary then what use is a society of?&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bitch and in the end we all fuckin die, will the society care?&lt;br /&gt;Say who'll give a fuck???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-9056214921294539046?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/9056214921294539046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=9056214921294539046&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/9056214921294539046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/9056214921294539046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/07/society.html' title='Society'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-3310061154783850223</id><published>2008-07-19T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:53:01.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You are inches away from death everytime you go outside your comfort zone. How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to paradise! Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten week summer vaccation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell are you ever going to slow time down?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No one can match the speed of time... it seems like only yesterday that I was crying for what'll I do without all the comforts that I have at home, in Jaipur but whooosh one month passed and it  left me astonished of the fact that I survived without any dose of minimum 12 hrs of Internet and Music!!! Boi... am I strong? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as expected of pr0n boi he managed to find a proxy to access orkut from KSA where its blocked but cudnt update the blog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-3310061154783850223?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/3310061154783850223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=3310061154783850223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3310061154783850223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3310061154783850223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-inches-away-from-death.html' title='Back in Black'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-1626688116918845219</id><published>2008-06-14T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:13:35.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaipur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadband internet'/><title type='text'>Here I come Jaipur!</title><content type='html'>I am heading to Jaipur for a month... No not for the Gujjar Talks but for some serious shit... for my research work... mandatory Training cuz I managed to pass 3rd Year of my Engg.&lt;br /&gt;And as per one of my friend (ORKUT id: 13217255264070278426 ) I should be happy cuz I'll get to meet 18 emo gals there but somehow I'm not convinced enough to be happy!!!I love being with my net pals more...  Internet is my world and the world where I talk, play, fool, pwn, enjoy.... No i wasn't like this before but BROADBAND services ruined me!!! I am a Social Butterfly in the virtual world but hardly have 2-3 friends to go out with in the real world... I wonder what this trip in the outer world has in store for me!!! I pack my bag now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: pr0n boi shd keep the blog alive... if he doesn't he must be busy watching classic pr0n... Tera, Jenna, Aria, Tory etc. He be a SUPER PERVERT like Jiraiya sama from Naruto with a very high inclination towards the booties of AVN Award winners!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-1626688116918845219?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/1626688116918845219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=1626688116918845219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1626688116918845219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1626688116918845219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-i-come-jaipur.html' title='Here I come Jaipur!'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-3470773781893791936</id><published>2008-06-12T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T05:30:57.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original compositions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ochreblue'/><title type='text'>Ochreblue</title><content type='html'>Okay.. to begin with I must admit that I've never been really impressed by my college's bands till date.. i mean not even once did i feel that the guys are worth listening to!!! These are big words coming from someone who's got really no talent at all but frankly speaking I think I know more music just by listening to the quality stuff and so the standards for me are pretty high!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again there are exceptions and Ochreblue... a Progressive Rock band from my college who have always tried to work on OC's rather than practicing popular covers in the JAM ROOM recently released 4 of their songs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SFEV5KCG3qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pZ9UzT65REA/s1600-h/send2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SFEV5KCG3qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pZ9UzT65REA/s400/send2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210970315534294690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ochreblue.co.nr/"&gt;Check 'em out here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furia is a song full of energy&lt;br /&gt;Venice is a song full of pain&lt;br /&gt;Lady of the Glasshouse is a song full of soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boi... these guys are impressive and their music may remind you of Pain of Salvation and Ayreon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-3470773781893791936?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/3470773781893791936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=3470773781893791936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3470773781893791936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3470773781893791936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/06/ochreblue.html' title='Ochreblue'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SFEV5KCG3qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pZ9UzT65REA/s72-c/send2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-1906563900742593461</id><published>2008-06-10T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:29:48.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daron Malakian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scars on Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='System of a down'/><title type='text'>Scars On Broadway</title><content type='html'>Scars On Broadway, side project of Daron Malakian (SOAD's guitarist) owns you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fer real.&lt;br /&gt;If you are into 70's 80's rocknroll, then this band is for you. Even if you are not, you should listen to them. Or else I will kill you, because I am your God.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song from their project.. THEY SAY.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its all about to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/121439992/Scars_on_Broadway_-_They_Say.mp3.html"&gt;Download the song here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-1906563900742593461?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/1906563900742593461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=1906563900742593461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1906563900742593461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1906563900742593461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/06/scars-on-broadway.html' title='Scars On Broadway'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-7245989355596588529</id><published>2008-06-10T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:19:20.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello World'/><title type='text'>Your new God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am your God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SFP9XQ6q5iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Fss1qLtEdPw/s1600-h/v1-1863154.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SFP9XQ6q5iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Fss1qLtEdPw/s400/v1-1863154.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211787769917662754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all you need to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-7245989355596588529?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/7245989355596588529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=7245989355596588529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7245989355596588529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7245989355596588529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-new-god.html' title='Your new God.'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SFP9XQ6q5iI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Fss1qLtEdPw/s72-c/v1-1863154.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-4905479098005505019</id><published>2008-06-08T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:15:36.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mutation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wiki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jupiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='probed'/><title type='text'>Brilliant Idiots... eh?</title><content type='html'>For all those who still wonder why we exist and why do our numbers keep changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Brilliant idiots are Genetically mutated with some unknown virus or in simple language probed such that our activities could not only be monitored but also controlled by our kidnappers from JUPITER... you can say that we are multi-personality clones of each other who look different but think alike!!!&lt;br /&gt;The reason why are numbers keep changing is simple... its cuz in some of our brothers the mutation got permanent like me and Shady while in others it was temporary and they got normal after the gene sequence in them which was altered got repaired by SELF MECHANISM of their LIFE!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still curious... go and wiki the technical terms you /\55|-|0|_3, wiki-ing is a good habit and is also good for your brain!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-4905479098005505019?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/4905479098005505019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=4905479098005505019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/4905479098005505019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/4905479098005505019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/06/brilliant-idiots-eh.html' title='Brilliant Idiots... eh?'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-6873670261264611746</id><published>2008-06-05T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:59:16.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survival of the weakest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>Survival of the Weakest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Survival of the Fittest"&lt;/span&gt;, Originally applied by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Herbert Spencer&lt;/span&gt; in his Principles of Biology of 1864, Spencer drew parallels to his ideas of economics with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charles Darwin&lt;/span&gt;'s theories of evolution by what Darwin termed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;natural selection&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Survival of the Weakest"&lt;/span&gt;, is a hypothesis which i propose for all those guys who think that they are about to hit Rock bottom in their life... its a hope... its an optimistic yet realistic approach to stay happy in life... to never have the feeling of dejection or rejection... Rejection should make a person strong and not weak!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rejection must lead to a "Fight Back" from you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its something which leads to a belief of just Surviving without caring for a victory!!!&lt;br /&gt;Once you start failing at things everything seems to go out of place... Its hard to deal with failure but once you know and accept your weakness the only way to go is up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously in the exams of life you wont be able to just turn the tables upside down but its a funny thing... our life!!! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THEY SAY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You never know what's life got in store for you!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a believer in fate and all... so it all sounds crap to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survival of the weakest applies only for temporary phases in life... and its end leads to a fresh start... A fresh start where in you need to play as a Juggernaut and not repeat the same mistakes twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that its just another stupid post on life but so what &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life's one stupid fuckin bitch all the way... and in the end all die!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-6873670261264611746?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/6873670261264611746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=6873670261264611746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6873670261264611746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6873670261264611746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/06/survival-of-weakest.html' title='Survival of the Weakest'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-6355846495894347109</id><published>2008-05-29T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:33:49.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orkut pwn'/><title type='text'>ORKUT v1.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"TIME CHANGES EVERYTHING"&lt;/span&gt; and Orkut's no exception... with the passage of time Google changed Orkut to make it more user friendly... take the apps for example... dont u get the feeling you're on Facebook now!!!&lt;br /&gt;But there are something that never change... take a wild guess on what I am trying to reflect upon... &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;yes... the dumb-ass Orkut poseurs!!! (Watcha rofl-ing at... you might be one of those dumb-fuck-retards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has changed and so have the antics of these Poseurs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AGE OF &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"you-just-got-PWN3D"&lt;/span&gt; is upon us and in the words of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eric Cartman :"Looks like you're about to get pwned. Yeah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... you got that right on... Orkut today is full of Self Pawners/Pooners who simply pretend to be KNOW-IT-ALL FAGGOTS and in reality are victims of wiki or google(Oops... I forgot that everyone in todays world is a victim of google... so I better not mention the big G)... Even I am victimised by google... "BLOGGER"... Hail Larry Page and Sergey Brin!!! But... lets just talk about the Self Pawners for now... &lt;br /&gt;The New Age Orkutter  now got more to do than just scribble retard things in others Scrapbook... they now know that communities exist and that Orkut did actually have options like NEW POST &amp; NEW TOPIC in em!!! So just cuz they had to show off the world that they are SOMETHING... they choose to be "G-O-D"... yes... they know everything... and by everything I mean everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are Orkutters who want everybody to notice them and therefore update their profile once every hour so that they appear in each of their anonymous friend's LATEST UPDATES Section... they are so much so obsessed with their Histrionic personality disorder that they themselves dont know what they are writing in their profile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are Orkutters who pretend to be least bothered of their social network but are actually more conscious than a supermodel for impressions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Smoke... why the hell am I even discussing all this... Fuck it... its an abrupt ending I know but so what this is my blog and I dun feel like writing anymore about those lame Orkutters... do they deserve this spotlight??? No... so... dun you have anything else to do...&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-6355846495894347109?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/6355846495894347109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=6355846495894347109&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6355846495894347109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6355846495894347109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/05/orkut-v11.html' title='ORKUT v1.1'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-8412978724451391616</id><published>2008-05-12T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:56:37.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE - JOINT FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://split-magazine.com/images/jointfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://split-magazine.com/images/jointfamily.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ever since I have heard this awesome song... its been on my mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;Go buy the record and enjoy their music!!! Album's name is HOTBOX and Its great!!!&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;why don't, u see, the way that, i see things.&lt;br /&gt;is it just, the way i am, different from, the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;for you, i changed myself, about me, u never gave a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;self righteous, constantly, but the only thing, constant is change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where were u wise one,&lt;br /&gt;when i needed inspiration&lt;br /&gt;why dint you pull me when... (when i was stuck in the mud)&lt;br /&gt;for you i changed myself&lt;br /&gt;self righteous constantly ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change yr house, change yr life,&lt;br /&gt;change yr friends change yr rights&lt;br /&gt;change the laws change the system&lt;br /&gt;for a change u be the victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me i did wrong im sorry u gotta go through ths song&lt;br /&gt;i have no love left for you, im dedicating this one to you&lt;br /&gt;for you i changed myself about me you dint give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;self righteous constantly but the only thing constant is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change yourself that's what you said&lt;br /&gt;why should i even care&lt;br /&gt;why for you should i bleed&lt;br /&gt;change from you is what i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why change&lt;br /&gt;why change&lt;br /&gt;why change me&lt;br /&gt;why do you want me to change this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;why &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-8412978724451391616?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/8412978724451391616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=8412978724451391616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8412978724451391616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8412978724451391616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/05/change-joint-family.html' title='CHANGE - JOINT FAMILY'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-5267403048557575042</id><published>2008-05-09T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:50:57.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this world getting to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SCSA1SiXyAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZU8dxA1wHqE/s1600-h/ATgAAAAS3vylHmPVGi89FdPlolFTmHEcdASPuTOtqIJRWTais06snmnC1pPhu4iklq0thOn4DegDwvsdHVDIOwuPH9taAJtU9VAUuiw4hsDWgOGlYOu1oY7KNfo55Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SCSA1SiXyAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZU8dxA1wHqE/s400/ATgAAAAS3vylHmPVGi89FdPlolFTmHEcdASPuTOtqIJRWTais06snmnC1pPhu4iklq0thOn4DegDwvsdHVDIOwuPH9taAJtU9VAUuiw4hsDWgOGlYOu1oY7KNfo55Q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198421522889820162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WORDS NEEDED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-5267403048557575042?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/5267403048557575042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=5267403048557575042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5267403048557575042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5267403048557575042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-this-world-getting-to.html' title='What is this world getting to?'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SCSA1SiXyAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZU8dxA1wHqE/s72-c/ATgAAAAS3vylHmPVGi89FdPlolFTmHEcdASPuTOtqIJRWTais06snmnC1pPhu4iklq0thOn4DegDwvsdHVDIOwuPH9taAJtU9VAUuiw4hsDWgOGlYOu1oY7KNfo55Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-6980091587803336090</id><published>2008-02-21T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:44:17.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sinister Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/R724R13o-EI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IvFsYD1zeiM/s1600-h/23107224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/R724R13o-EI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IvFsYD1zeiM/s400/23107224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169490563948935234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the beginning, before all others, I would continuously cower,&lt;br /&gt;so I sold my soul for the entirety of Satan's immense power.&lt;br /&gt;I performed all the rituals, completed every last rite.&lt;br /&gt;Now gone forever from me is my eternal light.&lt;br /&gt;I inflicted malevolence on innocents to demonstrate my hate.&lt;br /&gt;I have walked the roads that lead to hell but I can never escape my fate.&lt;br /&gt;When the time drew night and I approached my death,&lt;br /&gt;my conscience was occupied with all that I left.&lt;br /&gt;Before me looms the divine who will give me his holy smite,&lt;br /&gt;and condemn me to the bowls beneath the Earth's great height.&lt;br /&gt;Here I will remain until the coming of the king of everyone,&lt;br /&gt;when my earlier punishment will now be forever undone.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand trial anew for my transgressions and await my end,&lt;br /&gt;where I will suffer for all days and forever contend,&lt;br /&gt;that for all the strength of this world and of every other,&lt;br /&gt;I should never have taken my fire and made it forever smothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-6980091587803336090?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/6980091587803336090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=6980091587803336090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6980091587803336090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6980091587803336090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2008/02/sinister-me.html' title='The Sinister Me'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/R724R13o-EI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IvFsYD1zeiM/s72-c/23107224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-9128116141096054898</id><published>2007-12-07T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:45:24.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the title...</title><content type='html'>Its been quite some time now since I last posted here... well can say was kinda busy(the same ol lame excuse every next person gives you) but to be frank I was not... just did'nt had anything to post... see you are not the only loser out there whose life isn't exciting and interesting, there are others too!!! Okay enuff of this nonsense!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This post is just to remind you(if you're there) that WE( read Dhaw cuz Shady's dead for now) are still alive and kickin ass(none whatsoever)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading if you did... you can now continue with anything else!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-9128116141096054898?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/9128116141096054898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=9128116141096054898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/9128116141096054898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/9128116141096054898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/12/fuck-title.html' title='Fuck the title...'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-7226473747190227340</id><published>2007-11-05T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:01:18.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am :(</title><content type='html'>Hi idiots and my fellow Idiot Killers.&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I greet my dear idiots first (after all they rule this world).&lt;br /&gt;I choose to consider the reader to be an aspiring or a professional IK and so will straight away get to the point. Before I indulge in the topic of idiots I would like to simply classify them into those ‘who know they’ are and those ‘who don’t’ and straight away eliminate those idiots who know about the little glitch in their evolutionary conception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem Statement:&lt;br /&gt;I face with a very unique set of idiots. (I’ll give u a moment here to ponder at how I used ‘unique’ and ‘idiots’). These idiots, apart from having no clue about their uniqueness on this planet go on to live their well trained and neatly sketched lives, unfazed by the amazing wonders and infinite opportunities life provides them an us all in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mystery doesn’t fascinate them let alone come to their attention, art doesn’t motivate them and greatness doesn’t elude them. Normalcy is such an issue to them that anything that they have been ‘taught’ to them becomes a natural fact that they will give all their energies to defend it……….. (Common Sammy that’s understandable u say but aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt; I haven’t come to the worst part)…&lt;br /&gt;And those like Reddy or Dhaw or me question these facts that they have established we don’t face disgust or hatred or even the simplest forms of disagreement…….we face sympathy!!!! Even worst, I face empathy. They want to fix my problem!!!!&lt;br /&gt;One probably already gets the wavelength of our frustration by now, so ill save the swear words on this post. (Though the very thought brings some in)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So we have all each developed some defense mechanism to handle our respective idiots.&lt;br /&gt;I for one am so overwhelmed by my idiots that whenever I cross their paths and get a look of disagreement or (even worst) of sympathy I quickly fire a defense rocket called “oops!! I am such an idiot” &lt; swear loudly in my mind and cure life &gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-7226473747190227340?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/7226473747190227340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=7226473747190227340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7226473747190227340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7226473747190227340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/05/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am :('/><author><name>Samarth Bharadwaj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6zUFCsutP8/TZimCFa9KZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LGa-BCM1bp4/s220/DSC00544.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-5919799389155564411</id><published>2007-10-23T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:43:18.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Kya???</title><content type='html'>Humans are like goats. We'll eat any damned thing. Just ask the people who make PowerBars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you'll find foods in this world that don't even seem possible. Not just that they could exist, but that people would actually stick this stuff in their mouths without a gun to their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found six dishes that seemed to have sprung from Satan's own cookbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#6.Escamoles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4R1YpyNUI/AAAAAAAAADw/blmEZL0aZYc/s1600-h/anteggs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4R1YpyNUI/AAAAAAAAADw/blmEZL0aZYc/s400/anteggs1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124553034842649922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What the hell is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escamoles are the eggs of the giant black Liometopum ant, which makes its home in the root systems of maguey and agave plants. Collecting the eggs is a uniquely unpleasant job, since the ants are highly venomous and have some kind of blood grudge against human orifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eggs have the consistency of cottage cheese. The most popular way to eat them is in a taco with guacamole, while being fucking insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wait, it gets worse ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escamoles have a surprisingly pleasant taste: buttery and slightly nutty. This hugely increases the chances that, while in Mexico, you could eat them without realizing you are eating a taco full of fucking ant eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#5.Casu Marzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4SfIpyNVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Vm9j34M-Bjw/s1600-h/maggotcheese1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4SfIpyNVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Vm9j34M-Bjw/s400/maggotcheese1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124553752102188370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardinia, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What the hell is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, dear reader, is a medium-sized lump of Sweet Fucking Christ. Casu Marzu is a sheep' milk cheese that has been deliberately infested by a Piophila casei, the "cheese fly." The result is a maggot-ridden, weeping stink bomb in an advanced state of decomposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its translucent larvae are able to jump about 6 inches into the air, making this the only cheese that requires eye protection while eating. The taste is strong enough to burn the tongue, and the larvae themselves pass through the stomach undigested, sometimes surviving long enough to breed in the intestine, where they attempt to bore through the walls, causing vomiting and bloody diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wait, it gets worse ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cheese is a delicacy in Sardinia, where it is illegal. That' right. It is illegal in the only place where people actually want to eat it. If this does not communicate a very clear message, perhaps the larvae will, as they leap desperately toward your face in an effort to escape the putrescent horror of the only home they have ever known. Even the cheese itself is ashamed; when prodded, it weeps an odorous liquid called lagrima, Sardinian for "tears." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#4.Lutefisk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4T2IpyNWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jLoFebxlvOA/s1600-h/lutefisk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4T2IpyNWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jLoFebxlvOA/s400/lutefisk1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124555246750807394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What the hell is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, Lutefisk. After the larvae-ridden cheese, it's a blessed relief to sample a clean, down-to-earth Scandinavian recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little too clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutefisk is a traditional Norwegian dish featuring cod that has been steeped for many days in a solution of lye, until its flesh is caustic enough to dissolve silver cutlery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wait, it gets worse ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, lye (potassium hydroxide/sodium hydroxide) is a powerful industrial chemical used for cleaning drains, killing plants, de-budding cow horns, powering batteries and manufacturing biodiesel. Contact with lye can cause chemical burns, permanent scarring, blindness or total deliciousness, depending on whether you pour it onto a herring or your own face. Or, so the lutefisk industry would have us believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#3.Baby Mice Wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4U8opyNXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eUJiSnvt5LY/s1600-h/micewine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4U8opyNXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eUJiSnvt5LY/s400/micewine1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124556457931584882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What the hell is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better to wash down your gelatinous lumps of lye fish than a nice chilled cup of dead mice? What better indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby mice wine is a traditional Chinese and Korean "health tonic," which apparently tastes like raw gasoline. Little mice, eyes still closed, are plucked from the embrace of their loving mothers and stuffed (while still alive) into a bottle of rice wine. They are left to ferment while their parents wring their tiny mouse paws in despair, tears drooping sadly from the tips of their whiskers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wait, it gets worse ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wince at the thought of swallowing a tequila worm? Imagine how you'd feel during a session on this bastard. Whoops, I swallowed a dead mouse! Whoops, there goes another one! Whoops, I just puked my entire body out of my nose! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#2.Pacha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4VXopyNYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OXH5obl7C5s/s1600-h/sheepshead1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4VXopyNYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OXH5obl7C5s/s400/sheepshead1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124556921788052866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What the hell is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the dishes, this is the one most likely to be mistaken for a threatening message from the mob. It' a sheep' head. Boiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wait, it gets worse ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacha only reveals its terror gradually. Sure, maybe you can get around the fact that you're eating face. But, the more you eat it, the more bone is revealed, until you give a final burp and set your cutlery down beside a grinning ivory skull. Its hollow eye sockets stare back at you with a look of grim damnation. "Burp while ye may," the sockets say, "for the same fate will happen to you--and all too soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wonder why the Iraqis keep blowing themselves up? Wouldn't you, if every evening meal was a festival of death? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#1.Balut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4VxopyNZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DEbcid5j29s/s1600-h/duckfetus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4VxopyNZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DEbcid5j29s/s400/duckfetus1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124557368464651666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What the hell is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, for our journey of horror reaches its destination. Balut are duck eggs that have been incubated until the fetus is all feathery and beaky, and then boiled alive. The bones give the eggs a uniquely crunchy texture.&lt;br /&gt;They are enjoyed in Cambodia, Philippines and the fifth and seventh levels of hell. They are typically sold by street vendors at night, out of buckets of warm sand. You can spot the vendors because of their glowing red eyes, and the faint, otherworldly sound of children screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wait, it gets worse ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Because you're never going to look at an egg the same way. Tell yourself that every time you crack open an egg from now on you won't be half expecting a leathery wad of bird to come flopping out into the skillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, balut is upsetting on about a half-dozen levels. Sure, all meat eaters know on some level that the delicious chop on your plate used to belong to something cute and fluffy, which gambolled in the sun during the brief spring of its life. Most of the time, it' perfectly possible not to give a shit. But, when you're biting into something that hasn't even had a chance to see its mother' face ... well, it' different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had enough of your GROSS DOSAGE for today... Hope your hunger has fuckin died(read suicided) by now...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy PUKING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-5919799389155564411?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/5919799389155564411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=5919799389155564411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5919799389155564411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5919799389155564411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/10/hungry-kya.html' title='Hungry Kya???'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rx4R1YpyNUI/AAAAAAAAADw/blmEZL0aZYc/s72-c/anteggs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-8051099564933591317</id><published>2007-10-15T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:37:14.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another "College Life" philosophy.....</title><content type='html'>"It's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Make &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MISTAKES&lt;/span&gt;. Make the same mistake &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TWICE &lt;/span&gt;because it is too good to only be made once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FORGIVE &lt;/span&gt;others. Forgive yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FORGET &lt;/span&gt;things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PARTY &lt;/span&gt;on a weekday. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PARTY HARDER&lt;/span&gt; on the weekends. Forget that you partied at all. &lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt;. Get so sick that you don't remember how you got sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SKIP CLASS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOVIES &lt;/span&gt;instead of doing homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STAY UP ALL NIGHT&lt;/span&gt; before a final. &lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPONTANEOUS&lt;/span&gt;. Make PLANS. Break plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. Get &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ATTACHED&lt;/span&gt;. Get &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt;. Fall hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BREAK HEARTS&lt;/span&gt; and get your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HEART BROKEN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CRY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CRY HARDER&lt;/span&gt; than you ever have, then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAUGH&lt;/span&gt; at it later. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAUGH SO HARD&lt;/span&gt; you can't stop. &lt;br /&gt;Have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOMENTS&lt;/span&gt; that you wish would never end. Have moments you wish never began. &lt;br /&gt;Have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CONVERSATIONS&lt;/span&gt; that you'll &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEVER FORGET&lt;/span&gt;. Have conversations without saying a word. &lt;br /&gt;Say the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; thing at the wrong time. &lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANGRY&lt;/span&gt;. Be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CONFUSED&lt;/span&gt;. It will all become clear eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;...These are the good old days you're going to miss in the years ahead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem... so what do you say... did I miss something??? Well as the title says Just another "College Life" philosophy... wanna know what according to an idiot a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT JUST ANOTHER "COLLEGE LIFE" PHILOSOPHY&lt;/span&gt; would be... it would probably go something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCK IT ALL! &lt;br /&gt;FUCK THIS WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK EVERYTHING THAT YOU STAND FOR!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BELONG! &lt;br /&gt;DON'T EXIST!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GIVE A SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;and DON'T YOU FUCKING JUDGE ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-8051099564933591317?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/8051099564933591317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=8051099564933591317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8051099564933591317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8051099564933591317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-another-college-life-philosophy.html' title='Just another &quot;College Life&quot; philosophy.....'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-1856901316825209601</id><published>2007-10-07T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:39:11.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outgoing Idiot</title><content type='html'>Well if you are reading this post thinking its related to cellphone... dun read the next few lines! &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know its a bad joke but so what, even the programs you watch on your fuckin idiot box shows you something or the other(infact everything) thats got a bad sense of humour in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yeah about the outgoing idiot... its just that from the past few days I've been going out a lot... with whom you'll ask... well with the love of my life... my bike!!!&lt;br /&gt;And there's just no stopping me... I've been roaming around the whole of Noida just like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think thats it for this post... My bike needed a mention on my blog hence this post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-1856901316825209601?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/1856901316825209601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=1856901316825209601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1856901316825209601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1856901316825209601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/10/outgoing-idiot.html' title='Outgoing Idiot'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-3697535187428591328</id><published>2007-10-01T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:22:57.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Most Ridiculous Band Names in Rock History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here's a scenario&lt;/span&gt;: You start a rock band, which you just happen to name after spending several hours huffing paint and drinking bleach. You spend a few years playing small clubs until you're discovered by a major label and start selling a lot of records. And suddenly you realize that the stupid name you thought up when you were huffing all that paint is going to follow you around for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 10 bands who, regardless of their own musical quality, have the stupidest names on record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#10.Nickelback&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: Lead singer Chad Kroeger was having trouble coming up with a name, and so approached his brother, who worked at a Starbucks. Coffee was $1.95, which meant every customer who paid two bucks got—waiiiit for it—a nickel back. (It was either that or We're Sorry About the Homeless Man Shooting Up in the Bathroom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: Asking cashiers at franchise coffee shops for career advice can only end in tragedy. (Kroeger suffered similar woes after getting a Wal-Mart greeter to do his taxes for him, resulting in the repossession of his house.) If you walk up to the cashier behind a Starbucks counter and, instead of ordering a Tall Sumatran, ask them to name your shitty band, odds are you're going to get something giving-people-change-for-coffee-based. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#9.Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: One of the band members thought the logo on the STP car treatment spray bottles was cool. So yes, in case you were wondering: a lot of thought went into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: Most of the band members seemed to think titling songs "Kitchenware &amp; Candy Bars" and getting addicted to heroin was a fantastic idea, too. Evidence suggests they might not be the guys to turn to for well-reasoned decisions. The mental image of four guys flying around ancient Aztec temples matches up better with a psychedelic rock band, not a bunch of cock-rockers penning songs like "Meatplow" and "Sex-Type Thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#8.Matchbox 20&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: Explanations range from the name being the title of a song from an earlier band to the band's drummer seeing the word "matchbox" and the number 20 on a guy's shirt in a restaurant. Either way, shut the fuck up, Rob Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: If you're going to pick a band name that doesn't mean shit, there's an unspoken rule it should at least sound cool (Soundgarden, etc). Matchbox 20 manages a triple play of mediocrity: It's incomprehensible, it's boring and it's not even very original, given how many other generic bands showed up at the same time as matchbox with "word-number" combos (Blink-182, Sum 41, 13 Engines, Seven Mary Three, etc.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#7.W.A.S.P.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: Eager for a cool-sounding metal band name, Blackie Lawless, Rik Fox, Randy Piper and Tony Richards decided to take the word "wasp," then for no reason punctuate the shit out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: When not naming themselves after animals, insects, or something misspelled, metal bands love acronyms. However, unlike KISS (which at least purportedly means "Knights In Satan's Service") or H.I.M. ("His Infernal Majesty"), the best that Lawless has been able to come up over the years is "We Ain't Sure, Pal." (This is probably better than "White Anglo-Saxon Protestants," but only slightly.) Worse, looking at W.A.S.P. song titles like "L.O.V.E. Machine" and "9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y." you start to suspect they might not even know what an acronym is, and just think punctuating stuff looks badass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#6.Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: The band found the name in an issue of True Detective Magazine after a club owner balked at their original name, the Sex Maggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: Say it out loud. There's your reason. But not only does the name sound like something an infant would gargle while bursting forth out of the birth canal, it doesn't come anywhere near to complimenting the band's sound (neither does the Sex Maggots, for that matter). Sure it might have seemed like an ironic name back when you guys were young and confident that you'd always rock the fuck out, but now you're on adult contemporary radio, and your name reminds people of the gurgling mess in the back seat that brought their youth to an abrupt end. ROCK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#5.Panic! At the Disco&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: Named after the Smiths song, "Panic," which includes a line about a disco burning down. Note that this offers no explanation whatsoever for the exclamation mark/typo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: Much like their contemporaries in the whine-rock genre, the title utterly fails at being either cute or intelligent, and is instead simply annoying. At least Fall Out Boy is a Simpsons reference. A bad and obvious one, sure, but that has to earn you a little mileage. Panic! At the Disco makes us imagine a bunch of effeminate guys running around a dance floor freaking out because they ran out of eyeliner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#4.Limp Bizkit&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: Rumor has it that the name comes from the title of the masturbation game, "limp biscuit," in which a group of, no doubt, highly intelligent scholars stand around a biscuit and masturbate onto it. The last guy to ejaculate has to eat it. So in a metaphorical way, the American public has been losing this game every time Limp Bizkit released an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: Following the naming convention of its mentor band Korn, Limp Bizkit intentionally misspelled their band name, because that's phat with the kids. Fred Durst was apparently operating under the impression that naming his band after a game in which a bunch of lonely white teenagers stand around jacking off in front of each other was just a little too intellectually haughty, and decided to "dumb it down a little" for us proles. Oh, and it's pretty much never a good idea to describe your hard rock band as "limp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#3.Chumbawamba&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: A group of British "anarchists" with strong political opinions needed a band name that resonated with the passion of their views, and so picked a gibberish word that means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: Rage Against the Machine might be a little trite for a band name, but at least it gets the point across: Its members are furious with society for vague reasons you'll need to purchase the album to discover. U2's name doesn't mean anything overtly political, but Bono makes up for it by writing lots of preachy songs about world peace and running around U.N. conferences pretending to be the President of Earth. Chumbawamba, meanwhile, has a retarded name, and their only political statement to date is 'Tubthumping,' which takes the controversial stance that it's incredibly fun to get shitfaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#2.Puddle of Mudd&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: The 1993 Missouri River flood left the band's practice space a muddy mess, which led them to this name—instead of the far better one, Missouri River Flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: Not only do we get an extra "d" for no reason (these guys are the anti-Staind), we also have the privilege of getting an altogether unnecessary word. No, it couldn't just be Mudd Puddle. We definitely need that extra "of." Just like when you're ordering lunch and will sometimes get a sandwich of tuna with chips of potato. Bonus ridiculousness: This band name would actually work perfectly as the name for a bohemian coffee shop where a girl in an orange tank top with a brown bandana on her head asks if you want an organic wheat muffin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;#1.!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;: aka Chk-Chk-Chk. In the movie The Gods Must Be Crazy, the clicks in the Bushmen's native language were represented with exclamation marks in the subtitles. The band thought that was cool, apparently, and named themselves three clicks. (This also makes the second band that's completely unsearchable by Google.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;: "Hey, Nic Offer, lead singer of the three-exclamation-mark band whose name I can't even begin to pronounce, even after I heard them masturbating all over you on NPR, why did you name your band three exclamation marks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen the movie The Gods Must Be Crazy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Well, then I really can't explain it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A Coke bottle descends from the sky and hits Offer on the head, sending him on an amazing journey of discovery.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-3697535187428591328?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/3697535187428591328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=3697535187428591328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3697535187428591328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/3697535187428591328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-most-ridiculous-band-names-in-rock.html' title='The 10 Most Ridiculous Band Names in Rock History'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-1327697710671020942</id><published>2007-09-28T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:22:05.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose</title><content type='html'>Choose life.&lt;br /&gt;Choose a job.&lt;br /&gt;Choose a career.&lt;br /&gt;Choose a family.&lt;br /&gt;Choose a fucking big television!&lt;br /&gt;Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.&lt;br /&gt;Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.&lt;br /&gt;Choose a starter home.&lt;br /&gt;Choose your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.&lt;br /&gt;Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;Choose diet and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Choose your future. &lt;br /&gt;Choose life. &lt;br /&gt;But why would I want to do a thing like that?&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to choose life..I chose something else.And the reasons?&lt;br /&gt;There are no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rv04EDrbH_I/AAAAAAAAADc/-JC_sSGOrFY/s1600-h/remember-who-will-choose-your-nursing-home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rv04EDrbH_I/AAAAAAAAADc/-JC_sSGOrFY/s400/remember-who-will-choose-your-nursing-home.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115306394120822770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-1327697710671020942?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/1327697710671020942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=1327697710671020942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1327697710671020942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1327697710671020942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/09/choose.html' title='Choose'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/Rv04EDrbH_I/AAAAAAAAADc/-JC_sSGOrFY/s72-c/remember-who-will-choose-your-nursing-home.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-6510075377129254067</id><published>2007-09-24T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:58:38.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Branded Interests</title><content type='html'>Anything around us these days is graded in quality not by any factor but by the "Brand" name it carries....i mean i rather pay 600 extra bucks and take a levis jeans then some other similar jeans....{why is an other question....guaranteed   quality is my answer &amp;amp; we can fight on that topic another time} but my point is.....anything from Cars to Clothes to Shoes to Watches {thats as far as my needs go} is run by "Brand". &lt;br /&gt;        But ever heard about branded "Interests", yeah i know the first thing that comes to your mind is 'How the fuck can interests be branded?'. well i got your answer, most ppl have only broken knowledge in most things they do....Lets take the example of a guy studying engineering from a decent coll for example....most normal decent urban guys have 3-4 things in mind.... ROCK, SOCCER and Southpark {the 4th is dope, booze etc}....&lt;br /&gt;        Now for a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;" to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maintain&lt;/span&gt;' his cool dude image, he would listen to a few rock songs his friends gave him, watch a few sitcoms that are generally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;intelligent comedy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;and so on...although he would otherwise listen to crap and watch crap and be happy and content about it. Now when someone else comes and says he likes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mettalica&lt;/span&gt;, all he would say is he loves it, and adores it to the fullest, but really has no idea of the kind of music they actually do...He would generally make his opinion based on the brand value of the interest than on his own feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share few things here.... a few months ago i was kinda obsessed with GODSMACK's Voodoo and Serenity, so was playing it back to back for quite a while...when one such idiot came and told me this, and i quote "dude the pop crap is better than this", but when i said that   it was Godsmack and that he should hear the song again he replied back saying...."godsmack is awesome dude...and so is this song", now i ain't saying anything...all i could do is laugh at him...another time he sat behind me  when i was watching Southpark, he said Dragon Ball Z or some other crap was better and that i sould stop wasting my time on such stuff, when i told him it was Southpark, his immediate reaction was "OH!!"...and then started raving about how good he felt Southpark was.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean there is something called individuality and identity , when these both r molded depending on other's choices...those words ironically loose their main meaning...hope ppl get it...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i cant draw any conclusions from this but i can surely say something "Your Interests are YOUR own",  it doesn't matter if the world hates them as long as you like it." and it amuses me to think about the extent to which these idiots go to keep up their image, even though everyone knows he is an asshole......well all i can say to them is Amen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:1) Was to post this one in the month of may....but couldn't because i was pretty darn lazy to do it :P ....&lt;br /&gt;2)Happy birthday asshole (DHAW).....this post is ur gift.....(well a few hours delay  can never hurt anyone right....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-6510075377129254067?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/6510075377129254067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=6510075377129254067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6510075377129254067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6510075377129254067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/09/branded-interests.html' title='Branded Interests'/><author><name>sHaDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06874763646752623746</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-1453749011479822921</id><published>2007-09-08T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:57:16.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Nice Guys</title><content type='html'>This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-1453749011479822921?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/1453749011479822921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=1453749011479822921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1453749011479822921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1453749011479822921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/09/ode-to-nice-guys.html' title='Ode to the Nice Guys'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-4494686984415435433</id><published>2007-07-04T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:51:07.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IDIOT SAW IDIOCRACY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/RovBXVBeH6I/AAAAAAAAABo/GUbQT_hd8WA/s1600-h/200px-Idiocracy_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/RovBXVBeH6I/AAAAAAAAABo/GUbQT_hd8WA/s400/200px-Idiocracy_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083369210942201762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Idiocracy&lt;/span&gt;... no its not the weird stuff we "BRILLIANT IDIOTS" do but is a 2006 American dark comedy directed by Mike Judge, and starring Luke Wilson and Maya Rudolph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The two main characters submit to a hibernation experiment that goes afoul, and they awaken 500 years in the future, to discover that dysgenics and cultural anti-intellectualism have resulted in a uniformly stupid United States, called "Uhh-merica."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Judge's vision of 2505 which acc to me was the USP of the movie was hillarious as well as frightening! &lt;br /&gt;Overall a movie worth downloading for you FILTHY LEECHERS always sneaking some torrent or p2p!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-4494686984415435433?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/4494686984415435433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=4494686984415435433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/4494686984415435433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/4494686984415435433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-idiot-saw-idiocracy.html' title='THIS IDIOT SAW IDIOCRACY'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/RovBXVBeH6I/AAAAAAAAABo/GUbQT_hd8WA/s72-c/200px-Idiocracy_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-4388754730424223876</id><published>2007-06-15T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T05:02:34.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEADBANGER PORTRAITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/RnJ_wUrhq4I/AAAAAAAAABI/L8GqiY36uGQ/s1600-h/headbangers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/RnJ_wUrhq4I/AAAAAAAAABI/L8GqiY36uGQ/s400/headbangers2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076260198161689474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Contrary to common outsider beliefs, heavy metal fans have a variety of personalities, looks and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;Which Headbanger are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLEAN CUT &lt;/span&gt;has a short, well-maintained haircut and looks like a Top-40 fanboy. Keeps all his music in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DUDE&lt;/span&gt; looks 10 years older than he really is. Has a beer belly, ponytail and receding hairline. So shy around chicks that he couldn't get laid in a free whorehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE BURNOUT&lt;/span&gt; has long, stringy hair that hasn't been washed for 6-weeks. Upper eyelids are dark brown from excessive pot use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLUELESS&lt;/span&gt; ask this metal chick who she likes and she'll usually say Creed or some other lite-metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE HOTTIE&lt;/span&gt; this chick has hair down to her waist and lets it fly from the first power chord. All you can think about when you see her is her hair flying while she's bouncing on your dick. Every DUDE dreams he can have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ADONIS&lt;/span&gt; is the gender opposite of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE HOTTIE&lt;/span&gt;. He always has perfectly permed hair, ultra-bright teeth and is always wearing an open shirt to show off his natural washboard abs. Thinks he can get any HOTTIE but is really more in love with himself than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RUNT aka IMP&lt;/span&gt; is short, portly and is just starting into his teen years. He's just discovering the big boys of metal--Zeppelin, Sabbath, Maiden and Metallica and is easily impressed when you drop the names of a few Death/Power metal bands. May grow into a DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TRENDY&lt;/span&gt; follows every popular metal trend to come along. He cut his hair when Chris Cornell did, wore black clothes and colored contacts, colored a lock of hair red and had a bald head and soulpatch. Can't wait for the new metal mags to come out and hangs out at Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NORTON&lt;/span&gt; is bald, heavily tattooed and most likely to be seen in a neo-nazi pit swinging his fists at guys he has repressed homosexual love for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE FAKE&lt;/span&gt; always drops the names of metal bands he supposedly listens to. Bands he mentions are last year's favorites and are despised by real headbangers. Points his fingers a lot and tries to hook-up with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLUELESS&lt;/span&gt; at parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE TROLL&lt;/span&gt; spends most of his time on Internet message boards arguing with other metal fans that he has listened to metal longer than them. Anytime a favorite band of his changes their style just the slightest bit, he is the first to declare them sell-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EARTH DOG&lt;/span&gt; plays in a decent band and feels that they need more recognition, so he goes to a local radio station and threatens them with waterguns containing pepper sauce, demanding that their demo be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG HAIR&lt;/span&gt; is a chick who's stuck in the late-80s with teased-up hair, big legs and a skirt three sizes too short. Probably sucked off a member of Motley Crue, Poison or Warrant back in 1988. Her daughter did it in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STICK&lt;/span&gt; is a tall, rail-thin, lanky fucker who looks like a skeleton with skin. He wouldn't have any shape if it wasn't for his Adam's Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUBBA&lt;/span&gt; is fat, owns a truck, wears flannel shirts 7 days af the week and is more of a hard rock fan than a true metal head. He does know AC/DC, a few Metallica songs and knows Sabbath did Paranoid and Iron Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MULLET&lt;/span&gt; drinks Budweiser, drives a Camero, and digs 15 year olds. Most likely to be seen with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUBBA&lt;/span&gt; at a show. Wears mirrored sunglasses when he's high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BETH&lt;/span&gt; is a sweet, average chick who gets her issues out with her earphones and a pawn shop stereo. She shocks everyone when she says she loves Overkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE HEADBANGER&lt;/span&gt; is your average, run-of the-mill metal listener. They have some black shirts mixed in with their work clothes. They work regular jobs during the day and listen to their favorite CDs during the evening. They are the lifeblood that nourishes the metal scene. Appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DISHRAG&lt;/span&gt; is the skanky slut who blows all the road crew for a backstage pass. She really doesn't care all that much for the bands, but since they're in town she has something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CTHULU&lt;/span&gt; is the unshaven guy at a concert who towers over everybody else, but is too lumbering and stupified to get into the pit. Pushes a broomstick in a factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE BLACK PLAGUE&lt;/span&gt; wears black clothes, has black hair, sleeps in a black room with black candles and would eat black cereal with black milk if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VAMPYRE&lt;/span&gt; has a close resemblance to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE BLACK PLAGUE&lt;/span&gt; but is into sustaining his own lifeforce through other's blood and energy. Lives in a theater of mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HELL RAT&lt;/span&gt; is into pentagrams, Satan and scaring people. Always said he'd die before he's thirty, but ends up married and miserable like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DREADHEAD&lt;/span&gt; hasn't seen the outside of his room for weeks, worships early Metallica, talks about death, nihilism and collects Nietzsche books he never reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE WARRIOR&lt;/span&gt; thinks he's descended straight from the blood of Conan the Barbarian. Uses the words: faith, power, gods, grog and battle-ax a lot. Is married with kids and is waiting for Ragnarok to put him out of his  misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JULIARD&lt;/span&gt; plays in a three-piece progressive metal band to single-digit crowds on the weekends and works at Longhorn Steakhouse during the weekday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JAKE&lt;/span&gt; is big, ugly, hairy, looks like he just got out of jail yesterday and probably did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOOKER&lt;/span&gt; is the lone black guy you see at every metal concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GIMP&lt;/span&gt; is the lone handicap you see at every metal concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRUCE&lt;/span&gt; is the lone homo at metal shows. Well, he's not alone; he's just the most visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THORAZINE&lt;/span&gt; is as crazy as a shithouse rat and listens to metal because it fits well with his hallucinations. Likes to take a daily cocktail of Prozac, Paxil, alcohol and crystal Meth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE CRITIC&lt;/span&gt; finds any negative thing he can say about every band and their music because he could never play a full song on his Sears-bought guitar much less tune it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE ARCHIVE&lt;/span&gt; has a housefull of metal. He has forgotten more bands then you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE SNOB&lt;/span&gt; only listens to bands he thinks nobody has ever heard of whether they are good or not. Usually they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE FOSSIL&lt;/span&gt; still has his Iron Butterfly album and calls any metal he hears "acid rock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MACHINE HEAD&lt;/span&gt; owns half a dozen guitars, a Marshall stack and a $2000 pedal system. He can play a hundred riffs, but can't play a full song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RIVITHEAD &lt;/span&gt;is a true metalhead, but can't hold down a job because he's about as bright as a burnt-out lightbulb in a trashcan on Jupiter. Usually found reading comic books in the booth at a self-service gas station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-4388754730424223876?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/4388754730424223876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=4388754730424223876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/4388754730424223876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/4388754730424223876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/06/headbanger-portraits.html' title='HEADBANGER PORTRAITS'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vfp89jydKHY/RnJ_wUrhq4I/AAAAAAAAABI/L8GqiY36uGQ/s72-c/headbangers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-8286823813471805791</id><published>2007-06-09T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:57:36.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek Chidiya</title><content type='html'>Its next to impossible to forget this song if you had a TV(and watched it too) in the early 90's. May be 1989 - 1993 period. There were a bunch of 'short programs' that would be aired every now and then on DD national - the one and the only channel!. This one was "Ek Anek aur Ektha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L0uJvzPUuSA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L0uJvzPUuSA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-8286823813471805791?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/8286823813471805791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=8286823813471805791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8286823813471805791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8286823813471805791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/06/ek-chidiya.html' title='Ek Chidiya'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-7963551649189251731</id><published>2007-05-25T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:07:52.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Rocker Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a Punk Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/punk-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to rock, I don't follow any rules&lt;br /&gt;I know that rocking out is all about taking down the man&lt;br /&gt;I've got an incredible stage presence and rock persona&lt;br /&gt;I scare moms, make bad girls (or boys) swoon, and live life on the edge!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-7963551649189251731?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/7963551649189251731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=7963551649189251731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7963551649189251731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7963551649189251731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-kind-of-rocker-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Rocker Are You?'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-5072541986901935436</id><published>2007-05-10T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:16:55.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Clásico</title><content type='html'>9th May 2007, a day when two fierce but friendly forces named NASHEDEEZ and EAGLES fought on the soccer field for the first and last time. NASHEDEEZ for their pride and EAGLES for NASHEDEEZ's respect! It was one hell of a match... an era was to bid goodbye to their loving juniors(except for Amboozed with whom we'll play again next yr :P )! The friendly battle turned out to be a never to be forgotten CLASSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TEAMS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NASHEDEEZ&lt;/em&gt;, a group of IV year guys and a III year boy Amboozed(who got his farewell a bit early... damn it 1 year earlier) anyways this grp, if you're a complete soccer, sutta+maal=joint, booze, rock n roll addict you are welcomed by them or else fuck off and get your ass kissed by some gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EAGLES&lt;/em&gt;, a group of II year guys (although we too played a I year kiddo from our side) very similar to Nashedeez in the attitude and manners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LINE UP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashedeez: Sid, Molac, Chiddhu, Debu, Nikki, Tau, Krish, Panchee, Poochie, Londe, Jawan, Dama, Dude, and ofcourse our very own Amboozed! These are all the special jersey name that each one of Nashedeez got and my apologies if i missed someone's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagles: Chooza, Dhaw, Nash, Ganja, Mutthi, T, Pinnu, Jolly, Nikunj, Shikhar, Anshul and Sandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KICK OFF: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the kick off there were some major things that needed to be dealt with like:&lt;br /&gt;1- Goal Post of one side was not in its right place so a combined rescue team was launched which after lotsa efforts managed to get it in place! BRAVO rescue team! :P&lt;br /&gt;2- One important player from each side, Molac from Nashedeez and Ganja from Eagles were &lt;strong&gt;"MISSING"&lt;/strong&gt;. They both eventually showed up later during the match!&lt;br /&gt;3- Refree for this game was no where to be found so both the teams decieded to FUCK the refree by hypothetically showing a &lt;strong&gt;RED CARD&lt;/strong&gt; to him before the match! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GAME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint no fuckin commentator so here's the match summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Half:&lt;/strong&gt; Action packed but with no goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Half:&lt;/strong&gt; Explosive with 1 goal from each side (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; scored for Nashedeez after 10 mins of kick off and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chooza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; scored for Eagles in the dying moments of the match)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extra Time:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing but ordinary soccer (The Sutta effect)&lt;br /&gt;Finally it all came down to Penalty Shoot Out stage, now i'm not gonna ridicule my team by telling about each penalty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashedeez won the shootout and the match 1-1(4-2 pen.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be really honest this was one of the few very special moments of my life cuz this was a match played as a farewell to the guys whom we loved so much (being straight... you sick mind) The brotherhood that i shared with some of these guys was awesome... We'll(read I on behalf of my whole team) always miss you Nashedeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... Keep checkin the space for the snaps taken during the match!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-5072541986901935436?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/5072541986901935436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=5072541986901935436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5072541986901935436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/5072541986901935436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-clsico.html' title='El Clásico'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-1757209899286416314</id><published>2007-05-09T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T11:25:13.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bday'/><title type='text'>Those Bastards killed Kenny</title><content type='html'>This is a South park themed post...but will add in stuff for the other readers as well...yeah and in this episode of southpark kenny is killed even before the episode starts...lol let me explain...TOday is sam's bday and he got one hell of a beating today...although sam is more cartman like, had to change him to kenny coz he got pulverised pretty bad &amp;amp; kenny always dies...anyways happy bday bitch...u deserve a bday post...and that is exactly wat i am doing...anyways he got thrashed pretty badly...yeah it is a custom in coll to almost kill the guy for the sin he commited...that of being born....although i dont disagree with the idiots who started this phylosophy....that of treating "being born" to be a sin....i dont go with them about the trashing part...its just lame and barbaric, i mean wat r u trying to do?? and why the fuck does he(bday boy) get fucked so bad for that...well thats why i guess i am the brilliant idiot shouting at the others...anyways...happy bday sam...from all us "Brilliant Idiots"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-1757209899286416314?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/1757209899286416314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=1757209899286416314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1757209899286416314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/1757209899286416314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/05/those-bastards-killed-kenny.html' title='Those Bastards killed Kenny'/><author><name>sHaDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06874763646752623746</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-6275309011714294848</id><published>2007-05-08T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:22:48.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot for real</title><content type='html'>Hey there... m back... back again..... this time though, FURIOUS..... Boy why do these freakin LAB TEST have to come..... I was so much so frustrated after today's lab test that I felt like jumping off the smallest possible place(you dun want me to die.... do you???)and So i jumped off a ladder step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a viva in a subject called Recombinant DNA Technology on a Experiment Protocol that my grp submitted last week...&lt;br /&gt;Not goin into the fuckin(1) details of the fuckin(2) subject cuz my course coordinator fucked(3) me by her fuckitatin(4) ques.and all i cud do was to show her a fuckicious(5) face that sucked(read fucked again if you like the "F" word so much)! Boy she fired up ques like she was an A.K.47 and someone doubted its effectiveness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I had to go watch Spidey-3 after that "F"iva to come back to my normal self! &lt;br /&gt;K..... about Spidey-3 now.... all those who said its a lame movie including sHaDy can go "F" themselves cuz I liked every second of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to every spidey fan out there... Go TO YOUR NEAREST CINEMA HALL AND WATCH THE DAMN MOVIE.... ITS WORTH ITS TICKET PRICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-6275309011714294848?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/6275309011714294848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=6275309011714294848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6275309011714294848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6275309011714294848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/05/idiot-for-real.html' title='Idiot for real'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-6731504392036083234</id><published>2007-05-05T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:52:35.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Idiot of our world.....</title><content type='html'>Meet Sodhi sir from some channel V advertisement..... he's gotta funny accent and the way he speaks some particular words is just hillarious...&lt;br /&gt;watch for yourself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RP_sJtuwJkk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RP_sJtuwJkk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-6731504392036083234?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/6731504392036083234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=6731504392036083234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6731504392036083234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6731504392036083234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-idiot-of-our-world.html' title='Another Idiot of our world.....'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-7058036083972737663</id><published>2007-05-03T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:56:47.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello World'/><title type='text'>Here we go.....Again....</title><content type='html'>This is the "sHaDy" version of the first post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Since Dhaw already explained all the real idiots about the blog, lemme explain my kinda idiots about our blog.The name of the blog "Brilliant Idiots", we decided on it coz we guyz r labeled as idiots in our coll/our small little world in no where, by the majority of the real idiots we have in huge numbers here....hence the name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In this blog, we will shout out whenever frustrated with the idiots of this world, or just frustrated, or just want to shout out.....by showing our anger at one of us, the core group(read actual contributors) defines a certain type of the world (minus the idiots), so we shout out at each other, defining our anger at that part of the community....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well one more thing, noone here on this blog gives a fuck about what u think about us, u r free to tell us, but fuck u we dont care....ppl who get offended by our blog can fuck themselves (if u r a hot babe, we might even do it for u) and u can get the fuck off our site....this blog is made just for us, not to woo ppl or to impress anyone but just to scream out at the world of the idiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So u can label us as idiots or, watever it is u idiots say,&lt;br /&gt;u can try replying to us as frequently as u may,&lt;br /&gt;or even dismiss the whole thing as just a stupid essay,&lt;br /&gt;but all i tell u is "fuck u and have a nice day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:If u want to know why there is AD SENSE in this blog then check this space u will find out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-7058036083972737663?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/7058036083972737663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=7058036083972737663&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7058036083972737663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/7058036083972737663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/05/here-we-goagain.html' title='Here we go.....Again....'/><author><name>sHaDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06874763646752623746</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-6838126574526962574</id><published>2006-11-30T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:00:00.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orkut</title><content type='html'>Orkut is a wonderful place to find friends with common interests. Orkut also helps one find dates. It is an awesome site to keep in touch with your long lost classmates and friends who sailed across the ocean to pursue that degree they'd always been raving about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like most other people in my age group who have access to computers and a decent Internet connection, I have an Orkut account. If I remember correctly, I have had it for about two years now. What started out to be this elite, by-invitation-only access where you'd find fellow geeks and nerds, proliferated into a site where even my little sister has an account and hence knows all my friends, what they scrapped today and the testimonials they wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that is a good problem to have.&lt;br /&gt;But with Orkut going free for all the lame cheapoos who have come into orkut are actually destroying the main purpose of the site.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There's a lot in a name&lt;/span&gt; - A lot of Orkut names sound like a riddle to me. So much that when one of them tries sending me a friend request or a scrap, I need to pull out a pencil to decipher the name. It is always some GoDfAtheR or ♥♥♥ अिनष ♥♥♥ a²+b²-m²+c²-h²+k² or DeviL$$EyE### or (-)@R$(-)@ thats my name ...!!!! or some name like "Jo Hua So Hua... Lelo Saaman Aur Chalo Goa..." or "DON" or "۞๑DINESHPAPPAN๑۞ ♥ ♥" or "**n0b0Dy'$ hErE ~~ M aL0nE !!!!!~~" or "Something i need tht u can provide..Ur absence" or "ForZa grAziA miLaNo.........." or "Nemesis MILANO ... Rinascita grande MILANO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gasp! Grow up, folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The picture&lt;/span&gt; - The profile picture is supposed to depict you. Or what you're trying to convey. Or your interests. What am I supposed to understand if I see a picture of a shirtless Salman Khan? Or Sharukh Khan wearing expensive glasses? Or Aishwarya Rai? Or a fat, drooling baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how am I gonna recognize you if you put up a picture of your dog or your fav actor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scraps, Fans, Testimonials Race&lt;/span&gt; - There's no chance in hell of you being unknown to a person who'll keep asking you to scrap him atleast 10 times a day just to increase his no. of scraps OR will keep asking you to write a nice testimonial OR asking you to become his fan..... whats the point dude..... again its completely senseless..... There aint no award by GOOGLE for the person with most no. of scraps or most no. of fans or most no. of Testimonials.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Irritating Scraps&lt;/span&gt; - Dun have any replies to scraps like these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dosti hoti nahi bhool jane ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;dost hote nahi bichhad jane ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;dosti karke khush rahoge itna ki,&lt;br /&gt;waqt nahi milega aansu bahane ke liye.&lt;br /&gt;HI..(\\\\_ _/)　　　　　　　(\\_ _//)&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　　 (=“•“=)　　　　　　　 (=“•“=)&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　　 (“) ♥ (“) 　　　　　　　(“) ♥ (“)&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　　▒▒▒▒▒▒　　　　　▒▒▒▒▒▒▒&lt;br /&gt;　　　▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒　　▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒&lt;br /&gt;　　▒▒▒ Make a friend, is a gift ▒▒▒&lt;br /&gt;　▒▒▒▒ Have a friend, is a Grace ▒▒▒&lt;br /&gt;▒ Maintain a friend, is a virtue ▒&lt;br /&gt;　▒▒▒ But, have you as like friend ▒▒▒▒&lt;br /&gt;　　　▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ is a ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　▒▒▒▒ great happiness ▒▒▒&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　　　▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　　　　　　▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: ****__********__***&lt;br /&gt;........ (''''(`-``'´´-´)'''')&lt;br /&gt;..........).....--.......--....(&lt;br /&gt;........./.....(6..._...6)....\&lt;br /&gt;.........\........(..0..)....;../&lt;br /&gt;......__.`.-._..'='..._.-.`.__&lt;br /&gt;..../......'###.,.--.,.###.'...\&lt;br /&gt;....\__))####'#'###(((__/&lt;br /&gt;......##### u r #####&lt;br /&gt;........### SWEET. ###&lt;br /&gt;....../....#########...\&lt;br /&gt;..__\.....\..######/...../&lt;br /&gt;(.(.(____)....`.#.´..(____).).)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &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;/(_)\&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;&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;&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;-(_)&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;JO SCRAP nahin karte, unki scrap book main keede pad jate hai....so do scrap to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK..... this last one was a killer..... keede pad jaate hai..... damn GOOGLE needs to work on some kinda insecticide for such things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-6838126574526962574?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/6838126574526962574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=6838126574526962574&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6838126574526962574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/6838126574526962574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/05/orkut.html' title='Orkut'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684060464115329567.post-8856576759618388596</id><published>2006-10-30T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:03:47.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello World'/><title type='text'>Here we go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, so here's the first post for all the lame idiots out there sitting glued in front of their PC's, reading each word on our&lt;em&gt;(yeah, this blog is a joint fuckin venture)&lt;/em&gt; explicit blog, disturbing their minds, wasting their time.... here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;For those lookin for a catchy first post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU READY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For The Hundreds readin this !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For The Millions resting their ass At Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Just Because We're Back Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OooooooooooooH Lets Get Ready To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OfCourse If You Ain't Down With That We Just Got 2 Words For Ya!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S U C K &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby the ORIGINALS are back…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've figured it out already you couch potato s.o.b. that whose line it is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCK IT AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684060464115329567-8856576759618388596?l=brilliantidiots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/feeds/8856576759618388596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684060464115329567&amp;postID=8856576759618388596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8856576759618388596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684060464115329567/posts/default/8856576759618388596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brilliantidiots.blogspot.com/2007/04/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go...'/><author><name>EccEntrIcIty pErsOnIfIEd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06538617997014356339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vfp89jydKHY/SdehOGEeFXI/AAAAAAAAANU/1ZNHsbtkIGE/S220/06-04-08_1216.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
