tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39963242381853044502024-03-14T02:45:17.148+08:00Southpaw unpluggedSouthpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.comBlogger325125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-54317834783760516182012-04-23T13:13:00.001+08:002012-04-23T13:22:00.288+08:00Hyporcricy at its best!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">Sunny Leone has been a talk of the town in India since she appeared in the last season of Bigg Boss. After knowing her porn background, people have been showering her with tweets, messages and what not to welcome her in the mainstream industry</span>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> As expected the Butts have gone
a step forward to launch her in a movie as well, and the reason given is she deserves
to be on the mainstream. And reading all this makes me wonder, how come? Why? I
mean I am not against her I would love to see her on big screen anyday </span><br />
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but what happens to the ones that we have in our own
backyard…Don’t they deserve any chance, They hardly get one…why? Is it their
colour of the skin or its again the case of ghar ki murghi daal baraabar?? I am
really puzzled and to an extent very pissed off with this whole act of
hypocricy by our own people towards our own people….<br />
Don't even dare to come and tell me about how we recently made a movie with Vidya Balan to potray Silk Smitha, it wasnt a fair game either....</div>
</div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-85700956838818297042012-04-01T18:36:00.003+08:002012-04-01T18:48:21.935+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCdiZOVj8kU/T3gySCXD4WI/AAAAAAAABCI/p4PrnHtAuSU/s1600/friends.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 64px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCdiZOVj8kU/T3gySCXD4WI/AAAAAAAABCI/p4PrnHtAuSU/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726382211654213986" /></a><br />These days everywhere I hear the word FRIENDSHIP…I myself strongly believed in it once…yeah once but that doesn’t means I don’t believe it anymore. Over the years like anybody else I also made lot of friends and had variety of experience and after having those experience I have or should I say was compelled to categorize them as follows :-<br /><br />1. The screen friends :- The most harmless category, they just like to be the best with you across the lcd, don’t expect them to stand besides you in real.<br /><br />2. The scavengers :- As the name suggests they are there only to pick up anything left over by you and as long as its free…They disappear from your life the moment you make them pay even for a can of beer.<br /><br />3. The Jackasses :- These are the people you come across the most. From exterior they come across as very harmless and loving and caring but the moment you confide to them the very next day onwards they will treat you like shit and run all over you. These kind of jackasses have taught me one valuable lesson…’Do not confide to anyone except God or just be ready to be pooped on’.<br /><br />4. The Parasites :- These are the so called friends who become friends only to suck your blood, your peace, your happiness , your prosperity and everything that is good about you. And even after doing all that they still expect you to be friends with them. When you are friends with such people you will totally forget about the term called personal space. You will become a subject to their disgusting gossips all the time. They are pretty good at creating issues within your family members your close friends and everything to the extend that all you do is just think about them the whole day and nothing else. My suggestion on these category of people is that if you are married or in relationship and have a sound family life, just keep these creatures away…..<br /><br />5. The Fucking Bastards :- This category is the most dangerous I tell you. They come across as very innocent , lovable , selfless but actually they are the most selfish and jealous creatures you can ever think off. They suck your money, your time, your name, your friends, your well wishers , your family, your loved one and make you totally dependent on them. The moment you recognize their talent they even go to an extend of occult practice and hurt your loved ones to pull you down on your knees infront of them. My suggestion on these category is that the moment you discover their talents just beat the holy crap out of them and rattle their ancestors to the extend that they shit even at the thought of you….<br /><br />6. Just friends :- The rarest category, so bloody hard to find. People who don’t judge you and at the same don’t say flowery things to bloat your balls. People who don’t treat you according to the clothes you wear and how you look and how much you spend on them…People who stand by you in all seasons without expecting you to do so…..Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-68094470088809358312012-03-27T14:25:00.002+08:002012-03-27T14:28:22.178+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBwRv5HFhDw/T3FdnFv5_gI/AAAAAAAABBk/nMuM2gkYaao/s1600/1-Qingdao_120002.jpg" style="font-weight: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBwRv5HFhDw/T3FdnFv5_gI/AAAAAAAABBk/nMuM2gkYaao/s400/1-Qingdao_120002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724459527504002562" /></a><span ><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: 100%; ">While we are busy with coal scam, the hazaares, the army scam, the modis and the Gandhis, our neighbours are busy developing themselves keeping in view the next few decades to come...sigh!!!</b></div></span>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-6166375392954238422011-09-15T16:29:00.001+08:002011-09-15T16:32:19.546+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E01z8U6NaAs/TnG3wM0xoFI/AAAAAAAABBU/sp9CmyHZmeo/s1600/sash.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652501046030868562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E01z8U6NaAs/TnG3wM0xoFI/AAAAAAAABBU/sp9CmyHZmeo/s400/sash.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Madness is genius and i absolutely dont mind being mad about you....</strong></span><br /></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-15428090695467889392010-07-08T11:25:00.003+08:002010-07-08T11:30:59.989+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/TDVF6WopY9I/AAAAAAAABAw/TtzSdDNoozQ/s1600/larissa+riquelme.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491372189458981842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/TDVF6WopY9I/AAAAAAAABAw/TtzSdDNoozQ/s400/larissa+riquelme.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Give it up for the sexy and beautifull Larissa, Paraguayan lingerie model...she promised to run naked if her country managed to win the World cup finals</strong></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/TDVFT47Ok8I/AAAAAAAABAo/h_gjiBOtxLM/s1600/102052_news.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491371528648823746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/TDVFT47Ok8I/AAAAAAAABAo/h_gjiBOtxLM/s400/102052_news.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> <strong>He also promised to run naked in the streets of Buenos aires, no wonder the argentines lost it</strong></span></div></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-29058166629137148282010-04-22T17:57:00.001+08:002010-04-22T17:58:43.349+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/S9Adjj9RaqI/AAAAAAAABAY/yQpmBV1GHvs/s1600/1234567.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/S9Adjj9RaqI/AAAAAAAABAY/yQpmBV1GHvs/s400/1234567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462898844785273506" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>You have no idea how crazy i am for you</b></div></span>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-50076546092419917342010-03-31T09:28:00.002+08:002010-03-31T09:32:12.791+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/S7KlW0-S4aI/AAAAAAAABAQ/7OmYNgUhcHM/s1600/fm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/S7KlW0-S4aI/AAAAAAAABAQ/7OmYNgUhcHM/s400/fm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454603910294725026" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I am as frustrated as a pyromaniac in a petrified forest</span></b></div></span>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-12888310521554340782010-03-26T11:36:00.000+08:002010-03-26T11:38:31.078+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/S6wsAorcoDI/AAAAAAAABAI/udG-LDGlqE8/s1600/12345.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/S6wsAorcoDI/AAAAAAAABAI/udG-LDGlqE8/s400/12345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452781638270099506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>I want a vacation...:-D</b></span></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-27116709891767331692010-03-25T12:01:00.001+08:002010-03-25T12:09:56.508+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/S6rgc1cuEmI/AAAAAAAABAA/ggkk7uHjm90/s1600/392840_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/S6rgc1cuEmI/AAAAAAAABAA/ggkk7uHjm90/s400/392840_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452417084873904738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">You always kill me with that look:-P</span></b></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-77715667484078921302009-12-12T11:05:00.002+08:002009-12-12T11:06:59.467+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SyMIvgVBTvI/AAAAAAAAA_4/YNagHQnkcME/s1600-h/17807280282874326365.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SyMIvgVBTvI/AAAAAAAAA_4/YNagHQnkcME/s400/17807280282874326365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180789254442738" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: center; font-size: 13px !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">A good morning session can make the hair shine and skin glow by raising the output of oestrogen and other hormones associated with it.</span></h3></span>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-34559162817821063612009-11-29T22:20:00.002+08:002009-11-29T22:31:19.847+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SxKFnLEEw6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/CRfgAPIx32g/s1600/ag.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SxKFnLEEw6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/CRfgAPIx32g/s400/ag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409533010456658850" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I don't need a space-shuttle to explore my moon...:-*</span></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-61098254003367244992009-10-03T19:09:00.002+08:002009-10-03T19:16:49.685+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SscyLQ3vVjI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/NPCZOGMCXWU/s1600-h/ist.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388330648260793906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SscyLQ3vVjI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/NPCZOGMCXWU/s400/ist.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">I know as a human i aint supposed to promise anything for anything ahead but i know one thing for sure hell, earth or heaven i ain't loosing u, i ain't going down no more....</span></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-78749053334015942682009-09-20T22:57:00.001+08:002009-09-20T22:59:26.318+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SrZC-UPdgII/AAAAAAAAA_I/r75PMPLvnRA/s1600-h/sci.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383564042920886402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SrZC-UPdgII/AAAAAAAAA_I/r75PMPLvnRA/s400/sci.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Love is like the sun coming out of the cloudsand warming your soul.</span></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-85129439656707975492009-09-19T22:55:00.001+08:002009-09-19T22:58:34.266+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SrTxP744YeI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VCPNamNxUuU/s1600-h/scu.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383192710691185122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SrTxP744YeI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VCPNamNxUuU/s400/scu.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>A special world for you and me</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>A special bond one cannot see</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>It wraps us up in its cocoon</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>And holds us fiercely in its womb.</strong></span></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-80100827980738553602009-09-08T10:35:00.001+08:002009-09-08T10:37:59.933+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SqXDb-UgUSI/AAAAAAAAA-4/RNbcPRWjEaY/s1600-h/sl1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378920215316812066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SqXDb-UgUSI/AAAAAAAAA-4/RNbcPRWjEaY/s400/sl1.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I dont have words to tell you what you mean to me...</strong></span></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-81408537432230558682009-09-04T19:09:00.002+08:002009-09-04T19:16:10.184+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SqD2rGad40I/AAAAAAAAA-w/C1d7Tl6TVxI/s1600-h/sc.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377569175396803394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SqD2rGad40I/AAAAAAAAA-w/C1d7Tl6TVxI/s400/sc.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Just keep smiling till i am back...:-)</strong></span></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-67541125615183855232009-08-11T13:30:00.001+08:002009-08-11T13:34:03.359+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SoECtbU0_sI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/yku8tnvtNLc/s1600-h/fp.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368575210254827202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SoECtbU0_sI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/yku8tnvtNLc/s400/fp.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Such a vision, pure Angelic,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">As you move about the room,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hair drifting past your shoulders,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Humming soft a lovers tune.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">On the bed I silent watch you,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">While my passion grows with in,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Knowing it will be just moments,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Until our night of love begins.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Shadows do not hide your beauty,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">As I savor you like wine,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The outline of your body,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Burns into this heart of mine.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Our eyes meet to tell the story,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Two people burning with desire,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Knowing that our consummation, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Will put out this raging fire.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Descending slow from top the mountain,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sweated bodies panting breath,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Seeing we were very happy,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Paying off our passions debt.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Courtesy :- Bill Mae</span></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-32278568605963197762009-08-09T17:08:00.002+08:002009-08-09T17:13:02.058+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/Sn6SPIivVHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/eUMQHAenM0Q/s1600-h/sensual-1-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367888594561094770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/Sn6SPIivVHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/eUMQHAenM0Q/s400/sensual-1-1.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;">From the day that I met you, girl</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> I knew that your love would be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Everything that I ever wanted in my life</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> From the moment you spoke my name</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> I knew everything had changed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Because of you I felt my life would be complete<br /></div></span>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-11338065886012899632009-07-31T17:02:00.003+08:002009-07-31T17:17:05.406+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SnKzf_1ubkI/AAAAAAAAA94/yLu12VNrq8s/s1600-h/ui.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SnKzf_1ubkI/AAAAAAAAA94/yLu12VNrq8s/s400/ui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364547468445773378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The song wud say exactly what i m feeling right now....sigh</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qeChcc_Ubdo&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qeChcc_Ubdo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-1028451664325587142009-07-18T13:05:00.002+08:002009-07-18T13:06:09.507+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SmFYLmbTJtI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Lii_nDIKSMg/s1600-h/snl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SmFYLmbTJtI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Lii_nDIKSMg/s400/snl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359661987864454866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-45928824967945837332009-07-11T12:32:00.002+08:002009-07-11T12:36:02.529+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SlgWe6tBWXI/AAAAAAAAA9o/dryMaq5v39c/s1600-h/3515316955_5954ddfdf3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SlgWe6tBWXI/AAAAAAAAA9o/dryMaq5v39c/s400/3515316955_5954ddfdf3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357056477167180146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I know</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />I'm too late</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Too late to even say</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />I m really very sorry</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Someday</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />When my punishment is over</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />I will see you up there</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Someday..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Someday it will happen</span><br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-53814152874941705372009-06-26T22:18:00.003+08:002009-06-26T22:34:42.788+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SkTZAoiHrCI/AAAAAAAAA9g/JhkTGWIgAok/s1600-h/wt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SkTZAoiHrCI/AAAAAAAAA9g/JhkTGWIgAok/s400/wt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351640862126746658" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Its so fucking strange that we always realize after completely loosing something...</span><br /></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-31684555134658453842009-06-23T23:29:00.002+08:002009-06-23T23:32:06.378+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SkD1DATfRpI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ubG8fzdboe4/s1600-h/h2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SkD1DATfRpI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ubG8fzdboe4/s400/h2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350545789286303378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Keep looking through the window pane</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">just trying to see through the pouring rain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">it's hearing your name, hearing your name</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I really never felt quite the same,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">since I've lost what I had to gain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">no one to blame, no one to blame</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">seems to me, can't turn back the hands of time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Oh it seems to me, can't turn back the hands of time</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Seems to me, can't turn back the hands of time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Oh it seems to me, can't turn back the hands of time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">seems to me, history was left behind</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Courtesy :- Groove Amanda</span><br />Thats exactly whats goin' through my mind right now.<br /></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-37782357344934680672009-06-21T21:00:00.001+08:002009-06-21T21:04:46.305+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/Sj4vloIkblI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p-zVvDJuEMM/s1600-h/cb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/Sj4vloIkblI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p-zVvDJuEMM/s400/cb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349765730837753426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'll take that chopper babeh...u can take me...</span><br /></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996324238185304450.post-3234369917119964722009-06-14T23:00:00.002+08:002009-06-14T23:03:24.480+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SjUQ8dHNACI/AAAAAAAAA9I/EYRYPULgZuA/s1600-h/ln.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXZjWZZDVIY/SjUQ8dHNACI/AAAAAAAAA9I/EYRYPULgZuA/s400/ln.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347198763365367842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Tortured self worth<br />Released from attatchment<br /><br />Hyman reaction<br />Abstracts of wrath<br />Muted unable to realize<br />Images of your designs<br />Soul sacrifice,a blessing to me<br />Carve me from your memories<br />Deep impressions my depths<br /><br />Worthless as each breath<br /><br />My fears of losing you<br />Worlds within words of half truth<br />Colour fades from your face<br />I'll pour scorn from the lowest place<br />Annihilation acceptance<br />Paradox of self existence<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Courtesy :- Cathederal</span><br /></div>Southpaw unpluggedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02048799960005089850noreply@blogger.com0