<?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-12039587</id><updated>2012-01-24T00:47:04.767+05:00</updated><title type='text'>ArtWork</title><subtitle type='html'>Trying to create an art.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-8383817458404898570</id><published>2008-10-01T21:25:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:25:05.777+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sc4nf/2312678304/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2056/2312678304_6a0b3d497f.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sc4nf/2312678304/"&gt;Flowers&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sc4nf/"&gt;sc4nf&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Blurred....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-8383817458404898570?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/8383817458404898570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=8383817458404898570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/8383817458404898570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/8383817458404898570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2008/10/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2056/2312678304_6a0b3d497f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-3585440080943555114</id><published>2008-10-01T21:19:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:19:36.334+05:00</updated><title type='text'>One with the Nature and one with the flickr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sc4nf/2311865611/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2396/2311865611_54c79349cd.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sc4nf/2311865611/"&gt;Flowers&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sc4nf/"&gt;sc4nf&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is just an experimental image to test how well the picture is licked with blogger via flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-3585440080943555114?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/3585440080943555114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=3585440080943555114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/3585440080943555114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/3585440080943555114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-with-nature-and-one-with-flickr.html' title='One with the Nature and one with the flickr'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2396/2311865611_54c79349cd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-6113685401199126093</id><published>2008-08-02T18:50:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:47:48.726+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 60’s fashion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Music has been a great influence on the fashion world since ages. Lately a group of Maldivians has started to follow a guy name “Abdul Wah Haab” and gained them self the label “Wah Habee’s”. If I am not mistaken the trend of the “Wah Habee’s” Started in Maldives around the year 1998. In order to follow the footsteps of Abdul Wah Haab they adopted the 60’s fashions, which was the way Michael Jackson (King of Pop / Pedophile) was following. After all every cult and every superhero must have a out fit which differentiate them from others and what better idol to them then the great pop singer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to them, getting isolated from the society and trying to manipulate the young teens to their cult of bullshits is something, which they “Must” do in order to, become religious. Over the last few years, they had been able to influence the weak-minded people on believing the lies and bullshits about religion and influencing them of sacrificing their freedom so that people would become a puppet to them. The young teens believe these people as tutors, but in reality these young teens mind has been washed with bullshit and their freedoms thrown away from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these tutors of the young teens have various disgusting habits, which include influencing the young girls onto marrying them in order to stay away from the sins and the eyes of others. Almost all the fucking “Wah Habee’s” which you can find in Maldives would be having at least 4 wives saying its what the religion has told them to do. Abusing the rights of religion and influencing the weak-minded people is one of the things, which these so-called religious people have been doing for the last few years. This is just the beginning to their actions, as there is yet to see more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The idea of manipulating the young teens into this disgusting ways of life was not an idea created by a Maldivian, but it was a copied from the Arabic countries. After all who wouldn’t want to be in the top level of a cult like this when they get to sleep with four wives. Sadly their taste is to go for girls which are much more younger then them and to abuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/12039587-6113685401199126093?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/6113685401199126093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=6113685401199126093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/6113685401199126093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/6113685401199126093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2007/09/60s-fashion.html' title='The 60’s fashion.'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-2697386582118497452</id><published>2007-09-25T03:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:14:27.048+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why do “some” people get so pissed off when someone tells to fuck or maybe fuck off or something simmilar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when people just throw a punch or even gets into a situation where they loose control of themselves. This is when they start doing the stupid stuffs. For me “now” I feel if someone is to say a word like that to me, it would be taken more of a compliment. I feel that the person using those words is a complete jerk and probably jealous of me. Also wouldn't it be a pleasure fucking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly people who thinks they say something smart, doesn’t necessarily is able to do so. When people get angry they try to use filthy words, but then a new question rises of what are filthy words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view every word is similar and doesn’t carry anything bad neither good in it. There are times when people get so pissed in Maldives and they say “Kaley amaafui” or maybe sometimes “Kaley bafaa foe”. Is that something, which we should get angry about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaley amaafui, translated means your mothers pussy. Then Kaley bafaa foe, translated means your fathers dick. Isn’t this something, which mom and dad have, as they both are humans? Or for that matter any human being of male of female has their sex organs. Is there anything to be ashamed? Aren’t these just things which we should just replies saying, yes they do have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person says your mother doesn’t have pussy, I guess there is something to get offended, but when they says that your mother got a pussy I guess there is nothing to get offend at all. As most of the Maldivian keeps on saying “Kaley amaafui” I guess the best way to counter it would be by saying, “Yes dear, my mother got a pussy but too bad your mother doesn’t has one and you have to come out from ya mothers arse as you really smell like shit”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either ways I believe that none of words which people they use to piss a person should work on a smart person. The strongest of us all is the person who knows how to ignore and to live happily without making a awkward scene to show that you are strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/12039587-2697386582118497452?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/2697386582118497452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=2697386582118497452' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/2697386582118497452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/2697386582118497452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-is-no-filth.html' title='Fuck you.'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-3228657312847328706</id><published>2007-09-20T18:49:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:52:27.656+05:00</updated><title type='text'>If god is alive, god must die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To ask myself of the question whether god is dead I should ask myself the question of whether god was ever alive. Then when I come to think of this situation I feel that there are no gods. Still for “some” people god is more alive then themselves. This makes me wonder what does it mean to be alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word alive could be defined in quite a few ways. From my point of view being alive is doing more then what we should have been capable of doing and while doing the certain activity enjoying the moment. That’s what I feel being alive is means to me. So when I use this definition I guess you could make anything alive as if the person enjoys creating thoughts in the mind and believe in those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years of humankind, we had seen so many gods, which had been created by us human beings. There had been times where they had seen their gods, as well as thousands of people worshiped that god. But all these gods are only creations of the human mind as no one can really prove the existence of god with 100% certainty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the time when people try to prove the existence of god end up saying, “If you have faith you would surely know that god exists”. What does faith god to do with proving gods existence with 100% certainty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to conclude when time passes and as we keep on evolving we seems to keep on forgetting about these gods where by the gods, which we create, dies with and within us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/12039587-3228657312847328706?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/3228657312847328706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=3228657312847328706' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/3228657312847328706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/3228657312847328706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-god-is-alive-god-must-die.html' title='If god is alive, god must die.'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-7344231748127250814</id><published>2007-09-16T13:24:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:25:13.135+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greediness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We could never fulfill our wants.&lt;br /&gt;We could never stop wanting for more.&lt;br /&gt;We could never get enough of anything.&lt;br /&gt;We could never let another person live happily.&lt;br /&gt;We could never let another person live sadly.&lt;br /&gt;We could never stop asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;We could never stop getting answers.&lt;br /&gt;We could never be happy.&lt;br /&gt;We could never be sad.&lt;br /&gt;We could never get settle.&lt;br /&gt;We could never ……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could keep on stating millions of things, which we could never do. Then again I guess everyone would know what we could never do, but than again there are millions of things, which we could do but still result in something, which we could not do. The action that we do would never ever make us happy enough. So everything we do is something, which we could never obtain. We are too selfish to be settling for anything, and anything, which we get, equals to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-7344231748127250814?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/7344231748127250814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=7344231748127250814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/7344231748127250814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/7344231748127250814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2007/09/greediness.html' title='Greediness'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-3412548783386902973</id><published>2007-09-12T19:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:57:43.938+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration of Ramazaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It’s another nice ramazaan on our hands where we all had been blessed with the presence of tsunami. Whom shall we thank for this presence or is this just a trial to test our faith, which we keep in the so called selfish god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time when tsunami occurred people started to say it was due to the celebration of the lord Jesus’s birthday, which was the Christmas day. Afterwards they started to say that Christianity was a fake religion and it was due to it the god has punished them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again these occurrences have always been occurring only in the center of the Islam countries where by thousand and thousand of Islam victims die. Even this time the earth quake started at the center of a country where the majority is Islam’s, and this is the beginning of ramazaan, Could this be because Islam is also a religion which a person created in order to get attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again when I start talking like this, they would say, “Hey don’t judge the judgment of gods”. So then what should we judge? Are we just here to be the dumb and stupid puppet who just follows all the illogical things which keep on happening on this world and just to follow the religions which out parents teaches us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have to just keep on believing what our ancestors and parents believed? Then again I guess I would just leave this post incomplete this time, as we had been living an incomplete life from the day we were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I’ve got three more things to say.&lt;br /&gt;Number One: Ramazaan mubarik to those who believe Islam. &lt;br /&gt;Number Two: God bless all who believes in god. &lt;br /&gt;Number Three: For others just keep on enjoying and living freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/12039587-3412548783386902973?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/3412548783386902973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=3412548783386902973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/3412548783386902973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/3412548783386902973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2007/09/celebration-of-ramazaan.html' title='Celebration of Ramazaan'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-8842951433025657062</id><published>2007-09-10T20:09:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:16:30.035+05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Recently a question just keeps on popping up in ma mind all the time. Even now the same question seems to pops up every now and then. The question of “what are we”. I still keep on asking my self, what are we though I don’t seems to have any answer to it and would prolly never be able to get an answer which could satisfy ma mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single moment as it passes by I keep on asking my self “what are we”, and sometimes I keep on wondering whether we are just puppets of gods as we are created just to fulfill gods selfishness. Every person in this world except for the atheists believe that we are just puppets of a god and we are just created to satisfy the selfishness of the god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again when I try to compare my self with an animal I feel as they are much more happier and they are not bounded to anything like us puppets. Even though us being puppets, we even try to play the role of god in the manner of trying to have puppets to fulfill our selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there are times where we become one with the nature and run around each and every place thinking we are an animal, where we are not bounded with any rules where only the strong survive. Still could we be as happy and brave as the animals or imitate such creatures who knows the meaning of freedom and what life is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess there wont be any logical explanation which could really give me an conclusion of who we are other than we are just a perfect puppet then rather then we try to imitate us of being a god or an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/12039587-8842951433025657062?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/8842951433025657062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=8842951433025657062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/8842951433025657062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/8842951433025657062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-are-we.html' title='What are we?'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-117636360229143105</id><published>2007-09-10T05:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:44:23.826+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was originally drafted on 4th of December 2007, where I wasn't sure of wether I should publish it or not, but since I got too much of time in my hand, I just thought I would just give it a try of pressing the post button today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been asking my self a lot of questions about alcohol. So far I haven’t been able to understand the basics behind it. I’ve been hanging around with a couple of people who drink a lot, in order to find the answers behind why we can’t stop drinking or why we want to drink. Still I haven’t properly being able to get an answer from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put down a bit of what I had seen and why I think they might want to drink. Most of the cases the drinking scenario occurs out of boredom. When they don’t know what they want to do with their life and time. They wonder what could be the easiest way to kill the time. Other times it’s just simply because they think they get high, or even loose control and they can’t remember anything which goes on and does after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality the only moment which you can’t remember what goes on is when you passed off, which is the stage of where you faint or goes in to a stage of sleep. But before that you would remember everything which goes on around you. But what can I say, if they try doing something stupid while they had a bit of alcohol, the just blame the alcohol. Guess its parts of the human basic behavior. Passing the blame to something else as they think it would give them a relief as it would be the perfect excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me always wonder of the moment when people get drunk and start vomiting, do they really like it. I mean you go to a club or buy few alcoholic drinks and start drinking till you start to feel as if your head is heavier than your body and also keeps off running to take a piss every few minutes. Then when your body can’t take the alcohol anymore the body starts to reject it from your body. Makes me wonder if the people really loves the taste of vomit in their mouth to keep on drinking every weekend or on occasional basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We label alcohol as the perfect party companion, but wouldn’t it be gross vomiting in party, or enjoying while your friend keeps on vomiting. Than again alcohol isn’t something which is addictive or which you really want in your life at all. If alcohol was such an addictive drink people would keep on drinking throughout day and night. But mostly they drink only on weekends and every alternative weekend. So base on what I had seen and what I’ve observed, alcohol is nothing addictive neither gives any happiness to you except you get to use alcohol as an excuse for facing your fears. To face your fears you keep on wasting a large portion of your income, which you just could do with a bit of self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion to what I had seen, alcohol is used by people who don’t have the proper self confidence in them. They need the help of something to face their fears or to face the reality as a result they use the help of alcohol as they think it enables them to express themselves. But in reality all they do is waste the money on the alcohol and just make their minds believe that they are drunk because of the alcohol so that they would be able to do what ever they feel like doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/12039587-117636360229143105?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/117636360229143105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=117636360229143105' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/117636360229143105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/117636360229143105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2007/04/alcohol.html' title='Alcohol'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-112719259633976524</id><published>2005-09-20T09:55:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:16:33.986+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokers / Wasted / Wanna` bee`s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p face="courier new" style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guess this would be a kind of subject which people rather leave it off without talking. Then again for me this is something which I prefer to talk about. Am I an addict, guess the exact answer for that would be "no" human nature' that's what we all say when someone says you are a smoker who is addicted to it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p face="courier new" style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Proving someone is not an addict is kind of very simple. For instance; I did smoke and I really loved it. Mostly because I know that every cigarette which I smoke would make my life shorter making it one step closer to dying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wonder why I used to think like that, maybe the world doesn't have anything interesting to offer me at all. By smoking you aren't just trying to kill your self alone, but trying to push the peoples who want to be with you. Some people might think "The peoples who Love me would, care and love me for who I am". Exactly this isn't completely wrong assumption.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Than again when an assumptions like this is made you need to know the consequence of what you do as there is always both sides involved, when making an assumption like this. So I'll just try to type some questions which I wont answer. I'd prefer to leave it blank as everyone got the free mind to think about what's good and what's not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q1: Why do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Q2: Why do you do, something which others dislike?&lt;br /&gt;Q3: Does that mean others have to change and get adjusted to something they dont like just because you started to smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Q4: Are you superior then others to do something which they dislike, and still you want them to care for you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Questions like this could keep on going. Though the tough part about this would be weather a person could realize if they really could control their smoking. Then again, I used to smoke and I'd say I had quit smoking for quite sometime now. I was never an addict but wanted to shorten my life. Seems it worked a bit, then again I am still alive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This time I'll try to categorized the group which a smoker is labllled into. So far from my point of view I only see 2 categories. Which are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1: Fashionable Smokers / Stupid Smokers.&lt;br /&gt;2: Smoking because they don't want a future.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I think I would try to see to into the first category.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of the smokers in this category just love to hold a cigarette in their hands and act cool. These smokers don't know how it feels to really inhale the smoke in to the lungs and let it go. They just puff the cigarette and blows out the smoke from the mouth and the nose without inhaling it in to the lungs. They might go on smoking two, three or even four packs a day. If I am to judge these people I’ll quote them as "Wanna' bee's Kiddo's of the young teens".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honestly I've met a person who started smoking recently; if I am to add something to his personality I'll say a stupid one. Then when someone asked him how many cigarettes he smoke a day, he replied around three to four packs. Then again I've seen people like this smoking in front of houses, taking a puff from a cigarette and blowing out the smoke without inhaling it to the lungs. Make me wonder why they want to waste their money to show off to the people that he is a real addicted smoker and smokes 24 hours of the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I'll try to look in to the second catagory of the people who seems to smoke because they dont want a future.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We might say "we will not die because we smoke." then again its a known fact that by smoking you are more likely to get lung diseases and all sort of stuffs. Even It's a known by smoking your life span would be reduced. And yes! there are people who are at the age of 90's and even still smoking. But than again you'll never be able to know how long that person would have lived if he/she didn't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;By smoking you might get a timely pleasure but it's because you want your mind to think that's its pleasure which you get by smoking. You spend around five to ten minutes trying to smoke a cigarette and inhale it to the lungs and take a deep breath and let the smoke out. Wow, It used to feel great. Than again what if you just spend the five to ten minutes which you spend smoking inorder to relax your mind and inhale some fresh air by taking some deep breaths. It'll surely do you wonders as you will feel relaxed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Either ways, it's a free world and everyone should have the freedom to smoke or not to smoke as its their own free will to do it. We should not interfere with it. If you dislike what he/she does you could just get away from him or if he violates your space you could tell the person to respect the rights of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-112719259633976524?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/112719259633976524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=112719259633976524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112719259633976524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112719259633976524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2005/09/smokers-wasted-wanna-bees.html' title='Smokers / Wasted / Wanna` bee`s.'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-112713419598104206</id><published>2005-09-19T17:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:47:38.300+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;Guess I would try to publish something via Microsoft Word as it seems they had made an add-on to this. Soon when I press "Publish" I'll know how easy they had made blog's to be published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess if you see this blog and reading it, It means I had been able to publish the blog via the blog add-on to Microsoft Word. This is quite easy as only thing which I needed to do was go to blog settings and type my user name and pass, afterwards was trying to write this in order to test it out so if you see this feel free to try it out. This is quite easy to use and nothing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I personally thinks about this add-on, I'll say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This add-on sucks BIG time&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; and probably now I would try to uninstall this as soon as I could.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded it from the following link so do feel free to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://buzz.blogger.com/bloggerforword.html"&gt;http://buzz.blogger.com/bloggerforword.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-112713419598104206?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/112713419598104206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=112713419598104206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112713419598104206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112713419598104206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2005/09/trying-to-test.html' title='Trying to test.'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-112712205910767643</id><published>2005-09-19T13:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:45:33.360+05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's been a while since i had the opportunity to post my blog over here' probably too long. Then again, nothing new or interesting has occurred during the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess' I'll try to recap what had happened today so far. Woke up around 9:30am kind of an early time for me. So I just took a pillow and covered my head again in order to try and sleep again. After a while my phone started to ring. It's my alarm at 11:30am. I had no other choice but to get up and make a move to college as I am trying not to skip anymore classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a warm shower and made the move towards college and entered to the boring classroom. Spent around 1 and 1/2 hours in the classroom, while the lecturer kept on lecturing about something which i heard as "blah blah blah blah..... Students that's all for today". As soon as i heard that rushed up from the chair and got out from the class. Felt good to finally get out of the classroom, and then started walking towards my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn; it started to rain before I could take 10 steps towards home. Guess the day could have not got any better than this as it had been a while since I went off home walking in the rain. As I was walking back home, I could see the people staring at me when they go off in the car. Probably wondering why is that guy walking down in the rain. Then again didn't care much of what they thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really worth while to finally walk around the rain after this long and felt really good. Especially from the moment which I felt the cold rain drops making my body shiver, as it made my mind go blank. Even the water coming down from the Street was as if i was walking on the beachside of an island. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-112712205910767643?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/112712205910767643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=112712205910767643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112712205910767643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112712205910767643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-112728279874613344</id><published>2005-06-27T10:56:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T09:04:56.256+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun &amp; Joy of Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p face="courier new" style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's been few nights since I've started to move around with a couple of friends over here. It was more like the Halloween fever for them but the difference is it wasn't the Halloween.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p face="courier new" style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It all started with a friend's request. He told me weather I would like to go out and see haunted houses; I kind of like the idea as I didn't had anything else to do at the nights. We started off with a few haunted houses around block in the town and afterwards went off town. Sometimes drove for around 45 minutes just to find a nice place. At this time I had the opportunity to visit some graves too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was able to visit graveyards of Muslims, Christians, Hindu's, and even Chinese. But they all look very much alike except for the Hindu graveyard. The Hindu graveyard was more like a scary place as we had to go into a place where there was tree's all the way around. The scary part which i felt while walking down to the place was, you could never know who might be hiding in that tree's trying to get laid or even smoke some weed. As their would be a very less chances as group of people would enter to a grave at the night. As for their belief a place like that would have been the perfect place to do what you don't want others to find out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When comparing to all the graveyards I feel that Hindu graveyards methods was great as it doesn't involve much of burying &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the dead body, though to a certain extent their were people buried' but not as much as people in other cemetery. When it come to wastage' I saw that Muslim, chinese and the Christians did most of the waste of designing the gravestones and making the grave stones a nice thing to stare at. Then again guess they might have thought the better their gravestone looks the better they would be treated in afterlife. It more looked a complete waste of time and afford of quite a lot of people. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was totally a great experience, would surely love a opportunity like that anytime of the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-112728279874613344?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/112728279874613344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=112728279874613344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112728279874613344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112728279874613344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-joy-of-night.html' title='Fun &amp; Joy of Night.'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-112728531758821030</id><published>2005-05-13T04:34:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:54:35.803+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Recipe one of my favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoon Milo&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoon Condensed Milk&lt;br /&gt;Add 2 tablespoon of Milo to a glass and mix it with boiling water. When it's mixed add 2 tablespoon of condensed milk and mix it up. Afterwards just fill up the glass either with boiling water or warm water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe two of my favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoon of Milo&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoon of Milk powder (Preferably Nespray)&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoon of Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Add all 3 ingredients Milo, milk and sugar to a glass and mix it a bit. Afterwards add boiling water to the half of the glass. Mix it well and considering how you want it to be adding warm water or hot boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe three of my favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoon of Milo&lt;br /&gt;1 Glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoon of sugar&lt;br /&gt;Boil milk in a pot, afterwards add 2 Tablespoon of Milo and sugar to it. Mix it well and pour it in to your glass after when the Milo and sugar is mixed perfectly with the Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the 3 styles I like to drink my Milo, you should try it out. If you are to try out a Milo drink I'd recommend the first style. I like it more when I use the condensed milk, it's much more yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-112728531758821030?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/112728531758821030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=112728531758821030' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112728531758821030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/112728531758821030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2005/05/milo.html' title='Milo'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-111364026977972112</id><published>2005-04-16T13:29:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T15:48:24.030+05:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Trouble &amp; Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The final post of me even makes me laugh. There is a question which had always been in my mind. I had always asked my self that question over and over and still I don't have a direct answer which comforts my mind. Still I had given a try to answer for the question in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why and what's the reason for us to believe there is a god?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;Actually I am not so sure why we even think of god, but from my point view we only think of the existence of a god, only when we are in trouble and desire something. As far as it goes we all are mindful of god only when we come across something we desires or when we face trouble. Every time we lay our eyes upon something we desire or get into trouble, we seek to god to help us with the trouble and help us gain which we desire. At that time we start praying to god and work a bit hard as we need to fulfill our desires and try to get away from the trouble. But once when we gain what we want; we slowly forget about god until we face the trouble or lay our eyes upon something we desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As a conclusion to that I'll just say we believe in GOD only to ask help from someone mightier than all humanity or anything on this world as we know that their must be a creator of all these wonderful miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-111364026977972112?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/111364026977972112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=111364026977972112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/111364026977972112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/111364026977972112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2005/04/god-trouble-desire.html' title='God, Trouble &amp; Desire'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-111311210345771798</id><published>2005-04-10T10:47:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T15:45:32.856+05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess the word Ello'ha didn't meant to say bye, but it was the beginning to my blog entries. I got exactly 24 hours remaining till my finals of this semester exams. I still feel there is nothing to study as there is still 24 hours. Within 24 hours anything could happened and even the dumbest person may speak the wisest words. So than again if my faith is to pass I would most probably pass but it isn't always about faith; it's also about self confidence and being mindful of god.&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/12039587-111311210345771798?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/111311210345771798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=111311210345771798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/111311210345771798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/111311210345771798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2005/04/24-hours.html' title='24 Hours'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039587.post-111304047716453265</id><published>2005-04-09T14:51:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T03:18:34.283+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha / Ello'ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had always loved the word "Ello'ha" cos you never know what it mean when someone says the word "Ello'ha"; as its used by the Hawaiian people to say Hello &amp; Bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;So than again Ello'ha to all those who read this as this might be the beginning or the end of my blog entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039587-111304047716453265?l=3score6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/feeds/111304047716453265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039587&amp;postID=111304047716453265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/111304047716453265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039587/posts/default/111304047716453265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3score6.blogspot.com/2005/04/aloha-elloha.html' title='Aloha / Ello&apos;ha'/><author><name>ArtWork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08293685112314547190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/2680755.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
