<?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-26591330</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:43:41.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Munky's Cage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-4418865478614162737</id><published>2010-09-15T07:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:23:32.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The rushes of creativity</title><content type='html'>I dont believe that any process can be rushed and still expected to produce the same outcomes as it's well thought out, strategized, well planned counterpart. Its obvious when applied to the design process of a website or artwork.. No design can be rushed as it has to come to the designer in whiffs and waves of creativity. There is no "ready to go" solution for any of lifes problems.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting me to make a design in 4 hours is like expecting Michaelangelo to paint the Cistene chapel in a day.. And result in randomly thrown in pieces such as clowns and flags and fireworks.. When asked why he would even think of putting a clown in the cistene chapel, Michaelango would say "ah i needed to fill it in and i couldnt find anything else in time" you cant tell a man u want a car in 2 days and expect it to work 100% ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we will be having half grown fetuses.. " honey its been 3 fucking months already.. Put it out now!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-4418865478614162737?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/4418865478614162737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=4418865478614162737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4418865478614162737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4418865478614162737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2010/09/rushes-of-creativity.html' title='The rushes of creativity'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-1684992026909235214</id><published>2010-09-13T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:51:58.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Coolah!</title><content type='html'>dedicated to Deano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/TI7xV63pHcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IBAZsb9MFJ4/s1600/glasstype.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/TI7xV63pHcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IBAZsb9MFJ4/s320/glasstype.jpg" /&gt;&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/26591330-1684992026909235214?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/1684992026909235214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=1684992026909235214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/1684992026909235214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/1684992026909235214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-coolah.html' title='It&apos;s a Coolah!'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/TI7xV63pHcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IBAZsb9MFJ4/s72-c/glasstype.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-4607955271502515761</id><published>2010-09-07T23:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:57:37.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so blogging from iphone begins</title><content type='html'>Well havent we all come along way from our nokia 3310? Hehe everyones got a smart phone.. And to me the iphone is just a complete communications device.. So easy to use and jam packed with features.. Its a godsend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways bloggers who wanna blog when away from home can use blogpress, its a really handy tool that will come to great use on trips or vacations when you just wanna share ur view outside your window.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways get it from the appstore for just 3.99 its really worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/3072.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/07/s_3072.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-4607955271502515761?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/4607955271502515761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=4607955271502515761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4607955271502515761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4607955271502515761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-so-blogging-from-iphone-begins.html' title='And so blogging from iphone begins'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-4257189043260266651</id><published>2010-08-25T04:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T04:10:40.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Facelift to my Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys, its been 2 years since I last blogged. Just want to let you know that there will be a change both Visually and content wise on this blog. from now one the content will be more design related rather than poem and random related stuff. so onward we go then. cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-4257189043260266651?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/4257189043260266651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=4257189043260266651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4257189043260266651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4257189043260266651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-facelift-to-my-blog.html' title='New Facelift to my Blog'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-2570866795399242520</id><published>2008-06-26T23:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:10:42.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Drive - Teague Gray</title><content type='html'>so theres a few things I just cant hide,&lt;br /&gt;how meaningless shit crashes to my side,&lt;br /&gt;things that dont make sense anymore,&lt;br /&gt;seem to have me banged up creepin allover the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing I can do, but stay awhile and listen,&lt;br /&gt;I need to break free from this guilty prison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;and take my life for a test drive,&lt;br /&gt;see how high I can fly&lt;br /&gt;over my problems and many more,&lt;br /&gt;see how far I can soar.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna knw....&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU PUT ME HERE FOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heads messed up dont really knw why..&lt;br /&gt;I try to make sense of the world and deny&lt;br /&gt;the fact that I have no clue what I want to do&lt;br /&gt;when everything else in my life seems through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing I can do, bit stay awhile and listen,&lt;br /&gt;I need to break free from this guilty prison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus :&lt;br /&gt;and take my life for a test drive,&lt;br /&gt;see how high I can fly&lt;br /&gt;over my problems and many more,&lt;br /&gt;see how far I can soar.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna knw....&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU PUT ME HERE FOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you had plans for me.. that everything is meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know... what you put me here for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus //&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow I wrote this in 7 minutes xD its probably terrible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-2570866795399242520?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/2570866795399242520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=2570866795399242520' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/2570866795399242520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/2570866795399242520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2008/06/test-drive-teague-gray.html' title='Test Drive - Teague Gray'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-7616103864059804455</id><published>2008-06-26T23:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:08:48.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>deafening Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;when words are not found, where emotions are not shown&lt;br /&gt;where the need for communication has immensly grown,&lt;br /&gt;You find urself wandering amongst the dried leaves of solitude,&lt;br /&gt;you want to reach out but instead you retract cos ur not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Theres a calm wind that blows across, soothing your pain,&lt;br /&gt;almost like the breeze that blows before the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your closed to urself, but is this where you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;cut out from the world, far away from me?&lt;br /&gt;I wished for more better days ahead,&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts of you still linger in my head.&lt;br /&gt;tormented and frustrated I cannot see,&lt;br /&gt;the light you shine, trying to guide me..&lt;br /&gt;i squint, I try... only to catch a glimpse of the afterlight,&lt;br /&gt;realizing...I was wrong, and you as always.. were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being by urself is not how I want you to be,&lt;br /&gt;if anything troubles you, share it with me..&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, when the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;most of all to prove to you... that I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=308957&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=17124645291&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=17124645291&amp;amp;id=286700603"&gt;&lt;img onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" class="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v284/119/54/286700603/n286700603_308957_5162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-7616103864059804455?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/7616103864059804455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=7616103864059804455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/7616103864059804455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/7616103864059804455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2008/06/deafening-silence.html' title='deafening Silence'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-4027711048175511142</id><published>2008-06-23T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:01:59.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Comments - depression</title><content type='html'>So Ive been away for awhile.. actually Ive been writing stuff on Facebook.. and I keep forgetting to update this.. So i thought Id keep them individual.. for reasons beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a question.. is it bad to be serious all the time? and is it bad to Joke most of the time.. the fact that you dont take things too seriously.. atleast the unimportant ones that you can brush off or things people say that arent true.. or small arguements with the loved one.. these are minor Issues.. dont take things too personally... but life is short.. You cant waste your time being serious n pissed off at anyone or anything.. which is why I never hold a grudge.. unless its personal and a huge huge huge thing.. fair enough there are times.. where you should never talk to someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And depression.. I know.. Ive gone through my share of it.. and it never turns out too gud.. whats the point? u just had something bad happen to you... so why waste more time being more sad about it? why not live it up a little? and go enjoy urself.. and take ur mind off things? I think nothing can make you so depressed that you wouldnt laugh for a joke.. or a LOLCATS pic.. haha.. life is too short to live it in depression, you only live once... and even that is just enjoyable for 30 years (16-46) or more... the rest of it is just a struggle.. but that doesnt mean you should sulk it away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember.. shit happens.. you just gotta clean it up, put some air freshner and move on..(making sure it dont stink nemore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-4027711048175511142?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/4027711048175511142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=4027711048175511142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4027711048175511142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4027711048175511142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2008/06/belated-comments-depression.html' title='Belated Comments - depression'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-6932545979753174721</id><published>2008-04-07T20:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:18:04.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecology from Sources Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is it that girls say they want a sensitive guy but really they want a guy that’s sensitive towards THEIR feelings?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do girls think they know what romance is? Cuz they created it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WTF is ‘love’. Love is just a word, it doesn’t have a definite meaning so how can people be satisfied with someone saying ‘I love you.’ Maybe just maybe people should tell people why they love them, before the repetitively use the line ‘I love you.’&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Satisfaction is the greatest form of happiness. Why? Think about it for a second. What can possibly bring greater joy than being totally satisfied? The trick is, you have to be honest with yourself; you can’t cheat your own satisfaction. So lowering goals to reach satisfaction doesn’t achieve the desired effect. So what do you do? If most peoples goals are imaginative an unreachable, I guess the best way of life is the ‘don’t worry, be happy’ theory. Right? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some things in life just can’t be explained by science. Like a kiss, there’s something about the right kiss that just feels… supernatural. It can’t be explained by the laws of nature or the chemistry of the body. Its small things like this that give people hope for larger beliefs, like God. So does god really exist or is he just a figment of our insecurity with the unexplainable?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t think true love can actually be described. It’s just something we say to distinguish the person you end up with from the rest of the people you “fell in love with.” It would be tragic if we didn’t have a special word for everything (sarcasm). Also I wonder what that makes your previous loves, “fake loves?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmmm…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Society probably amounts for about 75% of all unhappiness. Come on society let a player play. Basically society is bunch of idiots who predetermined what’s important in all of our lives before we were even born. Money, looks, education….. what if I got a bunch of people together and we made, cow milking abilities, how far you can throw a sewing machine and ability to open doors the most important things in life. Sigh.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People all over the world for ages have been trying to define human nature. What’s the point of defining human nature? We’re too ignorant to learn from our mistakes anyway. So what’s the point, to reveal our flaws? I vote STFU about it and bask in our ignorance. It’s less painful. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until recently, I never realized how much one little thing about someone can linger in your mind for so long. I miss the word ‘pardon’… miss the way she annoyed me into doing anything… miss the way she tried to understand sports… miss the way she turns red after she takes a shot… miss her crying when she listens to boys 2 men… miss how she highlights my textbooks when we study… miss her trying to outargue the unarguable…miss her ‘omg, shutup ******!’ face… miss her compliments, always meant more than anyone elses… most of all I miss her presence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone was talking about perfect love yesterday… it sounded so unbelievably unreachable but when you think about it…. any love that actually survives is perfect. No matter how rocky a relationship is as long as you stick through it the love is flawless. Basically, there’s no such thing as an imperfect love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You think humans were made smart so that they can understand how foolish they really are?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Theory of humantivity. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Degree of success= (Difference made) (Personal Satisfaction)^2/Selfishness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Answer can be negative… lol&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Pretty much every action we make in our lives is selfish. There’s no such thing as an unselfish act. So, I think all we can hope for is that our selfishness makes a positive difference in the world.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Nietzsche’s will to power… we learn not to gain knowledge but to gain power over certain knowledge…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Opinions… if you agree with any opinion… you have no opinion… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Really real things don’t change at all…. but if something seems to not change isn’t that just as good.. if in our conscious its unchanged… it hasn’t ‘really’ changed…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-6932545979753174721?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/6932545979753174721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=6932545979753174721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/6932545979753174721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/6932545979753174721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2008/04/ecology-from-sources-anonymous.html' title='Ecology from Sources Anonymous'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-5948098669445499970</id><published>2008-04-06T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:50:49.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverance</title><content type='html'>In light of more obvious matters, points which seem so clear to us after it has all happened, never seem to grace our mind before the matter. It is always preceding a certain event that we obtain a "ohhh yea.. " understanding of the event. Its a dilemma that has been here since the beginning of man. Why do we not understand issues at that time, but realize it was wrong or we could've done it another way, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have encountered this problem personally many a time. It just doesn't hit you clearly at the time. No matter how much you think about it, you can never think of the correct way to handle an issue until you have handled it and then realized it. Is this effect called After-Occurence-Understanding? or POST-UNDERSTANDING? It is just the way things are. In this crazy confused world. We have to understand without revering the consequences, and take that step to making things right and handling the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-5948098669445499970?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/5948098669445499970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=5948098669445499970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/5948098669445499970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/5948098669445499970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2008/04/reverance.html' title='Reverance'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-7255057220690272099</id><published>2008-03-27T05:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:51:05.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to tha Bloggage</title><content type='html'>wow.. its been quite awhile.. since Ive got ages of time on my hands, thought Id go back to blogging... I have to get back to my artistic roots, finish up some poems.. accompany them with some art.. damn man Ive been out of it.. getting back to it soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. My better half left for Aussie.. so im missing her loads... but I feel I should express myself through this site.. so.. thats what Im gonna do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-7255057220690272099?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/7255057220690272099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=7255057220690272099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/7255057220690272099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/7255057220690272099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-tha-bloggage.html' title='Back to tha Bloggage'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-4010691705766625827</id><published>2007-07-24T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:51:52.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More that meets the eye....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/Rqa6ug6rlgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JAww6Gd7YHw/s1600-h/0305prime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/Rqa6ug6rlgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JAww6Gd7YHw/s320/0305prime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090961737061733890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS!!! robots in disguise!!  wow.. after waiting ages since I was a little kid to see the transformers movie, I wasn't disappointed!!! Not only were the effects stunning.. the story itself was touching. A faithful Camaro, A Fearless Solstice, A powerful eighteen wheeler, a peace loving Hummer and a brave GMC managed to beat off a whole fleet of armed forces unit Decepticons.. damn...I wouldn't mind having the actual Autobot vehicles.. gotta admit... the Autobots got style ;)... ever since I was a little kid watching transformers non-stop... I've always wanted to see what a movie would look like...  and OMG! it was worth watching it just for Meagan Fox.. DAMN you Shaya!! its a pity that they only make out once at the end tho.. hehe too bad man.. better luck next time... it was cool that they used Hugo Weaving's voice for Megatron, even tho you couldn't recognise it.. its the best voice for a villain.. by the way try to download the rock theme by Black lab.. its friggin awesome... anyways..Transformers didn't disappoint. it roxxord the soxxors!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-4010691705766625827?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/4010691705766625827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=4010691705766625827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4010691705766625827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/4010691705766625827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-that-meets-eye.html' title='More that meets the eye....'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/Rqa6ug6rlgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JAww6Gd7YHw/s72-c/0305prime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-7376885947745001157</id><published>2007-07-18T05:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T05:49:30.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silver Surfer Cometh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPO/505446%7EFantastic-Four-Rise-of-the-Silver-Surfer-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 323px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPO/505446%7EFantastic-Four-Rise-of-the-Silver-Surfer-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long have we waited for the most powerful Comic book character of all time... The Silver Surfer.. Origins unknown, he is the strongest ever Marvel Creation... He cannot be killed (even superman can be killed) and he is by far the most stylish character..I mean her surfs for crying out loud....NICE!!!! My favorite character of all time.. I wouldn't call him a Villain as it is not said anywhere that he is a villain. So as the movie hits Cinemas..and I am yet to watch it..(personal Reasons...surgery)... We (or atleast those of us who havent watched it) wait in impatience to see what the Surfer has brought for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-7376885947745001157?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/7376885947745001157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=7376885947745001157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/7376885947745001157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/7376885947745001157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2007/07/silver-surfer-cometh.html' title='The Silver Surfer Cometh'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-5562991408048951511</id><published>2007-03-03T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:18:30.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIGHT&gt;&gt;LIVE&gt;&gt;INSPIRE</title><content type='html'>Is there Fear in you? there shouldnt be... for those who fear something..will fail at doing it... Fear drives us away from our goals... it is fear that acts as a wall that stands between us and our destiny.. let it not stand strong.. break it with the hammer of courage.. for fear does not stand in the presence of courage.. Courage to fight.... courage to live.... and by living past our fears..inspire those who desire to live out their dreams.. as by conquering our fears.. we live out our dreams... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;                                                           - Teague Gray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-5562991408048951511?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/5562991408048951511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=5562991408048951511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/5562991408048951511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/5562991408048951511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2007/03/fightliveinspire.html' title='FIGHT&gt;&gt;LIVE&gt;&gt;INSPIRE'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-116766420897195250</id><published>2007-01-01T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:13:17.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is our greatest fear??</title><content type='html'>I recently watched a reletively old movie, called "Coach Carter" a true story about a High school basketball team and their coach. The line from this movie which stuck in my head and made so much sense was the answer to the question "What is your greatest fear??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is&lt;br /&gt;that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our&lt;br /&gt;darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be&lt;br /&gt;brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not&lt;br /&gt;to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the&lt;br /&gt;world. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within&lt;br /&gt;us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our&lt;br /&gt;own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do&lt;br /&gt;the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence&lt;br /&gt;automatically liberates others."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-116766420897195250?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/116766420897195250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=116766420897195250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/116766420897195250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/116766420897195250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-our-greatest-fear.html' title='What is our greatest fear??'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-116351530651591976</id><published>2006-11-14T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:41:47.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG I'M GOING BONKERS!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy crap.!!! I have jus come to realize tht I am going nuts cos of this idiot box upgrade they call a cmputer.!!! I'm starting to use chatting comments such as "LOL" or "ROFL" in my everyday speech... Im also starting to make lame jokes related to comps...this Software engineering degree is driving me insane!!! Also the fact tht ive become addicted to MMORPG's isnt helping!! late nights on Lineage 2 are not helping my morale or self esteem or my sleeep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav also noted the fact that I am using many of these gaming terms and 1337 (Leet) words in ordinary chat to ordinary ppl and they be like "Wtf is he talking abt??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coursework is almost done n its driving me insane...I cant get my right hand off the keyboard cos my left hand holds it back and vise versa... I have so much work to do as well, which explains the lack of bloggage..ooooooo... new word..."bloggage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me ... my dictionary and some words I use :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolizzle :(verb) "Laughing out loud...in a gangsta way"&lt;br /&gt;Nyerr :  "OK "or "SHAPE" (reluctantly)&lt;br /&gt;MotherWhore : (noun) well an insult... &lt;br /&gt;booga-booga : "hello" in a sudden flashy tone&lt;br /&gt;eh? : "WTF?"&lt;br /&gt;bleh : "cant be bothered"&lt;br /&gt;byarr : "heheh i just insulted u!!"&lt;br /&gt;meh : "here"&lt;br /&gt;fuktard : "F**king retard"&lt;br /&gt;Moona : "money"&lt;br /&gt;Zoogla : (noun) "great god of Craziness"&lt;br /&gt;Trizzler : (noun) polite way to call someone an "Asshole"&lt;br /&gt;Humongerous : (adjective) "extremely gi-normous" - obtained from Beppy (c)&lt;br /&gt;Gi-normous : (adjective) "Extremely LARGE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG : "Oh my god"&lt;br /&gt;KTHX : "k thankyou"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-116351530651591976?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/116351530651591976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=116351530651591976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/116351530651591976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/116351530651591976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/11/zomg-im-going-bonkers.html' title='ZOMG I&apos;M GOING BONKERS!!!!!!'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-115790930672770731</id><published>2006-09-10T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T11:28:26.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do..so little time</title><content type='html'>hehe I lukd at my last post...n it was quite awhile ago...this proves I'm not one of those regular bloggers hu make an entry every single day..but hey..atleast im a blogger...well jus picked up my Cuzins hu came from aussie...they gonna be here for 3 weeks...so shud be loads of fun..and APPLE REPLACED MY IPOD !!! yes!!!! success after a month of emailing and getting my aunt to return it..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dnt want this to seem like a boring blog entry abt wht happened today..so as usual I shall end it with sumthing special from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//arghh all I see is concrete..trees hav given way&lt;br /&gt;the colors of green been replaced by grey..&lt;br /&gt;as the world turns and things change&lt;br /&gt;it suffocates me n u..makin us faint&lt;br /&gt;and it takes everything out of living&lt;br /&gt;inside us, everything its killing...&lt;br /&gt;it takes from u cos U havent given&lt;br /&gt;you get what u deserve, and if not given,&lt;br /&gt;everything u have will be taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U think I'm to blame? accuse me I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt mean wen u wake up it will all be there&lt;br /&gt;tie ur wrists to stop urself from doing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Ur mind says wht you've doing all along,&lt;br /&gt;ur consciousness whispers in ur ears&lt;br /&gt;"your slowly diggin ur own grave filled wit ur fears"&lt;br /&gt;as u stare ur destiny dead in the eyes..&lt;br /&gt;u hear ur sins...and ur desperate lies..&lt;br /&gt;what you said , what you did..u can never fake&lt;br /&gt;and now all the punishment...u must take&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-115790930672770731?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/115790930672770731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=115790930672770731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/115790930672770731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/115790930672770731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-much-to-doso-little-time.html' title='So much to do..so little time'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-115671223250664030</id><published>2006-08-27T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:57:12.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumblings of a prophet man</title><content type='html'>Has society given us the power to speak our minds? i doubt it...except for the odd Martin luther King ...or Gandhi...noone seems to stand up n shout out wht they think..well look where it got King anyway...he got shot...tht kinda tells u to keep ur mouth shut..heheh..after much debate I've come to realize, its not me hu decides hu i am...wht kind of person I am...no not me..but society....no matter wht u do...u cannot change the way society looks at u...once society has branded u..there is no going back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we faced with these "labellings" cos we, as humans are social animals? then wht abt a Hermit....does he have a so called "society" wud he judge a person.?.if sumone told him sumthin...wud tht make him label sumone? well ofcourse if sumone was there talkin to him..he wudnt be a hermit now wud he?? wht decides his beliefs? who is his society? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i think is tht its bullshit for people to judge one another without really knwing tht person....and even if tht person makes a mistake..theres always forgiveness...tht shudnt go ungiven...to err is human..but to forgive..is divine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-115671223250664030?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-115234928706738264</id><published>2006-07-08T02:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:01:27.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cacsadvocates.org/images/Sunset_Man.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://cacsadvocates.org/images/Sunset_Man.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my shadow on this perilous journey&lt;br /&gt;through times of defeat, and times of Glory&lt;br /&gt;towards the plains of the truth untold,&lt;br /&gt;where laughter is lost..and sorrow is gold.&lt;br /&gt;the path is rugged..with stones and fire..&lt;br /&gt;yet i push forward...my life hangs by a wire..&lt;br /&gt;the place i have to go is far away&lt;br /&gt;but I'll never give up...no f*ckin way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the opposite of earth, where darkness is bright..&lt;br /&gt;where the sun shines till noon..rising at night,&lt;br /&gt;a place where I call my home, where I am right.&lt;br /&gt;where objections of society are nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a place where the forsaken live,&lt;br /&gt;after they've offered all they had to give..&lt;br /&gt;made this journey to their final resting place..&lt;br /&gt;where no more perils they'll ever have to face&lt;br /&gt;finally a place that I would never have to hide..&lt;br /&gt;only other thing I want..is u by my side...&lt;br /&gt;but I guess, you always cant have everything&lt;br /&gt;your always gonna be missin something..&lt;br /&gt;my feet are worn, its here I rest...&lt;br /&gt;happy and contempt..that I've passed my final test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-115234928706738264?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/115234928706738264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=115234928706738264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/115234928706738264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/115234928706738264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-test.html' title='The Final test'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=115148721656422365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/115148721656422365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/115148721656422365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-alter-ego.html' title='My Alter Ego'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-115091122774965528</id><published>2006-06-21T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:33:47.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort MinoR -</title><content type='html'>I've always admired the way Mike Shinoda puts his feelings into words...whether it be with linkin park...or with his new project FortMinor...he has always delivered songs with powerful lyrics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,&lt;br /&gt;But now, you only stop by every once and a while,&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-115091122774965528?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/115091122774965528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=115091122774965528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/115091122774965528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/115091122774965528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/06/fort-minor.html' title='Fort MinoR -'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114906802078608335</id><published>2006-05-31T03:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T04:25:59.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the words of a philosopher</title><content type='html'>the last few weeks have been so philosophical...for sum reason we've hung out and discussed sum serious stuff tht makes me seriously stop to wonder...what if?? so far here are the conclusions I've come to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"satisfaction is the greatest form of happiness"&lt;br /&gt;"There is no such thing as an unselfish act"&lt;br /&gt;"Society is god...society doth create us...society doth destroy us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically the same people hu came up with this are famous for the following lines aswell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who likes short shorts?? I sed I like short shorts"&lt;br /&gt;"Hit him like he stole something from you"&lt;br /&gt;"hit him like his mother cooked sumthing bad for you"&lt;br /&gt;"what is this?? u call urself a gamer??"&lt;br /&gt;"thats it..I'm quitting poker...i can't do this anymore"&lt;br /&gt;"who lives in a pineapple under the sea??"&lt;br /&gt;"impale... hammer hammer...epicenter!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"lets go to jubileekanuwa"&lt;br /&gt;"checkoslovakia!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114906802078608335?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114906802078608335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114906802078608335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114906802078608335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114906802078608335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-words-of-philosopher.html' title='in the words of a philosopher'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114812914334036393</id><published>2006-05-20T06:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T06:46:39.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof of Life</title><content type='html'>You sit in the middle of a park bench, staring straight out at the still water of the lake, at the end of the road you call life....wondering about the things you've done, things you've gone through...the times you laughed...the times you cried...A collage of pictures and sounds and voices flow past you in ur mind...a collection of experiences...what will you have to show for all of this when you die...? nothing....there wont be a trace of you left...except the memories you have given other ppl...the times you have made other peoples days much more brighter than it was meant to be...and for that one special person you always tried to cheer up, that person who you always went out of your way to show that you care...to that person you may mean everything...or you may mean nothing...is she too blind to see that you were the one by her side all along....never flinching...staring fear in the eye just so that you can be fearless for her..you sacrificed so much...does she even know...no she doesnt..its not for her to know...you dont do it to showher how much you sacrifice....you do it for yourself...to prove to yourself...that someone...is worth all this pain...to prove to yourself...You care THIS MUCH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114812914334036393?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114812914334036393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114812914334036393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114812914334036393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114812914334036393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/05/proof-of-life.html' title='Proof of Life'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114796971962897400</id><published>2006-05-18T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:06:17.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Center of destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7982/2784/1600/centerofdestruction.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7982/2784/320/centerofdestruction.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114796971962897400?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114796971962897400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114796971962897400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114796971962897400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114796971962897400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-center-of-destruction.html' title='At the Center of destruction'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114694851995235950</id><published>2006-05-06T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:17:40.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unspoken Truth</title><content type='html'>It was about 3 days since I had been captured... the Hunger and thirst had now become so common to me that I had forgotten about it.. it wasnt important now...what was important...was how I was goin to escape this wretched hell hole.. The walls surrounding me seemed to keep getting closer and closer....boxing me in this 2x2 meter room... I still had the lighter which my bro had given me for my birthday. I took off my shirt, used the lighter to set it on fire... and set the smoke detectors off.. Hearing this my captors sent for the Fire Dept. when they arrived I knocked a fire fighter out Using my Tai Kwan doe Kick to the groin. HE yelled "ouch" and passed out..I stole his clothes... and pretended to be a fire fighter...dressed him up in my clothes (what was left of them after the fire) and managed to escape.. haha U vile corrupted Factionists!! Kidnapping me and thinking u can keep me a captive???!!! neverrrrr!!! oh shit theire coming agaiN!!! best be on my way... quick..to the trusty Bajaj!! hurry !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114694851995235950?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114694851995235950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114694851995235950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114694851995235950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114694851995235950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/05/unspoken-truth.html' title='The Unspoken Truth'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114685626849100624</id><published>2006-05-05T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:11:08.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQ</title><content type='html'>Psst... Do u know wht the Mute Guy said when he walked into a bar??? neither do I...he just stood there waving his hands around..I cudnt Understand wht the F*** he was tryin to say!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114685626849100624?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114685626849100624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114685626849100624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114685626849100624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114685626849100624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/05/faq.html' title='FAQ'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114624572716915807</id><published>2006-04-28T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:35:27.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Munky Arts Inc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7982/2784/1600/S3010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7982/2784/400/S3010014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My wall; My canvas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114624572716915807?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114624572716915807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114624572716915807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114624572716915807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114624572716915807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/04/munky-arts-inc.html' title='Munky Arts Inc.'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114614716051550686</id><published>2006-04-27T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:39:48.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions of the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7982/2784/1600/IMG_2241.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7982/2784/320/IMG_2241.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while strolling around on my Bajaj... I came face to face wit a man tht resembled myself, aged...about 20 years... I screached to a halt...n sed "Dude...where the f*** r u walkin??" n he sed "this is my road b*tch"...he stared at me for a few seconds..and then commented "Eh sonny...u luk jus like me....when i was 19..." I sed "holy f*** uncle!! I thought U lukd jus like me!!!"...this clear councious clash wit my future self was an eye opener...the message being...."stay off the booze..or else U'll end up a bum like that mofo u almost ran over just now"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114614716051550686?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114614716051550686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114614716051550686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114614716051550686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114614716051550686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/04/visions-of-future.html' title='Visions of the future'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114571495894704625</id><published>2006-04-22T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T08:09:18.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Mumbo Jumbo</title><content type='html'>well heres the first of my random mumblings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone knw y Sri Lanka doesnt have many hangout spots...during the daytime ofcourse....Me and Jackie were thinkin it wud be cool if we could set up a place you knw...sumwhere in Colombo...with a lounge...Sofas...Foosball table..air hockey table....Giant screen TV...XBOX..big ass juke box...u knw..the shitz!...Jus a place where ppl cn chillout..do wht ever they want...and hav a mean cup of coffee...just think abt it..."the MunkY Lounge" lol...tht seems nice...hehe anyone hav suggestions???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114571495894704625?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114571495894704625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114571495894704625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114571495894704625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114571495894704625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-mumbo-jumbo.html' title='Random Mumbo Jumbo'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114555161649499748</id><published>2006-04-20T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:46:56.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection - Teague Gray</title><content type='html'>darker times made me write this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on the road ive run...&lt;br /&gt;was it meaningful?? was it fun??&lt;br /&gt;is there anything that makes it so special?&lt;br /&gt;My life to me...seems like an empty vessel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck in torment reliving past failures...&lt;br /&gt;remembering the blood, sweat and tears&lt;br /&gt;was it worth all that? the pain I went through..&lt;br /&gt;did it bring me anymore closer to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is sumthing wrong with me...? was it sumthing I sed?&lt;br /&gt;something sure changed what was goin on in ur head&lt;br /&gt;cos all of a sudden its all over..Nothing left&lt;br /&gt;and shattered are the times u called ur best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not today..maybe not tommorrow..but soon&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be happy...be over the moon..&lt;br /&gt;but untill then I'll have to stay content&lt;br /&gt;with this sorry life..thts twisted and bent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114555161649499748?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114555161649499748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114555161649499748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114555161649499748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114555161649499748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/04/reflection-teague-gray.html' title='Reflection - Teague Gray'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26591330.post-114554325103439406</id><published>2006-04-20T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:27:31.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preface</title><content type='html'>I'm new to this "blog" shit....so let me take a few days to get my shit together....hehe...well as the scene may unfold...you will come to knw many interesting things...You can read it if you want to...or you can ignore my screams made at modern society...plus if you need funny shit..this is the place..well here goes...the begining of my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26591330-114554325103439406?l=munkycage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/feeds/114554325103439406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26591330&amp;postID=114554325103439406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114554325103439406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26591330/posts/default/114554325103439406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munkycage.blogspot.com/2006/04/preface.html' title='Preface'/><author><name>MuNkY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129046444612173255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SYwqcD_TdBc/R9fRVl5TGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZcMedbsLVQ/S220/200310309-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
