<?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-8446074024535815777</id><updated>2011-08-03T10:03:50.267-07:00</updated><category term='philly'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Angel'/><category term='90s'/><category term='Lo'/><category term='complex'/><category term='ungratefull'/><category term='Daria'/><category term='High'/><category term='Theft'/><category term='Intimacy'/><category term='Coolie'/><category term='Buffy'/><category term='Sexual thought afterglow'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Sneaker Pimps'/><category term='Fuck'/><category term='6 Underground'/><category term='Spider-Man'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='scewed'/><category term='Marvel'/><category term='searching'/><category term='pathetic'/><category term='slayer'/><category term='Monifah'/><category term='Camp Lo'/><title type='text'>To much Info</title><subtitle type='html'>My post's about everything that piss's me off to things that get me off.I'm 19 from Philadelphia and still in high school(no I'm not slow the school distrect
is.)I hate being nice though sometimes I am.And I don't like to pretend to give a fuck about what people say's.
In conclusion Fred Flintstone was a wife beater and the Rubbles were in denial.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-6928738030991871426</id><published>2009-08-25T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:49:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>porn</title><content type='html'>hey,i'd thought I post this video of Tyger Tyson dicking Lex.Don't ask why just enjoy.&lt;embed src="http://www.itsallgay.com/nvplayer.swf?config=http://www.itsallgay.com/nuevo/econfig.php?key=07078010e6d03345f031" width="570" height="380" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446074024535815777-6928738030991871426?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/6928738030991871426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=6928738030991871426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/6928738030991871426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/6928738030991871426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2009/08/porn.html' title='porn'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-2976179214805183176</id><published>2009-01-01T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:35:24.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>New year,New shit</title><content type='html'>Ello,mates It's 2009 and life still sucks. Alot of shit went down in 08 my grandmom died,I saw my mom,I hated my life again. Oh yeah, the Phillie's won the world series!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping 09 will bring lots of drama and plenty of liquor to deal with it.Sunday I will be 20!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I'm still stuck in Philadelphia!? Well hopes everybody year sucks as I know mines will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446074024535815777-2976179214805183176?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/2976179214805183176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=2976179214805183176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/2976179214805183176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/2976179214805183176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-yearnew-shit.html' title='New year,New shit'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-828475621963706953</id><published>2008-06-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:38:38.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp Lo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sneaker Pimps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 Underground'/><title type='text'>6 underground</title><content type='html'>OK,I know the updates I lied about them.But maybe if you people start fucking leaving comments on the blog I would post more!Anyway I wanted to talk about 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps.6 Underground from Sneaker Pimps was from their 1996 album Becoming X.It had moderate airplay till appearing in some movie.The first time I heard 6 Underground had to be in about 1996 when it first came out.I remember hearing the song and feeling this need to move and sway my body to the beat.I wanted to know the name of the girl singing the song(not knowing it was a Trip-Hop group).&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time I heard the song until about 2003 and in 2007 when I bought my Ipod Touch and had to have the song in my collection.I didn't put the song in my Ipod nano's(I had more than one)for some reason.I felt that the song deserved something better.Every time I hear that song till this day it makes me wanna sway my body to the beat of the song and move like Buffy did when she first danced with Angel at the Bronze.6 Underground gives me this feeling of comfort and the need to touch and be touched.I guess I wanna know is what does 6 Underground make you feel/think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:I'm changing my song from the Coolie High instrumental by Camp Lo to 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446074024535815777-828475621963706953?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/828475621963706953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=828475621963706953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/828475621963706953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/828475621963706953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-underground.html' title='6 underground'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-5311643542133877091</id><published>2008-05-02T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:01:18.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexual thought afterglow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monifah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coolie'/><title type='text'>90s music</title><content type='html'>All right,I know I lied and said I will be updating every week.I've been busy living my life and finding new ways to piss of my classmates.Anyway I wanted to talk about the state of the music industry.We have the most untalented singers out right now.I mean people like T-pain are selling millions of records while real singers Like Res,can't even get a record deal.We have no type of originality in the music game.Every time I turn on the radio it's the same song playing but with a new beat &amp; rapper.And it's not just the rap game,I mean R&amp;B is now about singing about your wip,coochie &amp; money.I mean don't even get me started with the Rock,punk,alternative,folk,Trip-Hop scenes.Is this what the 90s made waved for? A new millennium of suck ass songs &amp; loss of freedom of speech? What happened to music that made you think,music you cruise in your wip too,and most of all what happened to Hip-Hop!? The 90s was the shit plain &amp; simple.As a generation Y baby maybe I'm a little bias,but you have to agree music &amp; creativity flowed back then.The Grunge scene was taking off,the new jack swing era was killing the charts &amp; Hip-hop wasn't on life support.The 90s is to generation Y what the hippie era was to your folks.I mean we had evry type of music &amp; artist coming out.Mind you we still had songs about hoes and shooting baby mama's,but it was just the shit!I can't put into words how much I loved music back then.I mean now if somebody hear you listing to Fall Out Boy they call you emo.I'm not gonna sit here and say that we don't have SOME hot artist still holding down the music game.But them doing by them selves aren't enough.Us as music listener's need to support REAL MUSIC &amp; ARTIST.If you like T-pain good for you,I for one can't stand the boi.What is he a remix slut? Every remix I hear he's "singing" on.I mean do say "Man, that loving in the tub song was hot.Lets throw T-pain on the remix &amp; make it even hotter" I know I'm sounding like a cry baby but is it to hard to ask for singers to actually sing when they perform live? They sing two lines,dance &amp; speak the rest of the song.I want the days of Nirvana,Camp Lo,Total,Monifah,Garbage,Splendora to come back.Talib,Common,Mos def &amp; a few others are trying to keep Hip-Hop alive but "rappers" like Webbie &amp; Cam'Ron are trying to take it off of life support.Speaking of Cam'ron aka Pinky,what's up with his raps? He be rapping on peoples songs talking about some other shit.They be talking about getting money &amp; fucking,he be saying shit like I got four pairs of pink Manolos bout to watch Sex and the City." What the fuck does that have to do with the crack game and growing up in the hood? Long story short most of the songs coming out are fucking corny.I can't think of one hot song from 2000 till now that I can cruise through North Philly listening too with the windows down &amp; system banging on a Saturday night. The hottest and most under rated song to come out of the 90s &amp; good to cruise to (if I wasn't a pussy to get my drivers licence)is Camp Lo's Coolie High.These boi's had the slick rhymes,ill ass jazz beats &amp; a swagger to make people shit bricks.The ultimate cruise song ever.I've changed my page song from Me'Shell Ndegéocello's Afterglow and put own Camp Lo's Coolie High Instrumental (ya'll not ready for the real song yet)enjoy bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446074024535815777-5311643542133877091?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/5311643542133877091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=5311643542133877091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/5311643542133877091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/5311643542133877091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2008/05/90s-music.html' title='90s music'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-4239190997107929126</id><published>2008-03-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:04:18.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Picture stealing weirdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7xn01NVSnCk/R-LwgAkMOQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2Zq62J9Hqwc/s1600-h/440px-She_hulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7xn01NVSnCk/R-LwgAkMOQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2Zq62J9Hqwc/s320/440px-She_hulk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179966954127767810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fucked up can your life be to still someone else's picture and say it's you?&lt;br /&gt;I mean do people wake up and say damn "I can't wait to do some idenity theft today."&lt;br /&gt;For those reading my pics have not been stolen(I don't know if that says i'm not good enough to have my pics stolen or i'm just to damn sexy)but the boy Colton's have.I read on his dlink page before he set it to private that people were stealing his info and passing his pics off as them.So I typed in colt's name in google and sure enough,alot of damn websites popped up with his name and face attached to them.&lt;br /&gt;To all the weirdos(what we say in philly)who have stolen his picks,GET FUCKING PLASTIC SURGERY,LOSE WEIGHT,FIND SOMEONE AS UGLY AS YOU! I am so fucking sick of hearing about fascist, lazy-motherfucking,limp-dick, mysogonistic closeted homosexual's(not homophobic) who fucking steal other peoples identity's.I don't understand how people so FUCKING PATHETIC could make it to adulthood, let alone live outside an institution without a fucking helmet!I can't really form what I want to say in words even though I can see what I'm trying to say.Further more I'm back and will be updating the blog weekly(Yeah,boy)&lt;br /&gt;I felt a certain way about the subject and thought I'd put my opinion in.I mean how crazy is the world where you can't post pictures on myspace without some weirdo copying your pics and posting them online? This boy that went to my school last year had something like this kinda happen to him.Some guy shot this boy and when cops the caught him he said his name was Nafeece....(forgot his last name) and some how later got away from the cops.Fastfoward to the 10:00 news and the cops are saying that they looking for Nafeece... I mean it's crazy how people can use your name for all types of shit and you not even know it.My name is on my grandmom's lease for her house,so when the people come to inspect the house they want to see my grandmom or me.Not my 39 year old cousin and his wife living their.Granted I have a house to live in but damn,what if I wanted that one.I mean I really hope he don't say "yeah I'm Marquis" I mean I was born in 1989 and I don't know any 19 year old that looks 30 and is married to a women with 3 grown ass kids.Anyway back to the young boy Colt if you see a fake ass myspace page saying that their the real deal their not.I was gonna give the link to the real page but then I might just be helping you sick fat fucks who live behind your computers and jerk off to pictures of She-Hulk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446074024535815777-4239190997107929126?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/4239190997107929126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=4239190997107929126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/4239190997107929126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/4239190997107929126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-stealing-weirdos.html' title='Picture stealing weirdos'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7xn01NVSnCk/R-LwgAkMOQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2Zq62J9Hqwc/s72-c/440px-She_hulk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-5030708270187334708</id><published>2008-01-20T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:30:50.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexual thought afterglow'/><title type='text'>sexual/lounge/thought</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard that one song that makes you feel sexy,soulfull,and hard all at the same time? Or saw a movie that makes you wish you had that make up/break up love,cause in the end you know that the one your with makes you feel like...I can't even think of a word to describe the feeling.I have even though I don't believe in love like that I sometimes wish I did. I mean having sex with who ever you want is cool but waking up next to that one person that gets you for you feels good. So until I'm able to get over my trust issues I'll just continue to watch the movie Love Jones with larenz Tate and Nia Long and listen to the afterglow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446074024535815777-5030708270187334708?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/5030708270187334708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=5030708270187334708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/5030708270187334708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/5030708270187334708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2008/01/sexualloungethought.html' title='sexual/lounge/thought'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-3970601097700147433</id><published>2008-01-16T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:02:51.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scewed'/><title type='text'>The god complex</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back for another post of my dramatic mildly boring life. In today's episode I had to deal with the issues of me being lazy (this coming from a teacher who sits on her ass all day). She says I'm no longer putting forth an effort to do my school work. I can't say she's wrong since it seems like I'm having a crisis of faith lately. I want to graduate and go on to Princeton university but it seems that the school district has beaten my will to better my self. The blame isn't just on them, I've become so holier than though that I began to think that I don't have to do shit. That because I take honor and AP courses that I get to sleep in class and not have to prove myself. I'm really starting to think that I have a god complex. I walk around thinking that nothing people say phases me yet cry like a bitch on the inside. I tell people that helping slow kids in school makes a difference when really I could care less and want to them out of my class, because we have to slow down and repeat stuff. The more I think about I'm slowly becoming that guy that grows up and starts a cult,that you remember going to high school with and couldn't believe murdered his followers. It's always the nice one's. Then again I'm not really nice to people. I use sarcasm to cover up my problems and put down others so I can swoop in and save them to make myself look better. How many people can admit that they are &lt;a class="p" href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=spell&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;q=screwed&amp;amp;spell=1"&gt;screwed&lt;/a&gt; the fuck up? And I think that the worst part is,that I know I have problems,I have no excuse not to change. Most people can't even admit what's wrong with them,but to know what's wrong with you and not do anything about it makes you deserve everything that comes next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446074024535815777-3970601097700147433?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/3970601097700147433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=3970601097700147433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/3970601097700147433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/3970601097700147433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-complex.html' title='The god complex'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-8789937630208272706</id><published>2008-01-13T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T09:14:58.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider-Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Intimacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll today is starting off to be one of those days of soul searching.I keep trying to justify my reasons of not wanting to be close with other people.I don't mind fucking but opening up about feelings and shit scares me.I don't date really and the last time I was in a real relationship I was about 12.That one ended badly because she thought I didn't like her when in reality I lost her number on purpose because we were getting to close,we'll as close as 12 years old's can get.I've never had my heart broken and maybe that's the problem.I'm so afraid of being hurt and losing my identity to someone else that I'm becoming cold hearted.I couldn't cry at my aunt's funeral even though we were real close.Because the thought of being open in front of people scares me.The one person I've really had a chance to be honest with I blew it because I didn't trust him.(chicks and dudes rock!)Now that we've met up again thanks to myspace(you gotta love it)I might just be able to say how I feel.That of course depends on if he can be honest and tells me how he feels also.I'm not afraid of making the first move when it comes to sex but admitting I like some is like saying Daria is the life of the party.Kinky sex,awkward silences,Marvel killing Spider-Man's and Mary Jane's marriage I can handle but say love and I run faster than a slave that nocked up master's daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446074024535815777-8789937630208272706?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/8789937630208272706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=8789937630208272706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/8789937630208272706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/8789937630208272706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2008/01/intimacy.html' title='Intimacy'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-3030610076164995862</id><published>2008-01-12T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:04:18.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Daria and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xn01NVSnCk/R-UhsgkMORI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sZ2XzXhQRj4/s1600-h/daria6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xn01NVSnCk/R-UhsgkMORI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sZ2XzXhQRj4/s320/daria6.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180583994899314962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;OK,it's Saturday and it's the middle of the day and I have nothing to do.I went to the hospital to see my cousin only to find out she was released on Thursday (No one called and told me).And here I'm telling total strangers my problems while watching old episodes of Daria I downloaded.Am I so anti-social that the thought of hanging out with my friends sends me into a fit? I mean I like my friends(sometimes) and it's true that I tend to abuse them verbally and what not but damn.Are they that horrible that I rather watch reruns of an old cartoon that basically sums up my high scho&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ol life in a nut shell? No,the problem I have is that I wanna want to do everything I want and not listen to to them talk about bullshit.Hence my dilemma.So in order to solve my problems I've come up with a list of solutions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1.admit that I'm selfish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Pretend to enjoy what my friends want to do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3.order pizza and watch more episodes of Daria and ponder why my slowly killing my social life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think I'll choose 3 for my dollars.I mean &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what type of person alienates themselves from the people who' always had their backs? The real question I'm asking is why is Daria always wearing the same outfit?&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/8446074024535815777-3030610076164995862?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/3030610076164995862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=3030610076164995862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/3030610076164995862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/3030610076164995862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2008/01/daria-and-me.html' title='Daria and me'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xn01NVSnCk/R-UhsgkMORI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sZ2XzXhQRj4/s72-c/daria6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8446074024535815777.post-8109703229806367411</id><published>2008-01-11T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:01:08.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ungratefull'/><title type='text'>Ungratefull cousins and their lovers.</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is so wrong with stopping by to say goodbye to your cousin before you leave to go back to college? My fucking cousin didn't even call me to say goodbye.Not only have I've been there when she decided all of a sudden she was gay (after she dragged me all around to help her find a man to forincate with). I've prettended to give a damn about her love life,didn't smack the bitch when she decided to pimp me out at a gay sex club to some guy from NewYork (We'll save that for a later post).But I've been there when she needed me the most and then come's her.Not only did she sleep with Utopia(my cousin).She knew she had a girl friend and still didn't give a fuck,but the part that makes me mad is that she slowly changed Utopia into everything I hate.I mean I know that's her chick but damn,you see her every day not your cousin.You figure she would want to say goodbye to the one who helped her ass out and took the blame when she fucked up.Long story short I have no cousin named Utopia,I know some people might say I'm whining like a girl but I say "Khannnnnnnnn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my stupid post,this is my first time writing a blog so bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to writing about everything from comics to the horrors of realizing your not as smart as people say you are and you've just been winging it your life.&lt;br /&gt;(P.S I didn't do anything with the guy she tried to pimp me to.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8446074024535815777-8109703229806367411?l=saahir-saahir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/feeds/8109703229806367411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8446074024535815777&amp;postID=8109703229806367411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/8109703229806367411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8446074024535815777/posts/default/8109703229806367411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saahir-saahir.blogspot.com/2008/01/ungratefull-cousins-and-their-lovers.html' title='Ungratefull cousins and their lovers.'/><author><name>saahir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365244553318238603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
