<?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-1429353942166370857</id><updated>2012-02-10T13:30:36.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Me World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Athos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108555359256975026</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429353942166370857.post-6564217578238611091</id><published>2008-08-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:59:20.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oracle Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People can become very polemical about certain issues in life. People in general are very understanding and most people are really concerned about the society and would lend a helping hand in making the world a better place to live. Some people act like pharisees, emphasising on the importance of tradition and the value of human life. Well, people are people and not even a superhero like me can change people or alter the course of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: These words are directed at the plebeian minds and anyone with high regards of themselves can ignore this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what in this world is perpetual? Hatred. Not the air you breathe and nor the weed you smoke. You guys are beyond redemption and no angel from sky can save you. You are no creation of God and you are the Satan itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sound dramatic. I am an oracle portending bad omens...muhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429353942166370857-6564217578238611091?l=thesolitaryme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/feeds/6564217578238611091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429353942166370857&amp;postID=6564217578238611091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/6564217578238611091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/6564217578238611091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/2008/08/oracle-me.html' title='The Oracle Me'/><author><name>Athos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108555359256975026</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429353942166370857.post-4842841560590106913</id><published>2008-08-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:11:25.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The MEro Girl and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every Superhero had a sidekick- Batman had Robin, The Tick had Arthur(The Tick Series) and the Superman had Superman. Contemplating along these lines, I have come to a conclusion- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MEro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Man needs a sidekick. Its understood that it must be a she and she must be hot. Every time I played a game and I was a given an option to choose between a male character and a female character, my initial reaction would be to choose the female character and my justification is that when nothing is going on with the game, at least you got something to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect sidekick would be Angelina Jolie with her 'Tomb Raider' looks- she is hot, wears minimal clothes and delivers some clever punch dialogues. Awesome. That is what is expected of a sidekick. What good does Robin do to Batman? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MEro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; man's sidekick serves some purpose. To be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MEro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; girl, the applicant must answer the following &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;questionnaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1) How should a superhero react to a venal government official?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Kill him     b) Threaten him    c) Doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2) A superhero with a pink costume- a gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definitely   b) 'Pink- gay' rule does not apply to superheroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;3) Who is the dumbest o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;f the superheroes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Superman  b) SUPERMAN  c) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SUPERMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4) Why do you think superman is dumb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Because he wears his underwear on top of his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) He has no super moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) confused- one of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5) Are you hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Yes     b) Think so  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the search for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MEro&lt;/span&gt; girl begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429353942166370857-4842841560590106913?l=thesolitaryme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/feeds/4842841560590106913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429353942166370857&amp;postID=4842841560590106913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/4842841560590106913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/4842841560590106913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/2008/08/mero-girl-and-me.html' title='The MEro Girl and Me'/><author><name>Athos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108555359256975026</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-1429353942166370857.post-5344103790048267798</id><published>2008-08-04T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:50:28.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Objectives of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the difference between charity and social service? I know its not the same and I'm really not interested in finding the answer. I was thinking about a catch-phrase to open this post- something like, " They hit us. We hit them back". I know it doesn't make any sense but should it? So, what's this blog? Its bull shit. I am not going to talk about how my day sucked and I sure am not going to give an insight into  my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people blog? Do they want to flaunt their talents? I don't think so. People are really depressed. They are lonely. Others can't stand them and they can't stand themselves- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Fill up pages and pages of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; space to get over their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I talk about other people? All I can give is a point of view and I am no saint( I am a superhero though). So, what's all this crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG OBJECTIVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mock/ Ridicule real life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Make people realize that they are worse than shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Destroy the mosquitoes eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Refer 1, 2 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what makes great people great? Those low, degraded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sycophants&lt;/span&gt; who hop along with these great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop on to this blog. The 'Me World' needs you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429353942166370857-5344103790048267798?l=thesolitaryme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/feeds/5344103790048267798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429353942166370857&amp;postID=5344103790048267798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/5344103790048267798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/5344103790048267798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/2008/08/objectives-of-me.html' title='The Objectives of Me'/><author><name>Athos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108555359256975026</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-1429353942166370857.post-315068934115216996</id><published>2008-07-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:49:44.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awesome Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Sequel to 'The Disgusting ME'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every superhero has a weakness and I'm no exception. Although I have build my world, restructuring every brick in such a way that I almost believed that my world was flawless. I fought for a cause and I died in the process- at least I can say I tried. I always wanted to be careful-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Women and children can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;careless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; but not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( in chronological order as of appearance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Man- Mr. Me&lt;br /&gt;The enemy- Mosquito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story, Screenplay, Dialog- Mr. Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scene I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was the darkest day of the year and the city lights did hardly illuminate the eerie atmosphere. The clouds looked ominous, portending showers. On top of the tallest building in the city stood a creature on two legs wrapping its mighty wings to illustrate its sturdy features. The silence of the city was broken by a thunder followed by a lightening which oddly seemed to focus on the creature. It was a beast and yet it had humanly features. It was the MEro Man. He unwrapped his wings and disappeared into the nights. From a distance his wings looked like a mosquito swatter, hurling itself against an unknown enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (M)osquito (E)xtinguisher- a he(ro) to the common man- THE MEro Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         TO BE CONTINUED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429353942166370857-315068934115216996?l=thesolitaryme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/feeds/315068934115216996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429353942166370857&amp;postID=315068934115216996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/315068934115216996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/315068934115216996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome-me.html' title='The Awesome Me'/><author><name>Athos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108555359256975026</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-1429353942166370857.post-6762769143445736280</id><published>2008-07-27T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:52:38.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disgusting Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are two kinds of people in this world- the significant and the insignificant. While our world revolves around the first, we are largely unconcerned about the later. This is the type of people you would encounter in 'a crowded town hall' or 'a busy market place'. In all probabilities you would never meet the same people again or even if you did you never would recognize them. This is the type of people I am really interested in. The type of people who would vanish into thin air with a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lifetime pursuit of such adeptness, I have come to a conclusion- never under-estimate the casual eye. My sole aim was to not drag attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; should always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;underestimate your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; virtues and an Enemy overestimate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; faults"- The Godfather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is impossible to do your daily chores the way you do and not get noticed. Lets face it- we are eccentric, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a superman disguised as Clark Kent- unnecessary advertisement might blow-up my cover. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;You  strip in front of a whole type one people and you get no snide remarks about your penis.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. You are at the pinnacle of your deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not playing a spy I do other commonplace things of lesser mortals. I am a loner and a tramp by choice. Ofcourse I am not a tramp, but I like the idea of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429353942166370857-6762769143445736280?l=thesolitaryme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/feeds/6762769143445736280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429353942166370857&amp;postID=6762769143445736280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/6762769143445736280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429353942166370857/posts/default/6762769143445736280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesolitaryme.blogspot.com/2008/07/disgusting-me.html' title='The Disgusting Me'/><author><name>Athos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108555359256975026</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></feed>
