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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/"><title>Hazard</title><link>http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-EU</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>Hazard</title><link>http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/c2/2b5988cbaea1f337f5d199d664b98e_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/2007/12/01/x_file~3380901/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/2007/07/17/who_am_i~2654656/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/2007/12/01/x_file~3380901/"><default:title>X-file</default:title><default:link>http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/2007/12/01/x_file~3380901/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-12-01T22:18:22+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I have tried so hard &lt;br&gt;and got so far &lt;br&gt;'in the end &lt;br&gt;it doesn't even matter.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/2007/12/01/x_file~3380901/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I have tried so hard <br>and got so far <br>&#39;in the end <br>it doesn&#39;t even matter.
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	&lt;p&gt;    Every night I pass thinking about myself. I reach the dawn but fail to find myself. I sleep in the morning and i miss all my classes. I sleep almost the whole day and rise in the noon. I am in a total social disorder. Sometimes I think I am a failure of modern society. Sometimes I think I have no achievement and i have no goals. I am a man living only in the present. I have got neither the past to perish nor the future to dream . I was toled that man is as big as his dream. I have got no dreams. So am I even a human? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;    Anyways after all this time i have come to know that I have lost my identity. Everyday I try to find myself in lots of ids. And every night&lt;br&gt;
I cry "WHO AM I"
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://fahimulislam.blog.co.uk/2007/07/17/who_am_i~2654656/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>    Its dark everywhere. Maybe even darker than usual lives. the green under my feet, i can feel the softness of the night. Because the darkness is on its pick and it has full meaning of its name. I come back from outside  and sit in the balcony and suddenly i hear a car tearing apart the silence of the night. The Driver is quite drunk and he hardly has seen the speed breaker ahead. What can i say? I say nothing but see the car struggles to slow down before it. Where is the car actually heading? Nobody knows. Destination is a very confusing one in life. Sometimes its obvious. Just like the night reaches the dawn. </p>
	<p>    Every night I pass thinking about myself. I reach the dawn but fail to find myself. I sleep in the morning and i miss all my classes. I sleep almost the whole day and rise in the noon. I am in a total social disorder. Sometimes I think I am a failure of modern society. Sometimes I think I have no achievement and i have no goals. I am a man living only in the present. I have got neither the past to perish nor the future to dream . I was toled that man is as big as his dream. I have got no dreams. So am I even a human? </p>
	<p>    Anyways after all this time i have come to know that I have lost my identity. Everyday I try to find myself in lots of ids. And every night<br>
I cry "WHO AM I"
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