<?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-8293250</id><updated>2011-04-28T22:00:48.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Plastic Toy</title><subtitle type='html'>This my shit, This my shit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113639279100408989</id><published>2006-01-04T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:39:51.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A New Year</title><summary type='text'>I can't even begin to describe the events that unfolded on New Years and the week before. What a fantastic time. And funny. Glad that Charles came to visit and we made it upto New York and came back just in time for all the parties and craziness on New Years Eve.Wish I could write about the events of the week but I'm too lazy to go on. Lets just say that it was definitely crazy. Crazy but fun.But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113639279100408989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113639279100408989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113639279100408989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113639279100408989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s A New Year'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113442521870025119</id><published>2005-12-09T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:14:14.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 2-3</title><summary type='text'>Quite a week it has been. The week of the big 2-3. My 23rd birthday. Getting older and wiser, slowly and surely. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a good day. Took the day off, worked out,  shopped at Georgetown (bought a scarf and a pair of mittens) and spent the afternoon reading Three Junes.Rents called from Saudi Arabia in the wee hours of the morning (around 3 am) giving me their best, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113442521870025119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113442521870025119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113442521870025119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113442521870025119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/big-2-3.html' title='The Big 2-3'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113382069695127273</id><published>2005-12-05T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:11:36.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C T A</title><summary type='text'>CTA party last weekend. A lot of unattractive gays and a couple (one or two) hot ones. Somewhat fun! Good desserts and free drinks. Was in bed by midnight which was great. Things are quite peaceful these days. And I should be writing more. But I'm just being lazy. Been thinking a lot though.Going to NYC next weekend for Ed's WallStreet party. Am I going to meet my future husband? Probably not.I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113382069695127273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113382069695127273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113382069695127273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113382069695127273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/12/c-t.html' title='C T A'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113329756421436237</id><published>2005-11-29T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T06:53:07.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hingis returning?</title><summary type='text'>Martina Hingis is making a comeback to professional tennis? Thats huge. Read the story:http://sports.espn.go.com/sports/tennis/news/story?id=2240719I've really missed Hingis. Though not the most powerful, she is an extremely talented player with a brilliant down the line backhand, which also happens to be her favorite shot. Last week I saw her play Steffi Graf (undoubtedly the best women's tennis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113329756421436237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113329756421436237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113329756421436237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113329756421436237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/hingis-returning.html' title='Hingis returning?'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113327945564372421</id><published>2005-11-29T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T06:59:19.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine..</title><summary type='text'>Loving the new routine: Waking up at 5:30, reading the paper, or a tome (usually fiction), or studying for the CFA, always followed by a workout and a visit to the sauna.Speaking of which, why are there so many black gays in the morning at the gym? Don’t they have jobs or do they just saunter around naked in the locker rooms, sporting their above average endowments, until its time for the mostly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113327945564372421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113327945564372421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113327945564372421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113327945564372421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/routine.html' title='Routine..'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113269603909127772</id><published>2005-11-22T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:20:27.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brangelina In Pakistan</title><summary type='text'>Oh my God,Angelina “home wrecker” Jolie and Brad “the unfaithful” Pitt are planning a trip to Pakistan to check on the victims of the earthquake disaster. Could anything be worse?Ok, I am sure that these two are “good” people. Angelina is just being supportive, doing her duty as the U.N goodwill ambassador, trying to bring a new child in the family. Cambodia, Ethopia and now Pakistan, what a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113269603909127772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113269603909127772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113269603909127772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113269603909127772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/brangelina-in-pakistan.html' title='Brangelina In Pakistan'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113268677570101154</id><published>2005-11-22T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:48:32.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb British Pakis</title><summary type='text'>A friend just sent me a link to the following story:http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4416988.stmThese men could not be more stupid. Alcohol is NOT a reason to take someone’s life. And we’ve all been through a lot of shit and thankfully I don’t know these three personally, but they have no reason to kill an innocent bystander. I’ve been drunk several times, even blacked out, but have NEVER been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113268677570101154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113268677570101154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113268677570101154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113268677570101154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/dumb-british-pakis.html' title='Dumb British Pakis'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113260526853166642</id><published>2005-11-21T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:39:45.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Quite a low-key weekend: dinner with JMarb at Health Bar Friday night, birthday dinner with Dan, MF and a bunch of older gays Saturday night at Old Ebbitt Grill, followed by some sober revelry at Halo. And a movie date Sunday evening to see the new Harry Potter movie, ending with some heavy making out at the end of the night.But in spite of everything else, the best was playing tennis with Tom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113260526853166642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113260526853166642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113260526853166642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113260526853166642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/relaxing-weekend.html' title='Relaxing Weekend'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113259220684441096</id><published>2005-11-21T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:58:23.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste that tolerance</title><summary type='text'>After the recent French riots, I’ve heard people question why similar riots are not a part of the American social scenery and why Arab immigrants assimilate better in the U.S. How are Arab immigrants in America able to climb the ladder of education and advancement when their counterparts in France are unable to do so?According to U.S. Census Bureau, at least 3.5 million Americans are of Arab </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113259220684441096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113259220684441096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113259220684441096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113259220684441096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/taste-that-tolerance.html' title='Taste that tolerance'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113258656943185476</id><published>2005-11-21T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T07:35:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GM Story</title><summary type='text'>Key players: General Motors (GM), Rick Wagoner, CEOSummary: GM just announced that it will eliminate 30,000 manufacturing jobs and close nine North American plants by 2008 as part of an effort to get production in line with demand.Popular Brands: Corvette, Chevrolet, Buick, Saab, Cadillac, HummerComments: The world’s biggest carmaker is giving in; firing people even in the light of wanting to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113258656943185476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113258656943185476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113258656943185476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113258656943185476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/gm-story.html' title='The GM Story'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113242011201652935</id><published>2005-11-19T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:59:05.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nightmare....</title><summary type='text'>You know how we all have one of those nights which start out great but end up being total disasters, the memory of which remains etched in our minds for a very long time. Well, I had one of those nights this Thursday, a night that was marked by complete self-destruction on my part, ending in me losing the following items:a) Jacket bought last month from Energie, worth four hundred dollarsb) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113242011201652935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113242011201652935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113242011201652935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113242011201652935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-nightmare.html' title='What a nightmare....'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113224644033680650</id><published>2005-11-17T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:54:00.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the "In-Crowd" Knows</title><summary type='text'>In an article published yesterday, the WSJ declared a couple of blogs as being excellent resources for news and views. Personally I think that most of these blogs are crap but then again who am I to judge. At least they provide me something to do, unlike my boss, while I am at work, for instance right now, twiddling my thumbs, itching to go home and do something productive with my day. Wasting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113224644033680650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113224644033680650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113224644033680650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113224644033680650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-in-crowd-knows.html' title='What the &quot;In-Crowd&quot; Knows'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113215898993450559</id><published>2005-11-16T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:52:41.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back - With a Confession</title><summary type='text'>A BIG rave to Madonna’s new album Confessions on a Dance Floor, which, if not her best, is the gayest and the grooviest albums that she has produced. The queen of pop truly shines in this wonderful production and shows us why she is still a force to be reckoned with. This is EXACTLY the kind of music that makes me stomp my feet on the treadmills at ReSluts (the gayborhood gym) or the dance floor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113215898993450559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113215898993450559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215898993450559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215898993450559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/shes-back-with-confession.html' title='She&apos;s back - With a Confession'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113215513275526196</id><published>2005-11-15T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:32:31.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending the silence</title><summary type='text'>Ok, don't hate me but I am back. After a prolonged hiatus, I'm not sure if I can even write. Or write well at least. But I owe it to all the people who read my previous entries, who I will take the liberty to call my ‘devoted’ readers, to keep on writing. And oh, off course, explain the reason for my long and sudden departure.First of all, a couple of my entries offended some people, mostly good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113215513275526196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113215513275526196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215513275526196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215513275526196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/11/ending-silence.html' title='Ending the silence'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111927183762295098</id><published>2005-06-20T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T05:50:37.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draining and Entertaining</title><summary type='text'>WHAT DRAMA!I've never had  so much drama over one weekend. Seriously.Think Queer as Folk combined with Six Feet Under.Don't know where to start but I DO wanna write about this. This is what great stories are made of.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111927183762295098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111927183762295098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111927183762295098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111927183762295098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/draining-and-entertaining.html' title='Draining and Entertaining'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-113215556585317716</id><published>2005-06-17T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:40:12.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And he cheats</title><summary type='text'>"Love means never having to say you're sorry." - Love Story, 1970Sometimes people do things that hurt us. Other times we do things that hurt other people. Sometimes we don’t understand why the people who we care about the most disparage our feelings, completely disregarding how much we love them. Other times we disregard their feelings, in a vicious attempt for revenge, played by our emotions and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113215556585317716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=113215556585317716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215556585317716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/113215556585317716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-he-cheats.html' title='And he cheats'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111878252404541191</id><published>2005-06-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:47:56.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-in Pride!!</title><summary type='text'>Gay Pride - time of the year, usually a weekend, when gay men (and dykes but they don’t count) signify utmost pride and joy in their sexual orientation.More specifically, a weekend of festivities, where the DC gays come out in herds sporting their bare chests and chiseled biceps, showered by a sea of shallowness and vanity .Or, if you’re me, a weekend of ugly fights with your boyfriend resulting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111878252404541191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111878252404541191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111878252404541191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111878252404541191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/06/f-in-pride.html' title='F-in Pride!!'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111661283900059231</id><published>2005-05-20T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:13:59.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighter...</title><summary type='text'>The bf said some really harsh words last night, some of them which were true. He told me I was a lot of potential and could be so much more if I didn't give a shit about what people think. And I am a pathetic person b/c I do care about what other people think of me. I make fun of him all the time and wants him to be a certain way. And God knows what else..I don't even want to remember...It seems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111661283900059231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111661283900059231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111661283900059231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111661283900059231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/05/fighter.html' title='Fighter...'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111394667938725433</id><published>2005-04-19T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:37:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short goodbye</title><summary type='text'>BF just left and I'm sad. I just walked him to the metro station and kissed him goodbye. I guess there won't be anoyone to come home to tonite. God, I sound like we're married already and it hasn't even been that long. But I do think that the distance will do us good. It would help us appreciate each other more and realize the value of what we have together. And it would also help me not feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111394667938725433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111394667938725433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111394667938725433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111394667938725433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/short-goodbye.html' title='Short goodbye'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111383768131424304</id><published>2005-04-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T08:21:21.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><summary type='text'>I'm dating a pornstar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111383768131424304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111383768131424304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111383768131424304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111383768131424304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111369991781785854</id><published>2005-04-16T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:05:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRGA?</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I thought that two people would have sex in my bathroom, I always imagined that one of them would be me. However, things don't always turn out the way you expect them. And this is exactly what is happening right now. Two strangers are fucking in my bathroom at this very moment. And as I sit here writing this, I can hear the occasional "fuck me", "give it to me harder" and other sexual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111369991781785854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111369991781785854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111369991781785854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111369991781785854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/dirga.html' title='DIRGA?'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-111325983539389875</id><published>2005-04-11T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:50:35.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys of Summer</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while, just been crazy busy. Life. And I guess the only reason I am writing is because I want to keep last weekend alive forever.It was my first time at a real beach. Can you believe it? 22 years and never been on a beach until last weekend. But it was definitely worth the wait..Went to Rehoboth beach and met this really funny, cute, energetic country boy who kept me entertained all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/111325983539389875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=111325983539389875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111325983539389875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/111325983539389875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/04/boys-of-summer.html' title='Boys of Summer'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110874271045647670</id><published>2005-02-18T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:05:10.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG!</title><summary type='text'>Argh…well it seems like this blog is becoming like one of those blog where you see a couple of entries but never hear from the person again. No worries. I’m back, or will try to be more regular in my writings. It’s harder though. Not that I have forgotten how to write or that nothings been going on lately, but just because nothing THAT interesting has been going on lately. Plus, I haven’t had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110874271045647670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110874271045647670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110874271045647670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110874271045647670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/02/bang.html' title='BANG!'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110593026880964198</id><published>2005-01-16T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:51:08.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Winslet nominated for a Golden Globe</title><summary type='text'>And she deserves it for her fantastic work in Eternal Sunshine for a Spotless Mind. I actually want to mary her, I think. In fact, I wish I could post this absolutely gorgeous picture of her that it currently my new desktop wallpaper.I finished reading The Swimming Pool Club and just started Memoirs of a Geisha and Then there were None.The cell was turned off this weekend. I have three new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110593026880964198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110593026880964198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110593026880964198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110593026880964198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/kate-winslet-nominated-for-golden.html' title='Kate Winslet nominated for a Golden Globe'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110584277010965601</id><published>2005-01-15T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T18:34:05.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Song currently on repeat: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by GreenDay. The song seems very apt in retrospect to my life, particularly as I walk down 17th Street every morning on my way to work(17th Street being the Boulevard of Broken Dreams). Anyways, here are the lyrics:I walk a lonely roadThe only one that I have ever knownDon't know were it goesBut its only me and I walk aloneI walk this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110584277010965601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110584277010965601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110584277010965601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110584277010965601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110554630900175643</id><published>2005-01-12T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T08:11:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Note</title><summary type='text'>Due to issues with privilege and confidentiality that some people have, I have had to delete a few old posts. Even though this blog is pretty much private and I've never publicly given the address to anyone but two people, God knows who reads it. But it's cool. I completely understand because I wouldn't wanna read about myself either. Whatever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110554630900175643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110554630900175643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110554630900175643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110554630900175643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/public-note.html' title='Public Note'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110531192267312165</id><published>2005-01-09T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:09:34.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhealthy Friendships</title><summary type='text'>It seems that whatever I do or however hard I try I can’t avoid the fags. Jesse called me on Friday saying that he was coming to DC and wanted to see me. On his arrival, I found out that the real reason for his visit was to recover Charles’s forgotten slippers and wear my clothes for a night out at Cobalt. Because he still has my somewhat expensive black and white collared shirt, the only thing I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110531192267312165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110531192267312165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110531192267312165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110531192267312165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/unhealthy-friendships.html' title='Unhealthy Friendships'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110486878539837561</id><published>2005-01-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:03:36.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Weekend</title><summary type='text'>New Years was amazing and a really good time. The entire weekend in fact. I think it's because Charles was staying with me. I love the guy. I can be totally myself around him without ever feeling bored. And, just like always, we had a great time doing the things we did and the places we went. Some memorable moments/happenings in chronological order:- Shopping at Georgetown where a boy followed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110486878539837561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110486878539837561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110486878539837561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110486878539837561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-weekend.html' title='New Years Weekend'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110445799874851932</id><published>2004-12-30T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T17:55:15.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day OFF. Not so Much.</title><summary type='text'>I totally forgot what a bitch shopping can be until today when I had to haul my ass out of bed (on a holiday) and get going to buy bed linens. God, shopping for bed linens is the most tiring thing ever. Being a self-proclaimed expert on color coordination, its impossible for me to decide what to buy. That's why I had to roam through Georgetown and the Pentagon City Mall the SAME day in my search </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110445799874851932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110445799874851932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110445799874851932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110445799874851932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-off-not-so-much.html' title='The Day OFF. Not so Much.'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110404595517094953</id><published>2004-12-25T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T23:35:51.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GayBars</title><summary type='text'>People who goto gay clubs are the scum of this earth. The cute ones are SO stupid and superficial and the not-so-cute ones are the ones that I don't even bother to say HI to.Too bad I am one of these people who frequent gay bars.This is sad. I am sad. Thank you Christmas for making me remember how much I HATE gay people and how much I HATE being part of this BITTER and SHALLOW community. Oh, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110404595517094953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110404595517094953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110404595517094953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110404595517094953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/12/gaybars.html' title='GayBars'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110415657850364864</id><published>2004-12-24T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T06:09:38.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><summary type='text'>Happy Holidays!It’s that time of the year when it gets really cold but hardly ever snows. The stars hide behind a fog of thick clouds, the tress shed their green and the homeless scurry to city shelters to save themselves from the blinding cold. Other people are either huddled up inside sipping on their lattés or completely covered in warm apparel when outside.The holidays mean different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110415657850364864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110415657850364864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110415657850364864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110415657850364864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-holidays_24.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110357535203713052</id><published>2004-12-20T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T23:32:20.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold City Winters</title><summary type='text'>Eventful weekend, or somewhat.On Friday I went to an office holiday party with Kim. Kim is a colleague who sits in the same office as I do. BTW, did I mention that I am currently stationed in the corner office with windows. This is because I was shipped to the “other” office because nobody had any use for me in my old office. Anyway, the new office has a nice set of windows, which means that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110357535203713052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110357535203713052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110357535203713052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110357535203713052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/12/cold-city-winters.html' title='Cold City Winters'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110236468991970105</id><published>2004-12-06T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T13:14:15.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Shorty It's Your Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Yes it is.I've been somewhat busy. Also, not very motivated to write. But I think I should say something since I turned twenty-two today. Wow. Twenty two years of life. A beautiful, wonderful, dramatic and lonely life.First of all, twenty-two isn't a special number. It doesn’t really have any special significance attached to it. It's not like eighteen when you’re young, high-spirited and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110236468991970105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110236468991970105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110236468991970105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110236468991970105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/12/hey-shorty-its-your-birthday.html' title='Hey Shorty It&apos;s Your Birthday'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110122410858729428</id><published>2004-11-23T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T07:35:08.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Suck</title><summary type='text'>So, what the hell is up with cute straight boys saying: "If i were gay I'd be totally into you". That just makes me sad and even more bitter. And speaking of bitter, this guy at Cobalt last Saturday was like, "You know you're cute, it shouldn't be hard for you to find a boyfriend". And I'm thinking, is that an insult or a compliment. Does he mean that there's many eligible hot men out there for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110122410858729428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110122410858729428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110122410858729428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110122410858729428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/boys-suck.html' title='Boys Suck'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110053104282569716</id><published>2004-11-15T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T07:04:02.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><summary type='text'>It’s Eid. For those who don’t know what that means, Eid can be thought of as Christmas for Muslims. But not really. It’s much better (or supposed to be) because it has meaning attached to it. The festive day celebrates the culmination of a month of self-abstinence via fasting. The day marks the end of a month where Muslims forsake bad for good, television for prayer, alcohol for sherbet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110053104282569716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110053104282569716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110053104282569716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110053104282569716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-110003242126028867</id><published>2004-11-09T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T15:41:42.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To date or not to date</title><summary type='text'>Oh my God, do I have a story to tell.It was a typical Monday at work: investigating stolen laptops, recovering lost work, and suffering personal embarrassment. But who knew that the evening had planned something that I would’ve never imagined. As I walked inside my apartment after work, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I had two voice messages. One from this Indian guy, Arvind, who tried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/110003242126028867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=110003242126028867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110003242126028867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/110003242126028867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-date-or-not-to-date.html' title='To date or not to date'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109994910219351112</id><published>2004-11-08T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:25:02.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Theft</title><summary type='text'>What the hell? I come to my office Monday morning to find my precious laptop disappear surreptitiously over the weekend. WHO DOES THAT! Obviously, I was completely shocked by this vile act of maliciousness. The funny thing is that my computer was locked, meaning that it was chained to a lock that wraps around my desk. Again, I am baffled. Who would do something so despicable and heinous? It’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109994910219351112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109994910219351112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109994910219351112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109994910219351112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/office-theft.html' title='Office Theft'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109949009754760796</id><published>2004-11-03T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T06:00:44.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>America has spoken</title><summary type='text'>America has spoken: Gay marriage is more important than war, thanks to the old, uneducated, inbred, bible-thumping Southerners and Mid-Westerners.If you look at the electoral maps you can easily decipher the pattern behind the now impending, probable, Bush victory. The majority of the states, with the exception of Florida have the lowest populations, lowest incomes, lowest population densities.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109949009754760796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109949009754760796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109949009754760796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109949009754760796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/america-has-spoken.html' title='America has spoken'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109942062040850242</id><published>2004-11-02T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:37:00.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wolf behind America's current account deficit</title><summary type='text'>Because Asian currencies have been held down against the dollar, America's current-account deficit has continued to swell, reaching almost 6% of GDP in the second quarter.The dollar is already below most estimates of its fair value against the euro, but it will need to undershoot if the deficit is to be reduced. Economists at UBS estimate that the dollar's trade-weighted value might need to fall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109942062040850242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109942062040850242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109942062040850242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109942062040850242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/11/wolf-behind-americas-current-account.html' title='The wolf behind America&apos;s current account deficit'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109925134784987657</id><published>2004-10-31T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T11:35:47.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ishq Bina</title><summary type='text'>I promise I'll post whereabouts about Chicago tomorrow. But right now I'm listening to the soundtrack a Bollywood movie called Taal. Some deep lyrics from a track in the movie called "Ishq Bina"Ishq hai kya, yeh kis ko pataYeh Ishq hai kya, yeh sab ko pataYeh dard hai ya dardoon kee davaYeh koi sanam ya aap khuda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109925134784987657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109925134784987657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109925134784987657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109925134784987657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/ishq-bina.html' title='Ishq Bina'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109932245006480845</id><published>2004-10-30T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T07:20:50.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Chiiiiiicago</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from Chicago yesterday. Definitely had a blast. Got wasted every single night and got to make friends with the people in the firm. Most of them are really cool. Especially the ones in other offices who I will probably never see again, which kind of sucks. Some cool peeps: Chicago girls, Julie Baltimore and Phoenix Bradford (the coolest straight boy I know and who I developed a crush</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109932245006480845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109932245006480845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109932245006480845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109932245006480845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-from-chiiiiiicago.html' title='Back from Chiiiiiicago'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109903273734303573</id><published>2004-10-28T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:52:17.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE CHICAGO</title><summary type='text'>ONG...tipsy right now..but I LOVE chicago and the the awesome ppl that work with me - not at my office but at other offices, particulaly Bradford. Gawd, so in love with this straight boy who is absofuckinglutely perfect. BRADFORD!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109903273734303573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109903273734303573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109903273734303573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109903273734303573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-love-chicago.html' title='I LOVE CHICAGO'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109932229952096835</id><published>2004-10-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T07:21:13.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker Face</title><summary type='text'>Kinda hung-over right now. New Employee School ROCKS! And so does having a nice ass hotel room to yourself where you can pass out when you are drunk after every night of the week. I LOVE CHICAGO. Totally wanna move here. People here are so friendly in comparison to those in that shithole where I live called WashinFuckingTon DC. Anyway, this place is cool.I just woke up an hour late for my class</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109932229952096835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109932229952096835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109932229952096835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109932229952096835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/slacker-face.html' title='Slacker Face'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109932215445004940</id><published>2004-10-24T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T07:17:12.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Troubles: Part 2</title><summary type='text'>I’m back didn’t get that flight. So yeah, I’m fucked. I just hope I get a chance to board the next one, which is in another hour. I better cause I MUST make it to Chicago by six for a mandatory opening-day dinner. I think I’ll just pay an additional $100 to make sure that I get on the next flight. I hope my company doesn’t hate me for the imprudent spending of their money and for being such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109932215445004940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109932215445004940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109932215445004940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109932215445004940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/air-troubles-part-2.html' title='Air Troubles: Part 2'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109932199362994975</id><published>2004-10-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T07:16:34.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Troubles: Part 1</title><summary type='text'>First of all, YAY for having a free laptop that I am forced to carry with me during “business-trips”. Killing time looking at your computer screen seems to be more fun than staring at unfriendly strangers at the airport. I used to think, what is so important that people can’t wait to write on their indispensable laptops, typing away furiously at airport terminals. But now I understand. And it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109932199362994975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109932199362994975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109932199362994975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109932199362994975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/air-troubles-part-1.html' title='Air Troubles: Part 1'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109820723618512124</id><published>2004-10-19T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:33:56.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When offshoring doesen't make sense for some</title><summary type='text'>Excellent article in today's WSJ written by two McKinsey partners explaining what a firm needs to examine before outsourcing its operations.Big companies "sending jobs overseas" is a hot topic in the presidential race. Well, here's a question for both candidates: Ever wonder why, in an age when companies are sending thousands of high-wage jobs offshore, Toyota still makes Corollas in Silicon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109820723618512124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109820723618512124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109820723618512124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109820723618512124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/when-offshoring-doesent-make-sense-for.html' title='When offshoring doesen&apos;t make sense for some'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109813344180479950</id><published>2004-10-18T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:08:51.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belief in Efficient Valuation Yields Ground to Role of Irrational Investors</title><summary type='text'>Noteworthy article in the WSJ today explaining the discourse between efficient and irrational markets. For forty years, economist Eugene Fama argued that financial markets were highly efficient in reflecting the underlying value of stocks. His long-time intellectual nemesis, Richard Thaler, a member of the "behaviorist" school of economic thought, contended that markets can veer off course when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109813344180479950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109813344180479950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109813344180479950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109813344180479950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/belief-in-efficient-valuation-yields.html' title='Belief in Efficient Valuation Yields Ground to Role of Irrational Investors'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109776282106458344</id><published>2004-10-14T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T07:07:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hybrids Could Hit 20% of Car Market by 2010</title><summary type='text'>Car buyers could adopt hybrid and alternative-fuel vehicles at a much faster rate than the auto industry and oil refiners are expecting, says a recent study by consulting firm Booz Allen Hamilton.The entire automotive industry should track consumer behavior and weigh longer-term actions carefullyGas prices have hovered around $2 a gallon for months, making it more economical to buy a car with a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109776282106458344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109776282106458344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109776282106458344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109776282106458344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/hybrids-could-hit-20-of-car-market-by.html' title='Hybrids Could Hit 20% of Car Market by 2010'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109767333445531002</id><published>2004-10-13T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T06:16:34.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American, Norwegian Win Nobel in Economics</title><summary type='text'>A really well-written article explaining the relevance of the work done by Kydland and Prescott, this years Nobel Prize winners in economics. In their paper that was published in 1977, the authors conducted research crucial for central banking by examining how government policy makers invited long-term trouble when they strayed from their goals to address short-run problems. The men's work has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109767333445531002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109767333445531002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109767333445531002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109767333445531002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/american-norwegian-win-nobel-in.html' title='American, Norwegian Win Nobel in Economics'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109758822983682695</id><published>2004-10-12T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T07:43:42.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me loves me some Starbucks</title><summary type='text'>Timely article on Starbucks, considering that there is an endless supply of Starbucks-sachets (which I have authority to brew any time I want) right next to my cubicle. The proximity of the addictive coffee beans enables me to load my guts with caffeine till I reach the point where my tongue is hanging out like a sick dog. But, at least I'm not spending any money drinking myself silly, which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109758822983682695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109758822983682695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109758822983682695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109758822983682695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/me-loves-me-some-starbucks.html' title='Me loves me some Starbucks'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109750029543759490</id><published>2004-10-11T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T09:40:35.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banks and hedge funds</title><summary type='text'>Should banks buy hedge funds to take advantage of the booming returns posted by these funds?Hedge funds are private investment partnerships that cater largely to institutions and wealthy people and invest in a range of instruments, from stocks and bonds to oil futures and derivatives. They have found many new fans in recent years among pension plans, charities, school endowments, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109750029543759490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109750029543759490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109750029543759490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109750029543759490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/banks-and-hedge-funds.html' title='Banks and hedge funds'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109749924525175312</id><published>2004-10-11T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:21:47.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Closets Full LVMH decides to return to basics</title><summary type='text'>LVMH’s (the French luxury-good giant) strategy of turning the company into a potpourri of 60 profitable fashion, cosmetics and liquor brands has faltered. A recession has plummeted sales with consumers shying away from the newly acquired lines. Four-fifth of the company’s profit is coming from one brand, the luggage and hand-bag maker Louis Vuitton.This has called for a strategic about face for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109749924525175312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109749924525175312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109749924525175312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109749924525175312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-closets-full-lvmh-decides-to.html' title='Its Closets Full LVMH decides to return to basics'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109745309930762014</id><published>2004-10-10T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:04:59.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Bonding Club for Fraternity, Military Men </title><summary type='text'>OMG, I just read the funniest shit ever. I can't believe the dude who wrote this is serious. Maybe I should join, LOL.Reply to: anon-45139283@craigslist.orgDate: 2004-10-10, 7:31PM EDTImagine a special, discreet club for masculine, cleancut All-American guys – A Few Good Men - who meet regularly for a group fun and camaraderie. ...a party where you can relax, maybe shoot some pool and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109745309930762014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109745309930762014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109745309930762014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109745309930762014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/male-bonding-club-for-fraternity.html' title='Male Bonding Club for Fraternity, Military Men '/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109738507143918830</id><published>2004-10-09T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:14:58.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uneventful Life</title><summary type='text'>The title of this post says it all. From now on, that is how most of my weekends will be like, so that I can spend time on the things that I am passionate about - books, shopping, painting and cooking. Note: boys are not included in the list. That's cause most gay boys in this city are more poisionous than the venom of the king-cobra and more bitter than the gile of a slaughtered deer. No need to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109738507143918830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109738507143918830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109738507143918830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109738507143918830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/uneventful-life.html' title='The Uneventful Life'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109717234629188772</id><published>2004-10-07T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T11:05:46.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH?</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I am at work right now. Kind of bored, really. I mean, what the hell are the paying me for? Surfing the internet? Reading the paper? Or doing these boring "How to use Access and Excel" tutorials. Either way, I'm coming out as a winner - getting a good return in the form of financial compenstation and memory refreshment (since I am already familiar with both programs) while spending the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109717234629188772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109717234629188772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109717234629188772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109717234629188772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/huh.html' title='HUH?'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109709220290857009</id><published>2004-10-06T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T12:50:02.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cendant and Orbitz Deal</title><summary type='text'>On September 29th, Cendant, an American travel conglomerate, paid $1.3 billion in cash for Orbitz, an online travel website. By teaming up with Cendant, Chicago-based Orbitz moves ahead of Expedia (owned by InterActiveCorp) to become second only to Travelocity (owned by Sabre) in the online travel business.Orbitz current strength lies in selling cheap air tickets. Like other online travel agent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109709220290857009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109709220290857009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109709220290857009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109709220290857009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/cendant-and-orbitz-deal.html' title='Cendant and Orbitz Deal'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109709029698206293</id><published>2004-10-06T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T11:10:01.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Values</title><summary type='text'>Recent research from John Ermisch, as Essex economist, concludes that the mere possession of a university degree makes children 20% less likely to phone their mothers regularly, and a more 50% less likely to pay them a visit. This is puzzling because self-interested children might be expected to behave in the opposite way since they’d have a lot of patrimony to lose by cutting back on the fawning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109709029698206293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109709029698206293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109709029698206293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109709029698206293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/family-values.html' title='Family Values'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109693511533299386</id><published>2004-10-04T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T17:11:55.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day as a Con-slut-ant</title><summary type='text'>Today was my first day at work. And, right now, at around seven thirty in the evening, I feel tired. Very tired, as a matter of fact. And sleepy, even though I had three cups of coffee earlier in the day. Well at least, if nothing else, I’ll be getting a plentiful supply of free caffeine, which is awesome because it makes me upbeat, attentive and sometimes even hyper. So, I’ll be needing lots of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109693511533299386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109693511533299386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109693511533299386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109693511533299386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/first-day-as-con-slut-ant_04.html' title='First day as a Con-slut-ant'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109678097974408324</id><published>2004-10-02T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T06:09:02.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God..</title><summary type='text'>Dear God,If you exist, please let me never visit another gay bar ever again. Why do I torture myself? Am I a masochist? I am completely aware of the fact that gay establishments are for the weak-hearted, people who are bitter, or just want sex, or who wanna talk about things I don't give a shit about. Then, why do I go? I don't wan't another guy to tell me I am cute. And I know that I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109678097974408324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109678097974408324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109678097974408324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109678097974408324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/god.html' title='God..'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109673369911504196</id><published>2004-10-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T11:52:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why yields on American Treasury bonds so low?</title><summary type='text'>I just read a bunch of articles on the current message of the markets. To summarize, U.S. economic growth is starting to dampen amid rising short-term interest rates, falling long-term yields, and a roller-coaster of a stock market. It's strange that long-term rates are falling when the Fed is increasing short-term rates by targeting the funds rate (The Fed increases the funds rate as a signal of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109673369911504196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109673369911504196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109673369911504196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109673369911504196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-yields-on-american-treasury-bonds.html' title='Why yields on American Treasury bonds so low?'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109668621727333441</id><published>2004-10-01T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T09:21:56.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cville: The Final Chapter </title><summary type='text'>With inexplicable melancholy, I regret to inform you that this is the final chapter of the “The Gays of Charlottesville”. I wish I could’ve continued to be a part of this panorama to provide you with a never-ending supply of entertainment. But, it seems as if I can’t. I’m moving not because there is anything wrong with this city, but it’s just that I’ve already spent four years here, and everyone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109668621727333441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109668621727333441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109668621727333441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109668621727333441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/10/cville-final-chapter.html' title='Cville: The Final Chapter '/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109661045677177427</id><published>2004-09-30T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T13:20:11.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the last party</title><summary type='text'>Last gay party at UVA tonite. So fucking GLAD to be getting the FUCK out of here. Seriously. I mean, I am ready. Ready to run and ready to move on. Move on from the drama of the vicious incestuous little faggoty circle here.JT is such a slut. He totaalllllllllllllly made out with and was all over this new boy, called Jack. I mean they were in the bathroom together for fuck sake, only after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109661045677177427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109661045677177427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109661045677177427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109661045677177427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/save-last-party.html' title='Save the last party'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109651676837908255</id><published>2004-09-29T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:33:07.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like a Virgin" Night</title><summary type='text'>Does anybody like their partner to just lay there in bed, expecting you to do all the work? Who does that anyway: the young ones, the old ones, or the hot ones? Does experience affect your sexual performance in any way? Do you get better or worse in bed as you get older?These are some of the questions that Mark, Gleason, Anthony and I were trying to find the answers to tonite, sitting at Escafe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109651676837908255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109651676837908255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109651676837908255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109651676837908255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/like-virgin-night.html' title='&quot;Like a Virgin&quot; Night'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109641637818549236</id><published>2004-09-28T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T11:22:27.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Downpour</title><summary type='text'>It’s my last week, at least for this year, in Charlottesville. I won’t say it’s my last week EVER in Charlottesville, because I already said that when I left this place in the summer. And look what happened. So, this time I’ll just settle with "this week is my last week in Charlottesville for the rest of the year".It’s expected to rain for the rest of the week. I should listen to the weather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109641637818549236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109641637818549236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109641637818549236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109641637818549236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/final-downpour.html' title='The Final Downpour'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109641032074411563</id><published>2004-09-28T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T15:25:20.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Citigroup's recent troubles</title><summary type='text'>Citigroup's Broad Goals: Expanding the international franchise, making targeted acquisitions rather than "transformative" ones, continuing Sandy Weill's (former Chairman) practice of keeping a keen eye on the bottom line, and taking a series of steps aimed at beefing up the bank's corporate-governance practices.However, Citigroup has been unable to institute an adequate system to monitor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109641032074411563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109641032074411563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109641032074411563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109641032074411563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/citigroups-recent-troubles.html' title='Citigroup&apos;s recent troubles'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109640896696281049</id><published>2004-09-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T15:09:41.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check for BBC</title><summary type='text'>An interesting story on BBC in today’s WSJ. It appears that the British government is about to conduct a once-a-decade review of the Royal Charter that sets the BBC's terms of operation and funding. At the review, the government plans to access the role of public broadcasting in a rapidly changing and competitive media landscape. After public hearings around Britain, the government is expected to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109640896696281049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109640896696281049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109640896696281049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109640896696281049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/reality-check-for-bbc.html' title='Reality Check for BBC'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109635669517512629</id><published>2004-09-28T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:49:16.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man and the Resurrection</title><summary type='text'>But none will keep it in remembrance except as Allah wills: He is the Lord of Righteousness, and the Lord of Forgiveness. (74: 56)So, a couple of nights ago, I was somewhat confused by this verse. After spending last night pondering over it and reading some further chapters, I concluded that God is only trying to tell us that His will is greater than man’s will. Sure, man cannot follow the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109635669517512629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109635669517512629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109635669517512629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109635669517512629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/man-and-resurrection.html' title='Man and the Resurrection'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109634337415299670</id><published>2004-09-27T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T23:57:21.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things?</title><summary type='text'>I was at the gym yesterday, when some words of wisdom poured through my mind, somewhat like the brightness of sparkling stars illuminating a dark cloudy night. Usually, during my workout, many things cross my mind, such as, who is hot, who is the epitome of hot, who has the best body, who has the best face, who I want to see naked, who I want to sleep with, who I want to cuddle with, who I’d like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109634337415299670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109634337415299670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109634337415299670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109634337415299670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/two-things.html' title='Two things?'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109630810702188357</id><published>2004-09-27T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:45:56.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PhoneCall from an old acquaintance</title><summary type='text'>It's really strange when a friend from high-school, who you've not talked to in more than two years, calls you, and in the middle of a friendly chit-chat, inquires about your sexual orientation.What do you say? Straight, gay, bi or it's none of your goddamn business.With some hesitation, I choose to answer his imprudent question with one of the above responses. But the conversation was far </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109630810702188357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109630810702188357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109630810702188357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109630810702188357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/phonecall-from-old-acquaintance.html' title='PhoneCall from an old acquaintance'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109623125889437294</id><published>2004-09-26T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T16:53:40.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 2005 Men's Collections</title><summary type='text'>I guess we’re all done with the Spring 2005 collections after last week's New York’s annual fashion week.A really interesting article to answer your nagging questions regarding the purpose of this event. Some quotations that capture the gist of the article:Simply put, fashion week initiates the two major seasons—fall and spring—in which designers present their new collections for the fashion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109623125889437294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109623125889437294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109623125889437294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109623125889437294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/spring-2005-mens-collections.html' title='Spring 2005 Men&apos;s Collections'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109617915390357847</id><published>2004-09-25T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:15:26.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questioning the Divine</title><summary type='text'>I was just reading the translations of Surah 73 Al Muzzammil (The Enshrouded One) and Surah 74 Muddhaththir (The One Wrapped Up) from The Holy Quran. Some things that I found really interesting include:And whatever good ye send forth for your souls ye shall find it in Allah's Presence- Yea, better and greater, in Reward and seek ye the Grace of Allah: for Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109617915390357847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109617915390357847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109617915390357847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109617915390357847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/questioning-divine.html' title='Questioning the Divine'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109609461437012039</id><published>2004-09-24T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:49:43.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cingular Triplets</title><summary type='text'>Those hottie Cingular tri plets have a new commercial!. I may have to tape everything I watch for the next few days in hopes of catching it again. Or maybe I should invest in a Cingular phone... ah, the power of (cute) pitchmen.Though, the real question is when are the triplets - Craig, Ryan and Nick - going to get naked to star in the best selling porno flick of all time? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109609461437012039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109609461437012039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109609461437012039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109609461437012039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/cingular-triplets.html' title='Cingular Triplets'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109606816202221188</id><published>2004-09-24T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T15:15:01.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K's Top Ten Rules of Dating</title><summary type='text'>I guess I must be really bored to write this on a Friday evening:1. Avoid dating men that are too good-looking. It probably means that they are not good in bed because they never had to be.2. Stay away from men who have just broken up with someone else. Remember, you don’t want to be known as "THAT guy" or "the rebound guy".3. Judge his behavior. If he sleeps with you on the first date, he’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109606816202221188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109606816202221188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109606816202221188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109606816202221188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/ks-top-ten-rules-of-dating.html' title='K&apos;s Top Ten Rules of Dating'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109599475807879951</id><published>2004-09-23T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T20:07:11.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The economics of outsourcing</title><summary type='text'>Today, I came across this interesting article in The Economist on a topic that the media debates all the time: outsourcing. Some key points that I liked:Outsourcing is based on the same notion as the law of comparative advantage, which states that all countries can raise their living standards though specialization and trade. Even if one country can make everything more cheaply than every other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109599475807879951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109599475807879951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109599475807879951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109599475807879951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/economics-of-outsourcing.html' title='The economics of outsourcing'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109596739393031903</id><published>2004-09-23T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:41:10.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise to myself </title><summary type='text'>After a prolonged hiatus, I promise that I will cerimoniously read the WSJ, Economist, and HBS Review so that I don't forget the now-boring-but-at-that-time-interesting shit that I had to learn to get my business degree.And off course, for recollection, I will post my thoughts on this blog. So just forward those posts if you're bored by stuff that actually matters.Wait, or does it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109596739393031903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109596739393031903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109596739393031903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109596739393031903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/promise-to-myself.html' title='A promise to myself '/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109591708123547344</id><published>2004-09-22T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T20:59:47.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't really planning on writing this but I am.It's sad when someone comes into your life, makes you feel like you're special, and then leaves you high and dry.It's not only selfish and stupid but it's also fucked up. I'm sure I sound really rancid, but I don't give a fiddlers fart. I'm not saying that these people have bad intentions, but they just can't deal with loving people for who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109591708123547344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109591708123547344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109591708123547344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109591708123547344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/open-letter.html' title='An open letter'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109591527776914953</id><published>2004-09-22T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T20:17:34.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAC at the Emmy's</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been meaning to write this since Monday, but couldn’t ‘cause I had to finish my monstrous eight-page weekend saga. Well, on Sunday, Sarah Jessica Parker won the Emmy for best actress in a television comedy playing Carrie in HBO's “Sex and the City” (SAC). Additionally, Cynthia Nixon won the award for outstanding supporting actress in a comedy series, as Miranda in the show. So, a huge rave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109591527776914953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109591527776914953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109591527776914953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109591527776914953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/sac-at-emmys.html' title='SAC at the Emmy&apos;s'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109571661906079553</id><published>2004-09-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T20:16:30.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Weekend </title><summary type='text'>Spending the day watching the rain and listening to “Unwell", I tried placate myself by going to dinner at Escafe (the popular gay restaurant-bar) with Chris Gleason and South-African Kevin. Gleason is a friend who I was introduced to by Mark almost three years ago. He is around forty one years old, works at a car-dealership in Charlottesville and comes from a lot of money. He looks pretty good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109571661906079553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109571661906079553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109571661906079553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109571661906079553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/homecoming-weekend.html' title='Homecoming Weekend '/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109562460799934032</id><published>2004-09-19T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T12:45:53.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, Foursome</title><summary type='text'>I seriously feel that I’m part of a gay soap opera. There’s a new episode every weekend, episodes that are too embarrassing to remember but too funny to forget. And the latest episode, which spanned all weekend, culminated in me spooning with three other boys in one bed.I'm too tired and hungover to write right now. But details will follow later.Awards:The Alcoholic Award: JesseThe Bitter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109562460799934032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109562460799934032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109562460799934032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109562460799934032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/lights-camera-foursome.html' title='Lights, Camera, Foursome'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109545488631689716</id><published>2004-09-17T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T14:21:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><summary type='text'>Sitting at Casella’s, watching the rain pour down on vehicular wind-shields, ruminating over last night’s events, and forking down a slice of Veggie Pizza in anticipation of tonight’s revelry at the Glee-Club’s (not to be confused with the gay-club) FOAM PARTY, I heard the perfect song depicting my current state: Unwell by Matchbox Twenty. In retrospect to last night’s events, it seems that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109545488631689716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109545488631689716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109545488631689716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109545488631689716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109544489204929522</id><published>2004-09-17T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T21:57:14.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissy IM's</title><summary type='text'>This conversation today, between me and Mark, is exactly why people can piss me off. Mark and I have known each other for almost four years. He works at the hospital here at the University and lives in a nice house with always-changing roommates and a never-changing bitch named Susie. We met in the summer following my first year and stayed in contact during my college years. However, we've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109544489204929522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109544489204929522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109544489204929522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109544489204929522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/pissy-ims.html' title='Pissy IM&apos;s'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109544249250891534</id><published>2004-09-17T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T12:50:36.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy and Forgetful</title><summary type='text'>I’m still feeling dizzy from the events of last night. But I have a lot to say and, surprisingly, I do remember everything .It was another episode from the Gays of our Lives. Some key highlights (before I forget; I’ll edit this to a better, more entertaining form later)*Reveling in being called a slut by Chris (sketchy guy who graduated three years ago) and Lee (who is still bitter about my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109544249250891534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109544249250891534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109544249250891534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109544249250891534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/dizzy-and-forgetful.html' title='Dizzy and Forgetful'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109531418109514539</id><published>2004-09-15T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:22:05.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bend it </title><summary type='text'>Coming back to my apartment, after spending a mundane day having an unexpected lunch with Jehan (who was charitable enough to swipe me into the dining hall), running into Charles and Jesse at the dining hall, finishing reading “One Hundred Years of Solitude” (best book ever: deserves a future posting), and trying not to kill myself in frustration over the incompetance of the USCIS (U.S </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109531418109514539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109531418109514539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109531418109514539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109531418109514539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/bend-it.html' title='Bend it '/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109522100268174770</id><published>2004-09-14T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T21:46:07.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels and Demons</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever bridled yourself from wanking off until you come to the point where you dream of having sex with one of your best friend’s, not-so-attractive, tempestuous ex-boyfriend?Ok, so it had been three weeks. Not that I’m counting, but it had definitely been somewhere around that time frame. Even though I’ve never denied myself for so long, it hadn’t been as hard as I fathomed, probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109522100268174770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109522100268174770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109522100268174770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109522100268174770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/angels-and-demons.html' title='Angels and Demons'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109512558997179208</id><published>2004-09-13T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T12:15:55.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging by a moment</title><summary type='text'>So, I just got back from working out my shoulders and back at the Aquatic and Fitness Center, the hip and fashionable gym at UVA. It seems that I can never workout without getting a big doze of GAY, therefore, today I was destined to cross paths with Mark Josh. Mark Josh is a second year at the University and all that he shares with me is an embarrassing encounter (for him) from last year. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109512558997179208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109512558997179208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109512558997179208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109512558997179208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/hanging-by-moment.html' title='Hanging by a moment'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109503904245433280</id><published>2004-09-12T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T12:17:36.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death delivered via telephone</title><summary type='text'>After writing my garrulous anecdote last night, I decided to call my mom. Even though my dad calls every week (usually on a saturday or sunday), I hadn’t spoken to my mother in almost a month. I can't converse with them in the course of one phone-call since my mom lives in Pakistan while my dad is employed in Saudi Arabia. But, I hadn’t called my mother in some time not because I didn’t want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109503904245433280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109503904245433280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109503904245433280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109503904245433280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/death-delivered-via-telephone.html' title='Death delivered via telephone'/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293250.post-109496823015907831</id><published>2004-09-11T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T13:15:04.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Virgin loses his virginity at Blake's party </title><summary type='text'>I’ve decided to lose my blog virginity. My life is too dramatic, capricious and bizarre to not read about when I am senile and, in restrospect, can laugh at myself. Perhaps writing will also help alleviate some of that pent up frustration that has bottled inside throughout the years. And I’ll try to write to the best of my abilities using “good” language, but we’ll see what ensues. I don’t want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/109496823015907831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8293250&amp;postID=109496823015907831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109496823015907831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293250/posts/default/109496823015907831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uvaboy.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-virgin-loses-his-virginity-at.html' title='Blog Virgin loses his virginity at Blake&apos;s party '/><author><name>Khuram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955167629476626972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utR-zl1HiSM/TPTWJgAM2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IxRySOiDnqo/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-09-25%2Bat%2B20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
