<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5204738068222955905</id><updated>2024-09-19T04:56:48.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consentida : A spoilt Girl !</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-8130950103515308058</id><published>2011-03-25T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T02:33:42.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Ahh.. March. Spring. But Pune has absolutely no spring time glow about it. If anything, its getting hotter day by day. I have no idea why but I cannot, absolutely cannot get up in the morning in time for college. My alarm clock is tired of snoozing but it does not affect my death-like sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am technically tired of putting up with liars! Everyone around me has this do-not-tell-prash-the-truth thing going which makes absolutely no sense to me. AD lying about his college, marks,girlfriend/s, N making up shitty stuff about me and trying to impress a female leaves me all dazed and confused. I think B should be serving bowls of courage for breakfast. Probably that will help.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lost my entire phone memory. ENTIRE ! Songs, Pictures and more than 7000 texts ! It had GJ&#39;s texts also !&lt;br /&gt;
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The only good thing happening right now is D and S. They are keeping me sane in this insane world. I am holding on to my sanity just by a thread. I so wish A would come back soon and clear the mess he has made. Well, I have my doubts about his cleaning skills but I wish, for his own good that they are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since childhood, spring has always been associated with hope and happiness and whatnot good things but I guess now its time to make a change. In this ever changing world, spring has become a bunch of lies, pain and agony, layer on layer, topped with depression and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8130950103515308058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-spring.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/8130950103515308058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/8130950103515308058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-spring.html' title='Spring Spring'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-3982459957407627963</id><published>2011-02-26T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:12:19.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangely wonderful Internet Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Today afternoon I checked my Orkut account after decades. Oh, did I tell you that due to the various &quot;fraandship&quot; requests I had decided to shift over to Facebook a couple of years ago. I believe even you have the same story. Anyways, so my Orkut inbox has some 253 unread messages. After a lot of deep thinking(*Read :5 minutes) I decided to go through them because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I had nothing to do(*Read : I didn&#39;t want to move my lazyarse).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I could not wait to share the love filled messages from my inbox with you guys. Here comes the first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi beautiful,&lt;/i&gt;(my orkut profile reads: b&#39;ful nightmare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am Shyam from Raurkela. plz add me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thank you Shyam, I am flattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey cutie pie,do u know i cud not remove my eyes from ur fotu. lets be fraands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Blah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;hi.this is naresh,34 yr old male, looking for young, hot girls in and arnd pune. contact me- 9********0.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Exactly how young is young Mr. Naresh? Well, you should have been specific. Oh and thanks for calling me hot. I am a rarely complimented bitch. Oh and don&#39;t you have a wifey and a kid at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I almost cried after reading this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;b&#39;ful,VIAGRA @60% off. click here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Is my singlehood and desperation that obvious? Du-uh ! I soooo need a guy, fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey cn u plj&lt;/i&gt;(with a &#39;j&#39; and not &#39;z&#39;) &lt;i&gt;tel me if my webcam is working or nt? http://www.***********.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What am I? Your daddy&#39;s assistant or your mommy bought me as part of her dowry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hi my name is nataraj.If you like my pics and you want to leave me your feedback, do  contact me, my email-id is nat.crazzy@yahoo.com . As I always say our  relationship will always be kept secret.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And what exactly should I say about your &quot;pics&quot;. That I haven&#39;t seen someone as hairy as you or as pathetic as you. The secret relationship part, wait till my daddy dearest reads it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If any females (married or single) are interested in friendship with me, you may mail me at &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:indian0074@yahoo.com&quot;&gt;indian0074@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; Signing off for the time being.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thank you so much Indian007 for signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Okay okay, last one, I promise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hello everyone, I am mahi,21 year old guy living in Bangalore,  Karnataka…. I would like to know u. I am open to friendship  and any relationship with ladies. Please do mail me at my Email id.  Good relationship is promised. Waiting to hear from u. Please mail  me your response to my mail id, don’t forget—&amp;gt; manu10120@yahoo.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This one had a picture. Oh, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mr. Internet, I am speechless after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3982459957407627963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/strangely-wonderful-internet-uncle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3982459957407627963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3982459957407627963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/strangely-wonderful-internet-uncle.html' title='Strangely wonderful Internet Uncle'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-5888353616529081610</id><published>2011-02-26T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:14:40.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consentida: Lips of an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/lips-of-angel.html?spref=bl&quot;&gt;Consentida: Lips of an angel&lt;/a&gt;: &quot;                       &amp;amp;n...&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5888353616529081610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/consentida-lips-of-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/5888353616529081610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/5888353616529081610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/consentida-lips-of-angel.html' title='Consentida: Lips of an angel'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-2479675433941990028</id><published>2011-02-26T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T02:53:58.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips of an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It&#39;s really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With the lips of an angel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That is how i felt when you took my name the other night and hugged me tight in the parking lot. I was drunk and all I wanted to say was &quot;Sorry&quot; for hurting you so bad. Had I known that I had already lost you I wouldn&#39;t have come back. Thanks to the beer. You accepted me back in your life only because you did not want to break my heart. Isn&#39;t that what you are doing now? Shattering my heart into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I loved it when you kissed me in the parking lot. I loved it when you hugged me tight while I was sleeping. I loved it when when you walked me home every night. I loved it when you made sure that my tummy was full and I had half of your share of milk. I had fallen head over heels for you and you very well knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Then why did you have to hurt me so bad? Why do you make me cry everyday? Do you have any idea how much I miss you. How much I miss those days when you were so much in love with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Didn&#39;t you realize that having broken my heart once, I was scared to plunge and open my heart? Instead of turning your back only if you could have made me comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Is it a fling we have? As far as I can see, our fling is teethering somewhere between &quot;fling&quot; and &quot;dating&quot;. Are you with me only because you aren&#39;t seeing anyone currently or you genuinely feel something for me. I&#39;ll never be sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I preferred it my way, with my shield up and my walls cemented around  me. But you make it so hard to follow my mantra of &lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;“don’t get too  attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;, with your easy bad boy grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I guess it was never your fault. It has always been about me. I left, then came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Oh, please don’t feel bad if I run far away from you  and go to a place where I’m still numb and unable to feel. Life&#39;s not  good to a girl without armour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2479675433941990028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/lips-of-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/2479675433941990028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/2479675433941990028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/lips-of-angel.html' title='Lips of an angel'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-690556608062849627</id><published>2011-02-26T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:07:26.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You talking to me? Me? Me? Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;That is how I reacted when I received my second call of the day. The person went on and on about how disgusted he felt because of my last entry. Well, I should have been expecting. Should have seen that one coming(*Read : I was sure I had to run for my life). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Being from an orthodox family myself, I know how these things work, but aren&#39;t we in something called as the 21st century? When you can have a string of boyfriends and girlfriends, can fall in love endless number of times, have the strength to dream and dream big, then what for Christ&#39;s sakes is the issue with a simple blog post? You don&#39;t want to be talked about, discussed about.. Excuse me, what century do ya belong to? Or for that matter, whats your name, girlie? I have seen girls doing and saying such stuff but coming from a guy it sounds weird. Blah ! more than weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;P.S.: If you are reading this right now, probably you&#39;ll understand that why I refuse to take your calls. I hate hypocrites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/690556608062849627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-talking-to-me-me-me-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/690556608062849627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/690556608062849627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-talking-to-me-me-me-me.html' title='You talking to me? Me? Me? Me?'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-4294556273437194104</id><published>2011-02-25T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T13:13:38.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haryana House - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Flat number 3, Trilokya Society, Lane number-2, Prashant society, Paud Road, Kothrud, Pune &lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;a.k.a. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;HARYANA HOUSE. &lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;No baby no.. If you think I am going to recite the story of Patiala House (oh, I liked it) then you are in for a surprise. This place is called Haryana House because all its residents hail from Haryana. To be precise, Panipat. Heard of it, have you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;All the residents of this place are, if I can say so, different. I feel like Alice in Wonderland when I enter this place. All, from the Queen to the Rabbit, from the Mad Hatter to the Cheshire cat, along with the pack of cards, everyone is here. Probably Mr. Carroll could have written Alice In wonderland-II.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Starting with the eldest member of the pack, &lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Sanjay Singh Arya, &lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;he is the Queen from Alice in Wonderland. &quot;Off with his/her head.&quot; That is what he would have said like that queen from Wonderland. He looks hot, yes, very. But, as always, as time and again history has proved, looks can be deceptive. And this super temperamental hunk proves it. Introvert yet hot. Traditional yet modern. Temperamental yet cool headed. In a nut shell, a 24 year old man of contradictions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;I haven&#39;t spoken to him..let me rephrase, he has never spoken to me. Either ways, I am happy because he scares me to no end. He hates loud-ness and loud people, and my vocal chords are unable to lower their pitch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Up next is my Cheshire Cat, &lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Praveen Sharma. &lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;The super chilled cub of the pack. He doesn&#39;t need a cell phone, thanks to Mark Zuckerberg. He is online 24x7 ; one of the major reasons why he has become such a good friend. With age and experience come maturity and sensibility and he has it all. You start to lose your temper over someone, something, don&#39;t know what to do and Whoosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here comes the Cheshire cat. In a second, problems solved and you what to do. A majorly resourceful guy. As per my knowledge, he has contacts all over India (okay, I am exaggerating). I mean it, probably not all over but a major chunk of the country for sure. Is single and so ready to mingle. He has promised me job in his factory once I pass out from college. Although, he has not passed out from his own college yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The guy who claims to love me (and well, I do love him back with a greater intensity), should be given the world&#39;s- biggest-hypocrite award. Hypocrisy is a full time job for him. He has affection beaming in one eye, and calculation in the other. To the best of my knowledge, he is an introvert, does not talk to people, does not party, does not drink, does not smoke and of course, does not, read it again, DOES NOT flirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;boxesHolder&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;boxes&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh oww.. By the way, in the last couple of months he has been to a friend&#39;s birthday party, a friend&#39;s sister&#39;s birthday party, a friend&#39;s girlfriend&#39;s birthday party and his brother&#39;s girlfriend&#39;s birthday party. How does that sound? Great, isn&#39;t it? And when it concerns me, he is an introvert. Oh and not to forget, he still claims to love me.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is why I say that love is madness. I put up with all his nonsense. Why? just because I believe I love him. Crap, I do love him. What does that say about me? You guessed it right. I am an idiot. He takes me for granted. The guy very strongly declares that he knows I am not going to leave him any day. Ahh, hell, he is so right. I am not going anywhere. Sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;
He doesn&#39;t even care if I am alive or dead, he doesn&#39;t take my calls (do not think he is cheating on me, because I know he is not), doesn&#39;t text me EVER, doesn&#39;t take me out, doesn&#39;t meet me but he still loves me. And I put up with his crap, forgive him whenever he says sorry and still love him with all my heart. Madness. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever I need to talk to some one he is always absent. He loves me. Whenever I am in a fix, he is absent. He loves me. When I really really need some help, he is absent. He loves me. When I desperately want some of his time, he is busy. He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;
I take his calls in the first ring. I am an idiot. I meet him whenever he wants. I am an idiot. I get him whatever he asks for. I am an idiot. I call him the whole night just to say good night. I am an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aren’t we all a little old to be playing games? &lt;/strong&gt;I know  I am. I’ve tried and failed miserably. I don’t want to go through the  whole “guess what I feel!” thing again, and I’m weary of men who want me  to do that. If I like you enough to suggest meeting up, if I like you  enough to spend an evening with you, must we go through the whole yo-yo  thing? I’d appreciate it far, far more if people were just straight: You  were great, but I’m just not interested. Simple. No need to do this  dance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cupid is definitely having a great time seeing me royally screwed. &lt;br /&gt;
The world is a crazy place and being in love is crazier. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6075163099040261995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/royally-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/6075163099040261995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/6075163099040261995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/02/royally-screwed.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-6430913410418773469</id><published>2011-01-18T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T02:32:01.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised.</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness! Can&#39;t believe I am having so much fun ! Does everyone feel the same whenever their fathers go out of town?&lt;br /&gt;
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My daddy went out of town for a week and I&#39;ve never had so much more fun in my entire life.. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating. Let me rephrase : I&#39;ve never had so much fun in Kanpur.&lt;br /&gt;
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With two of the best brothers in the world ( one of them is letchy ; but still I adjust ). Okay,so my Daddy dearest went out of town and left two people if the opposite sex to stay with me. Boy, I&#39;ve been having so much fun. Finally, I admitted to my brothers that I booze and they actually bought me beer. I am like &#39;hullo, you are my brothers. Stop me.&#39; But these sweethearts get me a Kingfisher Strong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks to the beer, I could finally confess everything about my bad relationship to my siblings. And never before have I felt more loved or cared for. I never knew this side of my cousins. I always thought brothers are intolerant about stuff like this. But these guys were just so calm. All they said was- We never ever want you to cry : for anything or anyone. As for the guy we&#39;ll deal with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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It felt like a boulder was off my chest. Now there is someone who knows everything about me and will not judge me. I&#39;ll be loved and cared for like any other day. After having lost my eldest brother, I never thought some one else could treat me like he did. Well, seems like I stand corrected. Why is it that the opposite sex always keeps proving me wrong and by the end of the day leaves me surprised?&lt;br /&gt;
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Amidst all this, I went astray from the topic. I thought I&#39;d write about my week without Dad. Anyways, coming to it, I stay out the whole day long. I facebook and watch movies and check out guys( with my brothers) and of course, Gossip.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Mc Donald puts it- I&#39;m lovin&#39; it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6430913410418773469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/01/surprised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/6430913410418773469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/6430913410418773469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/01/surprised.html' title='Surprised.'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB8tNLHl0BRLrJA9bEvg2dzpw7k5pZbgmniLVDrWN08r555weJdr7XpfSocIJiNgJ8dALzkmZ49DeuG-4s7ioHfh1GHdOQhyXaAj-XqB4EY7y8Kr5_eV7DG_uhOM6SLELsKlcCu-pPG1c/s72-c/17012011171+-+Copy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-3105264251276479838</id><published>2011-01-03T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:49:56.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding friends Out of nowhere- II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJ4v6hkkxBgz3U1nawygPpxjIfYLrN_-DPrLeoxSORxOsKWTFVTipftucsSEsKW9I6Qz7gOXyvttzB4EI0Ssm-ubQhiA4pQqO5QYWCd_Jdba9YANbGYLsLC3E_VMSqxAUv80G_r-cQwg/s1600/46900_1579378613626_1510482110_31458189_2853545_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;176&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJ4v6hkkxBgz3U1nawygPpxjIfYLrN_-DPrLeoxSORxOsKWTFVTipftucsSEsKW9I6Qz7gOXyvttzB4EI0Ssm-ubQhiA4pQqO5QYWCd_Jdba9YANbGYLsLC3E_VMSqxAUv80G_r-cQwg/s200/46900_1579378613626_1510482110_31458189_2853545_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I make friends absolutely anywhere. Conclusion : I am a very friendly person. Priya will definitely agree to this. Priya is someone I know because of we share a common bitch. Oh and not to forget, we bonded over brands of inner wear : the conversation went like-&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &quot;Priya, Enamor has 50% off..go shop.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Priya: &quot;I do need some of those things. Will go out today with mom.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &quot;Get some for me as well. Will pay.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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For those who do not know, we are possessive bitches. And for the record, apart from the small hiccup in the beginning, we have not fought.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZi1A7q4HxLRBmnmIEX3iT_ii8ddvpnepI788O_UalZgEgV9scZeUB3ivDmlWUaYdACr2toUAgypyUqLlu4HMAWdJOELMgcLU-NKVLgdiG4mrQysah9PNMfWY0IQO32G5GOXas9vMzTB8/s1600/Image0585.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZi1A7q4HxLRBmnmIEX3iT_ii8ddvpnepI788O_UalZgEgV9scZeUB3ivDmlWUaYdACr2toUAgypyUqLlu4HMAWdJOELMgcLU-NKVLgdiG4mrQysah9PNMfWY0IQO32G5GOXas9vMzTB8/s200/Image0585.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheeni : Owww! I can go on and on about this female. My partner in crime, Ms. Perfect Smile(as Kunal says), the worst photographer and well, she is not at all photogenic but still she is the beshht. The only person who is a complete lafangi like me. With her around I do not need any other friend ( not because I don&#39;t love them but because they will not let us do the things we do). We made are first Goa trip together, boozed together, went clubbing. We have spent so many nights together( no pun intended)...we actually stay out the whole night...TOGETHER. She knows like every guy I have hooked up with or want to hook up with. Oh, and her opinion counts. Priya and I have had just one major hiccup... Cheeni and I have had like innumerable hiccups. We fight, argue, bicker...but at the end of the day I know I love her and she loves me back.&lt;br /&gt;
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It feels good to loved and cared for by people who matter. After a long tiring day(rarely happens), when I am sad, exhausted and there is someone to cheer me up,make my day/night trust me, its a feeling I cannot explain. The long walks with Cheeni, the late night chats with Priya and Ravi, the boozing with Deepika, the coffee trips with Anshu and Zeenu...I couldn&#39;t have asked God for more.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3105264251276479838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/01/finding-friends-out-of-nowhere-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3105264251276479838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3105264251276479838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/01/finding-friends-out-of-nowhere-ii.html' title='Finding friends Out of nowhere- II'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJ4v6hkkxBgz3U1nawygPpxjIfYLrN_-DPrLeoxSORxOsKWTFVTipftucsSEsKW9I6Qz7gOXyvttzB4EI0Ssm-ubQhiA4pQqO5QYWCd_Jdba9YANbGYLsLC3E_VMSqxAUv80G_r-cQwg/s72-c/46900_1579378613626_1510482110_31458189_2853545_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-5528774540514902420</id><published>2011-01-03T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:11:04.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding friends out of nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Holy mom of Christ ! Its freezing here... My fingers along with my other body parts refuse to work. But I have committed myself to keeping people entertained by life&#39;s tragedies so I will go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;
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I never ever in my wildest dreams had imagined that I&#39;d become friends with the most err...reserved girl on campus- Zenia. She&#39;s an angel. Any problem,you call her up and zapp ! problem solved. She&#39;s a gem.. Words cannot express what I have for( sorry for the dramatic lines but I cannot help). She&#39;s more like Mother Zeenu. You are depressed,sad,happy..any Goddamn feeling and she will be the first person to help you deal with it : given she loves you as much as she loves me. In my small basket of friends she is the loveliest of all.&lt;br /&gt;
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D.D. ! Ahhh..! My bestie since umm...6 years.. There is a reason she is my bestie..Her brother is my childhood crush and I think she knows this. She is one person who has always been there for me...through thick and thin. An absolute sweetheart, she is one person you do not want to mess with. She is just too good with her sarcastic one-liners. And again, like all the others above, we became friends by chance. We bitched about a common aquaintance and did not even realise that we had come close. As Ravi puts it- girls can bond over the weirdest of things.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anshu : I still remember, she did not like me the first day we met. But then again for reasons I fail to understand we ended up becoming such good friends.Probably, because a common aquaintance and her boyfriend bitched about us and we bitched about them. She is the ever helpful, thorough friend I have.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5528774540514902420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/01/finding-friends-out-of-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/5528774540514902420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/5528774540514902420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2011/01/finding-friends-out-of-nowhere.html' title='Finding friends out of nowhere'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSg7ImRgJ94vU1zKXrv-Yii1dpXPI6f7Us3NEBdWv7yVsxQOCJ6mONJyB7Za6pENWSGLp-uf6oDlYH8mGc-6viuCmNE37JUjXZxRl8RgzeWWsL0A8rXh0o_Dgz_32OCRPXQmrNuVz__U/s72-c/40868_169693246379040_100000150976092_625685_2954459_n.jpg.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-3298998259990988045</id><published>2010-12-31T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:25:02.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy To me :D</title><content type='html'>Phew! Finally, I am officially 21 years old. For those who don&#39;t know I had a week long 21st birthday ! And I, I mean, I..I mean actually I was tired of my birthday parties.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first party was in Goa, with Benny and gang. Not much of a gang though. Benny LOVES me or so he says. Oh, and he is 27 years old. Sad. But the dark fantasy cake he bought was good. More than good.&lt;br /&gt;
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25th eve bought introduced me to my latest crush : Veer. Having said that, I wish he never reads my blog. I am playing hard-to-get with him. With my regular partner in crime, Ms. Perfect Smile..Sheena, I had a blast on my birthmas eve. Shopping at M.G.road, Koregaon Park and then party at &quot;Aqua&quot;. Aaahh ! Bliss !&lt;br /&gt;
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Aqua was the place to be that night. With a gathering of symbiosis grads, the party was rocking. Dancing with random guys, being offered drinks by them and of course, meeting Veer made it just better. Veer is this uber cute dancer chap from Symbiosis. He can actually belly dance like Shakira. If nothing, you&#39;ll fall for his dance man !&lt;br /&gt;
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Meeting, dancing and boozing with this...aakchoo!( excuse me, I have a running nose)... yeah so, meeting this guy was followed by a series of events: a dishoom dishoom between the guys in d club and the bouncers, the hunt for my lost birthday cake, the cops, Veer&#39;s friend getting arrested, dropping Gaurav (a friend and not my ex) home, meeting Veer again, leaving my cell with Gaurav and scanning the whole town for it. Ahhhh! makes me nostalgic !&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Dinner at Le Meridien at 4.30 in the morning was peaceful and uneventful. Oh and i forgot, during all of this poor Ms. Perfect Smile actually kept smiling. Why won&#39;t she? After all, even she met her latest crush whose younger to her and probably has a girlfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever it was, it was definitely a night to remember, thanks to Sheena, Veer and his friends. Happy 21st birthday Prashasti.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3298998259990988045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-to-me-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3298998259990988045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3298998259990988045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-to-me-d.html' title='Happy To me :D'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-3325933313408532092</id><published>2010-12-19T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:39:58.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Imagine getting up on a Sunday afternoon at 1 p.m. and you realise you have to go to the police station and you best friend&#39;s almost girlfriend blames you for her bad almost relationship. Du-uh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nah nah, I don&#39;t have a pending lawsuit or some criminal charges against me. I have to go because I need to pick my sister&#39;s driving license. And for those who don&#39;t know, I am a lazyarse..I haven&#39;t showered in two days.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the almost girlfriend- an almost girlfriend is one you love, probably even she loves you back but when you ask her out she politely refuses blaming the society, family, friends and peers and you understand. Both of you talk about everything under the sun EVERYDAY. So that&#39;s an almost girlfriend and an almost relationship. Moving on, this almost girlfriend texts me saying now I can have my best friend &quot;as much as I want&quot; and in a way blames me for the bad almost relationship. My best friend like a jerk wants us to bitch and bicker about each other but he doesn&#39;t want to be a part of&amp;nbsp; a catfight. Not that I was going to have one. my BEST friend blocks me on facebook, says he&#39;ll talk to me later since he&#39;s kinda pissed with things and btw, he isn&#39;t even replying to my messages.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, now between forkfuls of maggi and sips of cold coffee I am trying to decide whether I should start a catfight, break my BEST friend&#39;s neck, go meet the cops or continue with whatever crap I am doing right now. Sunday couldn&#39;t be better.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3325933313408532092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/crappy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3325933313408532092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3325933313408532092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/crappy-sunday.html' title='Crappy Sunday'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-4516290393032481455</id><published>2010-12-19T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:47:59.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consentida: For someone I&#39;ve loved with all my heart :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-someone-ive-loved-with-all-my-heart.html?spref=bl&quot;&gt;Consentida: For someone I&#39;ve loved with all my heart :)&lt;/a&gt;: &quot;I loved you with all my heart. And I think you know that, don&#39;t you? Then why did you have to do things that left me bleeding. I gave you al...&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4516290393032481455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/consentida-for-someone-ive-loved-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/4516290393032481455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/4516290393032481455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/consentida-for-someone-ive-loved-with.html' title='Consentida: For someone I&#39;ve loved with all my heart :)'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-4358059525276887999</id><published>2010-12-19T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:47:12.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consentida: Thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking.html?spref=bl&quot;&gt;Consentida: Thinking.&lt;/a&gt;: &quot;After I broke up with my ex- boyfriend, I thought probably now I can enjoy being single(like the world says). FYI, I am not blogging. I am j...&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4358059525276887999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/consentida-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/4358059525276887999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/4358059525276887999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/consentida-thinking.html' title='Consentida: Thinking.'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-2667731516113987937</id><published>2010-12-18T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T07:44:28.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For someone I&#39;ve loved with all my heart :)</title><content type='html'>I loved you with all my heart. And I think you know that, don&#39;t you? Then why did you have to do things that left me bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
I gave you all I had..my heart, my soul everything but at the end of the day you screwed it up. Didn&#39;t I love you enough? Didn&#39;t I care for you? Didn&#39;t I fight with mom for you? Was I not there for you all the time- through thick and thin? I know you always took me for granted and I swear to god, I never cared about that. Till the time you were there with me I guess nothing else mattered for me. Then why did you have to do things that messed up are both our lifes. You say I spoilt your career, your future...and what did u do to me- left me hurt, wounded, alone...without a soul.&lt;br /&gt;
Was that right? &lt;br /&gt;
You claimed to love me..do you even realize what love is? Love can never be about hurting your loved one. It can never be about making your loved one cry. It can never be about sadness,insecurity and fear. Love is supposed to make you happy. You did make me happy but along with that you scared me when you were aggressive and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;
You know what,you did two things to me-&lt;br /&gt;
You were God for me and I don&#39;t believe in God anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
You were Love for me and I don&#39;t believe in Love anymore.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2667731516113987937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-someone-ive-loved-with-all-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/2667731516113987937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/2667731516113987937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-someone-ive-loved-with-all-my-heart.html' title='For someone I&#39;ve loved with all my heart :)'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-7358899516621713310</id><published>2010-12-18T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T05:49:38.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking.</title><content type='html'>After I broke up with my ex- boyfriend, I thought probably now I can enjoy being single(like the world says). FYI, I am not blogging. I am just thinking. Ok, so after I broke up I thought I am done with guys. But a week after my break up I was trying to dodge guys outta my way..i mean,hullooo..!! I&#39;ve had a break up..I am depressed..I should be boozing n getting stoned and whatever but what i am doing is looking for ways about how to avoid giving guys my number.&lt;br /&gt;
2 days after my breakup- I go to a dandia party and a typical fugly gujju asks me out.&lt;br /&gt;
The following week- A kashmiri muslim ( wait till my dad reads this),a jaat ,an iraqi ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! I&#39;ve never been so much in demand in my entire 20 years. I mean at that point of time I was bruised, wounded (literally)...for those who do not know, I put my ex- boyfriend to jail for physically abusing me.. Ok ,moving on, I am all bloated like a fully grown pumpkin and these guys ask me out. 1 of them even promised marriage. Quoting Ravi Agrawal - &quot;Prash, guys can do anything for sex&quot;. Point.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do guys manage with such high testosterone levels I fail to understand.&lt;br /&gt;
Beat this, an iraqi guy just asked me- &quot; Prashasti, will you make relationship with me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And I am deciding upon my answer.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7358899516621713310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/7358899516621713310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/7358899516621713310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking.html' title='Thinking.'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-3705343548069631077</id><published>2010-12-18T01:55:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:59:48.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En Vogue :)</title><content type='html'>OMG !!...&lt;br /&gt;
what a night..! I still cant believe I actually did all those crazy things last night.Went clubbing with Sheena and Kalyani.Picked up Naaz on the way.It was freezing and we werw riding are bikes(all the girls dresses in party clothes..err,read skimpy dresses).&lt;br /&gt;
While waiting outside Naaz&#39;s place a random guy thought we were whores and tried to do things with us. He was the yackiest person I have met till date.&lt;br /&gt;
Then &#39;Screams&#39; where Sheena and Kalyani were not allowed inside since they were underage so we decided to go to &#39;Oiche&#39;. Man, was it good!! They were playing house and Sheena and I danced like lunatics.&lt;br /&gt;
Naaz&#39;s mom came after some time. Boy,she did not look like a mom and especially not Naaz&#39;s.I was flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;
We made friends with random guys,a lot of guys approached us but like good girls we did not flirt back :) I am sure Sheenaz boyfriend will be happy after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;
Around 3 a.m. we went to Cafe Coffee Day. Jeez riding at 2.30 in this freezin&#39; weather was a mission for me. I was frozen. So,coffee at 3.30 in the morning and checking out guys thats all we did. Riding back to Kalyani&#39;s place at 6 a.m. was like bloody hell..it was freezing !!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and I almost forgot..the cops. Ran into them two times- once around 8 and then around 3 a.m. That sonovabitch took our driving license,charged us 200 bucks. Holy shit ! I just thank god we were not drunk !&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally,I am back home and super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Laters !</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3705343548069631077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/en-vogue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3705343548069631077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/3705343548069631077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/en-vogue.html' title='En Vogue :)'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738068222955905.post-1382344756489672200</id><published>2010-12-18T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:50:02.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yappy happy me ! :D</title><content type='html'>Jeez !!...&lt;br /&gt;
its feels super..i&#39;ve been craving to blog since ages...finally i can !!&lt;br /&gt;
gotta a new lappy n a super net connection n lifez lyk fun barring the small episode with my gud for nuthn boyfriend n issues with dad i feel so contented..&lt;br /&gt;
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i have like almost evrything..bestest mom,bestest sis n d best frnz possible...i love them n dey love me back...&lt;br /&gt;
i am such a gud 4 nuthn person and the presence of these people in my life makes me special.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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oh n bdw, my buddayz coming !! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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laters,&lt;br /&gt;
prash !</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1382344756489672200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/yappy-happy-me-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/1382344756489672200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204738068222955905/posts/default/1382344756489672200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prashastiz.blogspot.com/2010/12/yappy-happy-me-d.html' title='Yappy happy me ! :D'/><author><name>Prash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02678428235576005899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCayWhPAfqcTMx2XRHCP8vd13lcI5u30NXsJYzFicrG3uYPWPqNcrcJBykTCNVNVNaTi-L4rmyxzjcMCcBjt_t2h6jtKVoSC4vUDIkmvhBvfa-LOQq5VHeyDB-rF2lJg/s220/16022011376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>