<?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-266825392718611802</id><updated>2024-10-25T00:06:19.819-07:00</updated><category term="funny"/><category term="Top likes"/><category term="Celebrity"/><category term="songs"/><title type='text'>▶ Me Likes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/2547342899947595775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-listening-to-lies-when-i-know.html' title='I love listening to lies when i know the truth.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-8878671063601068399</id><published>2011-08-28T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:35:28.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish we could Google, how certain person feels about us.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/8878671063601068399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/8878671063601068399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wish-we-could-google-how-certain.html' title='I wish we could Google, how certain person feels about us.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-7272893879571889010</id><published>2011-08-28T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:18:16.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best ever game as a child: make sure the balloon does not touch the floor.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/7272893879571889010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/7272893879571889010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-ever-game-as-child-make-sure.html' title='Best ever game as a child: make sure the balloon does not touch the floor.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-4122062785581557709</id><published>2011-06-23T22:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:43:36.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning the exam paper before it starts because you`re a fearless bastard.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/4122062785581557709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/4122062785581557709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/06/turning-exam-paper-before-it-starts.html' title='Turning the exam paper before it starts because you`re a fearless bastard.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-6956174161075490667</id><published>2011-06-23T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:35:13.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Safely Removing Your USB Because You&#39;re A Fearless Bastard.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/6956174161075490667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/6956174161075490667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-safely-removing-your-usb-because.html' title='Not Safely Removing Your USB Because You&#39;re A Fearless Bastard.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-3366750021101688087</id><published>2011-06-23T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:33:36.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy fact #7256452565156897 you were too lazy to read that number.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/3366750021101688087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/3366750021101688087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/06/lazy-fact-7256452565156897-you-were-too.html' title='lazy fact #7256452565156897 you were too lazy to read that number.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-3072722224623626076</id><published>2011-06-23T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:30:16.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember when my bestfriend was the shy and quiet one... I created a monster :D</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/3072722224623626076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/3072722224623626076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-remember-when-my-bestfriend-was-shy.html' title='I remember when my bestfriend was the shy and quiet one... I created a monster :D'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-2226920698621079712</id><published>2011-04-22T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T03:54:04.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What every kiss means: Kiss on the Forehead = I hope we are together forever Kiss on the Ear = Your my everything Kiss on the Cheek = You look so cute Kiss on the Hand = I adore you Kiss on the Neck = We belong together Kiss on the Shoulder = I want you Kiss on the Lips = I love you Kiss on the stomach = I am ready.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/2226920698621079712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/2226920698621079712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-every-kiss-means-kiss-on-forehead_22.html' title='What every kiss means: &lt;br/&gt;Kiss on the Forehead = I hope we are together forever &lt;br/&gt;Kiss on the Ear = Your my everything &lt;br/&gt;Kiss on the Cheek = You look so cute &lt;br/&gt;Kiss on the Hand = I adore you &lt;br/&gt;Kiss on the Neck = We belong together &lt;br/&gt;Kiss on the Shoulder = I want you &lt;br/&gt;Kiss on the Lips = I love you &lt;br/&gt;Kiss on the stomach = I am ready.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-2785656975857374248</id><published>2011-04-16T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T02:30:01.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend = tell me something that makes me happy and upset at the same time :) Girlfriend = your d*ck is bigger than all your frineds... Boyfriend = .....</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/2785656975857374248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/2785656975857374248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/04/boyfriend-tell-me-something-that-makes.html' title='Boyfriend = tell me something that makes me happy and upset at the same time :) Girlfriend = your d*ck is bigger than all your frineds... Boyfriend = .....'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-4548452028610780347</id><published>2011-04-16T02:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T02:00:52.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My girlfriend invited me to her house, I found her sister alone in the house, she was unbelievably sexy, she whispered in my ear, &quot;i have feelings for you, shall we have s*x&quot; , I immediately turned around and walked to the front door to go to my car, I found my girlfriend standing there, she hugged me and said: &quot;you`ve won my trust&quot;... Moral of the story: always keep your condoms in the car.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/4548452028610780347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/4548452028610780347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-girlfriend-invited-me-to-her-house-i_16.html' title='My girlfriend invited me to her house, I found her sister alone in the house, she was unbelievably sexy, she whispered in my ear, &quot;i have feelings for you, shall we have s*x&quot; , I immediately turned around and walked to the front door to go to my car, I found my girlfriend standing there, she hugged me and said: &quot;you`ve won my trust&quot;... Moral of the story: always keep your condoms in the car.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-3204708338710693937</id><published>2011-04-16T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T01:59:30.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister walks in my room. She has one pillow tied to her front and one to her back. I ask, &quot;What on Earth are you doing?&quot; Her reply was... &quot;This pillow on my back, is to protect me, from the friends that will back stab me. And the back one, that`s for the boys that will break my heart. She`s 6.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/3204708338710693937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/3204708338710693937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-sister-walks-in-my-room-she-has-one.html' title='My sister walks in my room. She has one pillow tied to her front and one to her back. I ask, &quot;What on Earth are you doing?&quot; Her reply was... &quot;This pillow on my back, is to protect me, from the friends that will back stab me. And the back one, that`s for the boys that will break my heart. She`s 6.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-1730829237062842102</id><published>2011-04-16T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T01:31:28.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M̸o̸n̸d̸a̸y̸ T̸u̸e̸s̸d̸a̸y̸ W̸e̸d̸n̸e̸s̸d̸a̸y̸ T̸h̸u̸r̸s̸d̸a̸y̸  FRIDAY. :)</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/1730829237062842102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/1730829237062842102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/04/monday-tuesday-wednesday-thursday.html' title='M̸o̸n̸d̸a̸y̸ T̸u̸e̸s̸d̸a̸y̸ W̸e̸d̸n̸e̸s̸d̸a̸y̸ T̸h̸u̸r̸s̸d̸a̸y̸  FRIDAY. :)'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-1560233040238596174</id><published>2011-04-15T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:14:03.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, age 5: *pulls girls pigtails* Haha! Girl: *chases after him*  Boy, age 15: *touches a girls butt* Haha! Girl: IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS! Ahhh, how we have grown!</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/1560233040238596174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/1560233040238596174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/04/boy-age-5-pulls-girls-pigtails-haha.html' title='Boy, age 5: *pulls girls pigtails* Haha! Girl: *chases after him*  Boy, age 15: *touches a girls butt* Haha! Girl: IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS! Ahhh, how we have grown!'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-6499283396539325501</id><published>2011-03-16T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T11:46:23.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Asked my heart:&quot; Why cnt I sleep at night&quot; ???.... My heart said :Cause u slept in afternoon..dont act like ur in love all the time..</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/6499283396539325501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/6499283396539325501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-asked-my-heart-why-cnt-i-sleep-at.html' title='I Asked my heart:&quot; Why cnt I sleep at night&quot; ???.... My heart said :Cause u slept in afternoon..dont act like ur in love all the time..'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-1731264153475019173</id><published>2011-03-12T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:39:52.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I was younger I remember watching two drops of rain roll down your window and pretending it was a race.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/1731264153475019173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/1731264153475019173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-was-younger-i-remember-watching.html' title='when I was younger I remember watching two drops of rain roll down your window and pretending it was a race.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-4171951579732363196</id><published>2011-03-11T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:06:18.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom and Dad, Please don`t freak out if I don`t answer my phone the first time. The chances of the battery being dead are much greater than the chances that I`ve been abducted and murdered by a serial killer. Sincerely, 35 missed calls.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/4171951579732363196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/4171951579732363196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-mom-and-dad-please-dont-freak-out.html' title='Dear Mom and Dad, Please don`t freak out if I don`t answer my phone the first time. The chances of the battery being dead are much greater than the chances that I`ve been abducted and murdered by a serial killer. Sincerely, 35 missed calls.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-6143601896447947361</id><published>2011-03-08T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:54:31.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admit it. ..................................... At some point in time you have tried to see if you had superpowers.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/6143601896447947361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/6143601896447947361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/admit-it-at-some-point-in-time-you-have.html' title='Admit it. ..................................... At some point in time you have tried to see if you had superpowers.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-8564704110338707755</id><published>2011-03-08T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T14:51:10.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the teacher puts 2x + 5x2 ÷ -8 + 21a on the board and tells me, &quot;solve the problem&quot;... i get up, and erase the board, problem solved b!tch!</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/8564704110338707755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/8564704110338707755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/teacher-puts-2x-5x2-8-21a-on-board-and.html' title='the teacher puts 2x + 5x2 ÷ -8 + 21a on the board and tells me, &quot;solve the problem&quot;... i get up, and erase the board, problem solved b!tch!'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-3118506454461863664</id><published>2011-03-08T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T05:39:10.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My teacher pointed at me with his ruler and said:&quot;At the end of this ruler is an idiot!!&quot; I got detention after I asked him which end he was referring to.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/3118506454461863664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/3118506454461863664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-teacher-pointed-at-me-with-his-ruler.html' title='My teacher pointed at me with his ruler and said:&quot;At the end of this ruler is an idiot!!&quot; I got detention after I asked him which end he was referring to.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-5371062323214669819</id><published>2011-03-08T01:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:02:40.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Facebook Chat between An EX couple Girl : Hey Boy : Hey =) Girl : How are you ? *Boy types : I am Miserable ! I need you Back ! I Miss you ! I LOVE YOU ! ! ! * Then Erased it.. Boy : I am Fine..</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/5371062323214669819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/5371062323214669819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/facebook-chat-between-ex-couple-girl.html' title='A Facebook Chat between An EX couple Girl : Hey Boy : Hey =) Girl : How are you ? *Boy types : I am Miserable ! I need you Back ! I Miss you ! I LOVE YOU ! ! ! * Then Erased it.. Boy : I am Fine..'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-5992177667673952077</id><published>2011-03-08T00:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:53:25.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest thing a boyfriend can say to his girl: &quot;The next girl I will ever love on this Earth, will be our DAUGHTER.&quot; :)</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/5992177667673952077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/5992177667673952077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweetest-thing-boyfriend-can-say-to-his.html' title='The sweetest thing a boyfriend can say to his girl: &quot;The next girl I will ever love on this Earth, will be our DAUGHTER.&quot; :)'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-1730686333014728410</id><published>2011-03-06T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T08:41:29.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delete from Facebook: Done ✔ Delete from Msn: Done ✔ Delete from cell phone: Done ✔  Delete from the Heart: Error ✖</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/1730686333014728410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/1730686333014728410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/delete-from-facebook-done-delete-from.html' title='Delete from Facebook: Done ✔&lt;br/&gt; Delete from Msn: Done ✔ &lt;br/&gt;Delete from cell phone: Done ✔ &lt;br/&gt; Delete from the Heart: Error ✖'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266825392718611802.post-2839578449511858030</id><published>2011-03-04T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:20:42.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A single text can change my mood at any moment.</title><content type='html'></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/2839578449511858030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266825392718611802/posts/default/2839578449511858030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-likes.blogspot.com/2011/03/single-text-can-change-my-mood-at-any.html' title='A single text can change my mood at any moment.'/><author><name>Badal Surana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18288030631462881783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b3sW6o6Kzu0/S6hTOFOGZkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oIenqRaYlY0/S220/Badal+surana.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>