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the view to the eye tat seeks peace amid all the restlessness should be   like cold water in a warm desert...but unfortunately its not&lt;br /&gt;
world is beautiful ,,,,,every inch of it ... even the filth ...but you can't see it .. not just yet&lt;br /&gt;
the sound of the buzzing traffic some where far away in the background plays like as if some new cheasy Himesh Reshamiya song&lt;br /&gt;
(which reminds me i have to sing this song for u guys ill sing it at the end of the post  watch out for it ,,,!! )&lt;br /&gt;
the warm dry wind across your face oozes you  bringing back subtle memory of a hard blow job where in the end she bites ,,inducing  just the perfect amount of pain so as  to  it retains its ability to manifest itself in the form of pleasure ,,,!!&lt;br /&gt;
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and among all this a tiny rub on the eye ..and the hero of our story enters...&lt;br /&gt;
Mr eye lash...!! u don't even notice it lying on your cheek untill suddenly it stands on its feet on your cheek ...&lt;br /&gt;
Both his fists closed and placed on his waist having the how did you not notice me expression on his face ...he shouts ...&lt;br /&gt;
oooooo asshole you have a wish ...!!&lt;br /&gt;
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and that's when you notice him..&lt;br /&gt;
the first thought that runs through your head is .. there's gotta be something wrong&lt;br /&gt;
no ... not cause a wish hair is talking to you ...that's normal .,, the insane world that we live in wired things come easy,,, but cause life's just being so good to me suddenly ,,that is definately abnormal,,,!! so you ask him "me,,,??you are talking to me ? a wish ?? really ?? y ?? y me ?? what do you want?? what do you want  reallly ??" and even if i do have a wish what can you small litlle peice of  shit do about it ...?&lt;br /&gt;
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"hey faggot don push it  "says the wish hair&lt;br /&gt;
with one finger you collect him of your cheeks and place him in your palm .&lt;br /&gt;
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The wish hair : "look i have had a shitty morning .ok ..i m in no mood to foreplay you,,,,i don know y god grants wishes to dumb asses like you .. if it wer upto me id be shoving my foot up your ass but unfortunately i m bound my his will and so ill ask you this just one more time&lt;br /&gt;
do you or do you not have any wish for me to grant ?"&lt;br /&gt;
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so while you eye him suspiciously in your mind you know God doesn't really grants wishes like that,,,&lt;br /&gt;
and you know  wishes never really come true,,,atleast not by just wishing them..&lt;br /&gt;
but that does mean they won't ever ,,,?&lt;br /&gt;
i mean wat's the harm ..&lt;br /&gt;
you know ...i mean so well&lt;br /&gt;
lets see ...!!&lt;br /&gt;
what do you want ?&lt;br /&gt;
do you want more money ?&lt;br /&gt;
no ... not realli ...!!&lt;br /&gt;
do you want be famous ,,,?? do you want to be powerful ,,,?&lt;br /&gt;
do you want her ?&lt;br /&gt;
yes .&lt;br /&gt;
but do you wanna waste a whole wish for her i mean you can ask for any thing ? for money for power for immortality for any thing&lt;br /&gt;
and you are confused so you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
and then you see her face ,,, those chubby cheeks ,,,, and vibrant brown eyes ,,,,and then as if lightnng struck ,,,she gently smiles oh that smile ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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"hey dumb ass , what .....? have you decided yet .... are we going to do get this over with today or not ? " the wish hair reacts to your moreon emotions&lt;br /&gt;
you are back to reality opening your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
you see  the sound blue clouds ...the sunrays emerging from  them the filth that shone like sparkles .its as if some one just turned  a black and white movie into a coloured one&lt;br /&gt;
and you feel happy ,,,.&lt;br /&gt;
you finally feel at peace with yourself ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
eyes no longer restless,,,&lt;br /&gt;
mind a lot clearer ,,,!! a smile on your face ,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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you tell him .!!1&lt;br /&gt;
"dude ,,u don have to be such a bitch  about it .. i know what i want now  , but i don think i can have her ,,i don think even you can do this but what the hell .. lets see how much fire power your tiny lil ass has and so "&lt;br /&gt;
you close your fist place the wish hair on your fist and blow him away ,,,,!!&lt;br /&gt;
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which brings me to the end of story but not before i sing the song to you that i had promised in between the story ...!!&lt;br /&gt;
(,,,, zara nazre milaoo umraon jaan zara paaas tho aooo umraoo jaan  ,,,!!! tujhe dekhe tho jale armaan ,,,!!1 no touching no touching onli seeing onli seein no kisssing ,,,, no kisssing onli seeing . onli seeing ,,,,!! cause u jus have to sing it ..when eva himesh reshamiyas name  comes loll besides i had to pis you guys off as well ,,,!! ha ha ha ah a...)&lt;br /&gt;
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I KNOW WISHES ARNT GRANTED LIKE THAT ..... AND I KNOW THAT WISHING ON SEEING A EYE LASH IS FOR SMALL LIL GALS....BUT THE WHOLE POINT IS IT MAKES YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT .. IT CLEARS YOUR MIND REGARDING THAT CAUSE YOU RARELY GIVE THAT A TOUGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-5812226341604221115?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/wgMwokzTTFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/5812226341604221115/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2011/12/tale-of-wish-hair.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/5812226341604221115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/5812226341604221115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/wgMwokzTTFk/tale-of-wish-hair.html" title="The Tale of the Wish Hair ,,," /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_mPQiXTA0s/Tw2qqsGY17I/AAAAAAAAA4E/3_u_1qNMX-A/s72-c/Wishhair.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2011/12/tale-of-wish-hair.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNRXo9cSp7ImA9WhRRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-1676871342584095126</id><published>2011-11-26T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T03:19:54.469-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-26T03:19:54.469-08:00</app:edited><title>Y onli kolaveri di  ???</title><content type="html">
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the post will get to you&lt;br /&gt;i found myself smilling nd moving with the song and dancing on it . it makes u wan to be silly ..!!&lt;br /&gt;it was funn,,&lt;br /&gt;i cudn get though wat was shurti hassan doin in the recording chamber ,,,lol she didnt have n e line to sing ,,,she jus came n these ppl r sayin she has a blak heart ...i don know wat was tat all bout n e wayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised one thing though . u cant set out with the state of mind to create a content like tat and end up with that kind of an amazin content no no .. if one thing that is comman among all these things take for sholay or kolaveri di or an open letter to a delhi boy it is that these things when produced wer all surely produced with the intention at heart to make it  big ,(sure that is the dream of every art to reach out to everyone on this planet) but, thier main focus was the point,, .. to jus say what eva they wanted to say with thier whole heart ...!!1 so tats wat i m gonna do ,,,,!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m goin to  smile... looking at you  ha ah ah alook at you and tell u this ,,,!!1 live life&lt;br /&gt;have a beer ,,,, grow a mustache ,,,!!1  go to the beach ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;wear a boxer ,,,!!1 ask a girl out ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;and dance ,,,1!1&lt;br /&gt;dance like a monkey ,,,!!&lt;br /&gt;shake ur head pae pae ,, pae pae .!!&lt;br /&gt;spend some money ,,,, throw it in the air ,,,!! shout out loud ,,,!!&lt;br /&gt;smileee !!  ha ah aha ha ah aha ha&lt;br /&gt;and comment on my blogg ..!!!1 u bastardss ... ha ha ah ah aha ha a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-1676871342584095126?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/W3dkXqR639E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/1676871342584095126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2011/11/kolaveri-di.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/1676871342584095126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/1676871342584095126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/W3dkXqR639E/kolaveri-di.html" title="Y onli kolaveri di  ???" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLb4HiCyxXQ/TtC-T8C4kyI/AAAAAAAAA34/7PBJvlE_iZs/s72-c/377950_188788677874781_180786795341636_402744_614758190_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2011/11/kolaveri-di.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFSXc5fSp7ImA9WhRTFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-1953813491210595511</id><published>2011-11-05T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T02:11:58.925-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-05T02:11:58.925-07:00</app:edited><title>Lets Laugh guys ...!!!</title><content type="html">
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as much as i despise havin wasted 4 years of my life doin engineerin ...i don regret it ..coz of lot o reasons the most important bein i did this coz this is wat i wanted to do.. ...i have always done wat i wanted to do .... those wer beautiful days from times when we still remembered how to laugh .....-&lt;br /&gt;
we'd jus sit there everyday after the coll on n e one of the huge balconies on every floor in our college&amp;nbsp; that overlooked the beach ..havin our beers watchin the sun set color the sky orangish purple with dusty&amp;nbsp; white clouds jUst teasin ur sense of vision forcin u to think that gods an artist .(which he definately is ..n somewher deep beneath all us ..we all r too ..u jus have to let urself loose to bring tat guy out ) ..and we'd watch till the sun finally disappears behind the horizon and the moon takes over.&lt;br /&gt;
pullin each others leg ..makin silly jokes...hittin on gals copyin in the exams ....mimicing our teachers..life was more than jus bout competition and salary packages....&lt;br /&gt;
jus a year has passed &lt;br /&gt;
i recieved&amp;nbsp; a call jus 2 days back&amp;nbsp; from K.P .(..loll fun group.believe it or not i miss u guys) he is goin to africa to help his dad in business ..so he wanted to meet us all for one last time before we go ...&lt;br /&gt;
i was game coz well...loll i m in between switchin jobs now ( or tats wat i tell people ..coz tats the language they understand..ya ...&amp;nbsp;) so i m free..&lt;br /&gt;
so we get together..(which was thanks to the diwali vaccation )&lt;br /&gt;
I was realli excited at first .. &amp;nbsp;untill i found out these weren the guys i went to college with ..these are totally diff people ...ya sure they look like my frns from college they even walk n talk like them but these rnt the same people i knew ..people have changed ...&lt;br /&gt;
When we sat the across the table there were &amp;nbsp;jokes...sure .. but they wer reduced to a very few&lt;br /&gt;
ya sure there were &amp;nbsp;funny comments but ....but they wer on google and steve jobs not how funnily the next door neighbours walked the other night &amp;nbsp;.There wer price tags .everywher....on every idea u have ..on every food u ate on every word u spoke...&lt;br /&gt;
this company sells this idea&lt;br /&gt;
tat company came to tat college with this package bla bla bla bla package ,,bla bla bla package ,, bla bla salary bla bla bla bla &lt;br /&gt;
Wat package&lt;br /&gt;
which &amp;nbsp;package ..&lt;br /&gt;
when package&lt;br /&gt;
i was like aaaaaaa shut the fukin package up.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
thier eyes r not contempt ...n tats a good thing ..the problem with tat is &amp;nbsp;all the passion in thier eyes is for craving of more money n probably just to make a name for them selves &amp;nbsp;..its not for actually doin something meaningfull..and tats wher i laughed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i mean these r the guys who have goten good grades ,,gotten placements, they have earned enough money ...&lt;br /&gt;
n look at the irony of all these people out here on tat table ;;iIm the one whoes not at all insecure ...i who has worked for 4000 buks a month for 6 months n then quit my job this july n have been sittin idle ever since workin on a small lil project of an android app..cause tat is wat i want to do ...with no money ,,,no girlfirend and no encouragement from anywher ...&lt;br /&gt;
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and the real reason y i laughed at this was cause its not thier falt tat they have become like this ...the ever so competitive society tat we live in demands and perhaps needs for us to to crave for money otherwise you are just a liability .....&lt;br /&gt;
so i laughed ..&lt;br /&gt;
i laughed sittin there thinkin of how times have changed once again .. and if i don break the code soon .. how even i will have to get bent ..n tat scared me ...!!1 but i laughed at it .. ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;
y ??/ coz tats wat i do best ..!!! i still rememebr how to laugh guys...i m still smillin .!!!:))))....&lt;br /&gt;
i m goin to laugh ...&lt;br /&gt;
i m goin to die laughin ...!1 tats wat &amp;nbsp;i wanna do&lt;br /&gt;
lets laugh guys ,,,,cause knok kncok ...&lt;br /&gt;
i have knocked the package down ... ha ah aha ha ha ahaha i jus made tat up ..&lt;br /&gt;
lets laugh .. lets create a new society ,...&lt;br /&gt;
a society wher people can laugh ..&lt;br /&gt;
and a society wher people can. live ...!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;n the closest way to explain it to u guys in laymens terms so that everyone understands n appreciates its beauty..  ..and..but ..at the same time ..crticise it for what it is ,,,!! is this way
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&lt;br /&gt;take myself to be  not one but 2 persons
&lt;br /&gt;for instance let the two persons be "i" and "me"
&lt;br /&gt;(yes i m made of 2 persons they r i and me )
&lt;br /&gt;and the relation between i and me is pretty similar to the relation that exists between our governments and us
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&lt;br /&gt;"i" keeps lyin to "me"  ..
&lt;br /&gt;and still me keeps listenin to and keeps doin wateva i asks it to do ...
&lt;br /&gt;not beacuse me doesn knows tat i is lyin to him. he knows it very well .. he can tell the right from wrong.. but he still chooses to shut his eyes and keep doin wat eva i asks him to do..
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&lt;br /&gt;u wanna know y ...??
&lt;br /&gt;the reason is that me doesn wants to go against i .. i is very pushy ,,,!!
&lt;br /&gt;if u piss off i .. i will nag u
&lt;br /&gt;i will nag u with uter determination.
&lt;br /&gt;.i knows a lot o dirty triks  and blak magic out ther
&lt;br /&gt;i knows me's weaknesses ,, he usses it to keep me in control ,,!!
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&lt;br /&gt;to go against i ,me will have to show a lot of charecter .. me will have to show courage ...n me will have to show strenght
&lt;br /&gt;but me is weak .. it doesn have charecter ,, has lost its strenght and never knew wher to find courage from ..!1 so it chooses to pretend to not know tat wat i is askin it to do will lead to a path of destruction of me ..
&lt;br /&gt;me chooses convenience
&lt;br /&gt;me is doomed ,,,!!
&lt;br /&gt;me is pathetic .. it should be called meaaooww u puss ...!!
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&lt;br /&gt;gandhi said be the change u want to see in this world ...!!
&lt;br /&gt;its time..... me ......u woke up ...u dumb ass
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How long can u take it before u break ..!!?&lt;br /&gt;
failure is like a disease its thier in the air ,..!1 u catch it once it refuses to leave ur side ...&lt;br /&gt;
even before u know it people around u change ,,..their eyes taunt u with the loser tag ,,!&lt;br /&gt;
ther was a time when  u were fearless ,,,.. there  was nothin in ur mind that read i cant do ..&lt;br /&gt;
but  with consistent persistence of the failure tat is determined to stik by u.. u come to develope a kind of a self doubt ...its the worst kind of a coma u can ever get urself in ..!!&lt;br /&gt;
what do they think of me ,??,,wat will they think of me if i screw it up again ....?/&lt;br /&gt;
i don think i can face my self again ...!1&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
misreable u ,,.&lt;br /&gt;
it happens&lt;br /&gt;
shit happens ..!!!!!\&lt;br /&gt;
in fact&lt;br /&gt;
shitting is of utmost importance............ cause ....&lt;br /&gt;
unless u shit ...&lt;br /&gt;
u will jus simply keep on farting,,,,&lt;br /&gt;
lol...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
thers nothin u can do about wat happened ...!! its all in the past .. dont keep that alive .. dont keep ur failures alive ...&lt;br /&gt;
the best way to deal with failure is to not think about what all hanpened in the past ....carryin that heavy burden of failure around is like going to a race  carrying a a gas cylinder on ur shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;
not onli r all the racers trying to take u out but u r urself pushing urself down carrying around that huge burden .. i say throw it away lets run this race fair n give it a chance to win....&lt;br /&gt;
dont think about the future... it will scare u ..&lt;br /&gt;
will u win the race ??  will u loose the race ??? it doesn matter its once again another form of the manifestation of the fear tat failure has installed in u ...!!&lt;br /&gt;
the onli way to deal with failure is to shrug it off ,,,like a dog lets do it ,,\&lt;br /&gt;
stand staright n do the brrrrr&lt;br /&gt;
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the brrr  move ur body ... shake ur face till it vibrates on its own n cry out loud brrr&lt;br /&gt;
then jus feel it ,, be alive .. be here.. be present ...&lt;br /&gt;
we can do it ,\&lt;br /&gt;
yes we can ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;
:))&lt;br /&gt;
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Anger so DEEP it burns every fuking drop of&amp;nbsp; blood inside ur veins n feeds upon every lil frustration in ur life ..which is exactly the reason y it surges from within n drives u mad ,,,!!1&lt;br /&gt;
a point of frustration wher ur eyes r so blinded by ur wrath tht even the figment of the darkest possible act seems justified. all u want to do is destroy ,break, hurt, kill wat eva or who ever is infront of u ........&lt;br /&gt;
fed up of all the sacrifices n all the losses tht u suffered against life u say no more m i goin to take n e bull shit ...&lt;br /&gt;
u know the feeling when a kidd keeps irritatin u ..by hittin u or somethin n u keep on takin.it. cause u know  its jus a kid n he willl get bored of it in sometime but then he constantly nags u with utter determination to such extent wher u have to get up n teach tat guy a lesson&lt;br /&gt;
ya tat feeling multiplied by a hundered thousand times is wat i felt today....&lt;br /&gt;
i was so frustrated with everything n everyone .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
u wanna push me to my limits ,... okie then bring it on ..,...!!!! lets c how much u can take ....!!!&lt;br /&gt;
cause i don care if i m goin down ... i tho m as it is goin down .. i m takin u with me ..u wanna mess with me life  al right go ahead ..................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-1180116524174459425?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/60NcDLUUOJs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/1180116524174459425/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2011/03/fuk-u.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/1180116524174459425?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/1180116524174459425?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/60NcDLUUOJs/fuk-u.html" title="FUK U .....!!!" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2011/03/fuk-u.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIMRXk5cCp7ImA9Wx9aFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-4084819995827846565</id><published>2011-02-06T12:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:16:24.728-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-07T13:16:24.728-08:00</app:edited><title>soulochna aunty rocksss ...!!!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IQ_Ifd_kL_6wXojQ93kqAxyoOyw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IQ_Ifd_kL_6wXojQ93kqAxyoOyw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TVJbxpd5v0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/W4yHFxJaS0w/s1600/-drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TVJbxpd5v0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/W4yHFxJaS0w/s400/-drunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571616597513715522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lying down on the bed yesterday not because i had nothin to do ,,,1!&lt;br /&gt;i could have as usual played fifa or watched yet another already seen it 10 times episodes of friends or msgd  juhi but i choose to drop dead n lie on the bed lifeless ..n .ud think tat would have relaxed my already frustrated not satisfied with himself brain ... but instead  a million thots rushed past my head every sec mocking me pinching me laughin at me ....suddenly a tiny lil memory of the night i was most drunk came about from some wher like a ray of light admist all darkness n i grabed it with both my hands tight as if this was my onli oppurtunity to escape my minds horrible phase but it seemed to slip away with newer thots pourin in so i tightened my grip even more tried real hard to focus suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was back at lonavala .....................!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haldiya drivin his amazin snatro  on the express highway with elphants travellin in trucks n we all swingin to infity .......&lt;br /&gt;vyas unusally clean shaved !!&lt;br /&gt;rohan n his cousin drinkin beer in the car n me sliddin off for peein from the window on the santro when the door wudn open ...&lt;br /&gt;all along the way we wer  mocking our cars wheels n how they wer so unalignd  tht we wer definately goin to crash  out n also about the name of the bunglow we were lookin for&lt;br /&gt;we finally reached the bunglow ..(which btw even aftr tryin real hard i cudn recollect the exact name of the bunglow i think it was something with punch .. punchmukhi or pumchmatti or something like tat )&lt;br /&gt;sulochna aunty .... haldiya's bua 's bunglow ...!!..but the gate waas closed with no watchman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some how after jumping over the gate ......handling the dogs inside.... findin the gate keeper we all managed to get inside the bunglow ... n ud think the nigth uptilll now was crazy right well..nothin could have ever prepared me for the wildest night tat followed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had stopped drinkin some 3and half years bak but recently i had been to goa ..&lt;br /&gt;. goa oh goa ...&lt;br /&gt;wher obviously u have to drink ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what happens in goa stays in goa .. what happens in goa does count&lt;/span&gt; .. ne wayz&lt;br /&gt;so i had gotten bak to drinkin but i had said to my self tat tats it .. goa  was goa but from now on i won touch alcohol&lt;br /&gt;how ever the night was slowly gettin so wild tat i let my self go n went on drinkin ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;imperial blue .. first i took a sip wher vyas had one whole pek neat with water i don know if u call tat neat but tat must have been strong .. rohan ne tho khaba uthaya aur seedha ulta maa ki ..!!mein bhi mood mein agaya .. le ghapa ghap ...!!ek baad ek sip ..(yaah sip onli tats all i can take haan ) then we danced on . n on ,,,!!!we danced on /.... ON N ON  ..jhaha ha ha .!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly vyas comes in jumps n lands down with his one hand out right shoutin&lt;br /&gt;SULOCHNA AUNTY ROCKS ,,.,!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;we all flollwed his act.......... sulochana aunty roks ,.,,!!!&lt;br /&gt;sulochna aunty rockssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ah ah aha ha ha ah..!&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the song changd to tera hi jalwa&lt;br /&gt;the nigth went on n on with us callin maalpani at 4 am in the nigth&lt;br /&gt;vyas abusin rohans dads with his pure sacche dil se gaali di&lt;br /&gt;n a dozen crazy stuff which i cant write here for obvuios reasons&lt;br /&gt;n obviously the night ended with us all puking our asses away&lt;br /&gt;n the hang overs on the next day n t the trip ended with us listenin to onli low songs on the next day like soniyoo ...!!&lt;br /&gt;i found foto of abdullah khan on pune times which i kept with my self for special purpose lol..!1&lt;br /&gt;but before trip ends ther was yet another thing comin for us&lt;br /&gt;we had some 500 buks left&lt;br /&gt;so we sit to eat at mac donalds but before we buy n e thing  we do a chk&lt;br /&gt;250 rs mein petrol aa jayega tho lets eat for the rest of 250 buks&lt;br /&gt;we fukin didnt account for the toll tat wud come while goin bak  nn not onli till we spend all our money on food n wer on our way bak home on the highway did we realise we don have enough money to even pay for the tol how r we ever goin to make it bak to home&lt;br /&gt;humari gaadi toll pe khadi hai n we don have money to pay n we r all lughin like hell n these guuys the toll guys r thinkin  tat we r jookin or somethin .....&lt;br /&gt;vyas got down went to the car tht was behind n borrowed n got us the money oh fuk scene tha yeh tho ..!! right there hum ne decide kiya tht this trip deserves a blog post&lt;br /&gt;it just took me so long coz ther was so much to write&lt;br /&gt;this post is dedicated to sulocha aunty&lt;br /&gt;who jo bhi ho but&lt;br /&gt;su lochna  auuuunty roookssssssssssssss!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-4084819995827846565?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/D1zIJ_8eVdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/4084819995827846565/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2011/02/soulochna-aunty-rocksss.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/4084819995827846565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/4084819995827846565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/D1zIJ_8eVdA/soulochna-aunty-rocksss.html" title="soulochna aunty rocksss ...!!!" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TVJbxpd5v0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/W4yHFxJaS0w/s72-c/-drunk.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2011/02/soulochna-aunty-rocksss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAAQXk5eip7ImA9Wx9aFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-8624291598561433533</id><published>2010-12-21T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:19:00.722-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-07T13:19:00.722-08:00</app:edited><title>I REFUSE TO GROW UP ..!!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WAbAwFQpOFpjrE3OosCKZb-LIbg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WAbAwFQpOFpjrE3OosCKZb-LIbg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TRGs6fCzIxI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FDqNUC2XjNc/s1600/3791797795_58a60a53e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TRGs6fCzIxI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FDqNUC2XjNc/s400/3791797795_58a60a53e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553409936290161426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's just taken theee most Bizzare turn all of a sudden,,even before u can esimilate stuff,, in a spilt second things change and u wake up one fine morning just to the realise that you have turned into something u never wanted to be ,..and now thers no way bak .. its a trap ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trap tat life sets slowly and carefully around u making sure all that is asleep remain sound asleep till the plan is executed and then once it has been executed it will wake u up with a slap on ur face&lt;br /&gt;we r all  victims of it&lt;br /&gt;and if u haven realised it yet then  u r probably still asleep snoaring ur way into the heavenly dream ,,while life out there is literally fukin u ..in ur arse lol....(tat got a lil too harsh din  it .. okie may be not in the arse n e wayz)&lt;br /&gt;wake up people ..&lt;br /&gt;wake up before its too late&lt;br /&gt;before everything tat is u ..is lost !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u have been brought here ...in this world to stand the test of time&lt;br /&gt;the world is here to kill u ,,,!! it is plce where people learn to live like dead ...but the trik is to stay alive ..&lt;br /&gt;u see there is a spark in all of us ..!! something tat is totally and purely a 100% completely  u .&lt;br /&gt;tats wat defines u ...&lt;br /&gt;its who u r .. its y people hate u or like u ..!!&lt;br /&gt;and this world is after it ,. it will mock u .. hit u ....even flatter u .whatever it takes..and if nothing works it will trap u . like i have been fooled .. !1 it  will try all that it can to kil u not from the out .. that is still fine but from the inside ..&lt;br /&gt;but i m not givin up ...!1 not just yet ..!!!i have a lot of fight left in me  .. infact i have been saving it all this time for this onli ...&lt;br /&gt;no i m not scared of u life !! i will not change .for future i live in the present... i will not give up on my dreams my dreams r me ...i will not give up on myself ........ and if tats wat u mean by growin up world .. then ............!!!!!....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; i  REFUSE TO GROW UP ..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-8624291598561433533?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/AbmEj8o1HWQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/8624291598561433533/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-just-taken-theee-most-bizzare.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8624291598561433533?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8624291598561433533?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/AbmEj8o1HWQ/lifes-just-taken-theee-most-bizzare.html" title="I REFUSE TO GROW UP ..!!" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TRGs6fCzIxI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FDqNUC2XjNc/s72-c/3791797795_58a60a53e2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-just-taken-theee-most-bizzare.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDQH45eSp7ImA9WxFbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-6572976515179595105</id><published>2010-07-12T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:17:51.021-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-12T12:17:51.021-07:00</app:edited><title>my surprise b day party ,!! u have got to be kidding me</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UkQSNvAXYyvAy-75fLkyQmJLBp0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UkQSNvAXYyvAy-75fLkyQmJLBp0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www1.cs.columbia.edu/~sedwards/photos/kyle200505/20050430-8304%20Kyle%20scratching%20his%20head.jpg" src="http://www1.cs.columbia.edu/%7Esedwards/photos/kyle200505/20050430-8304%20Kyle%20scratching%20his%20head.jpg" height="282" width="346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok one of my close friend is trying to give me a surprise b day,,party&lt;br /&gt;she has the best intentions at heart i m sure but well if u know me u'll know its the worst thing u can do to me ,,,i m serious ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is she is trying so hard not let me know bout it ... tat she convinced even my brother to lie to me when i asked them wa they wer doing together ..;a lie i caught instantaneously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is i knew she was trying to throw me a surprise party even before anuj     lol..!!!ther was first sarika who told me bout it .. then my mother ...and now last of her allies to fail was anuj who tried i think his best but cudn go on n e further n he surrendred to the lie that i cuaght instanteously..&lt;br /&gt;the one funny thing i noticed was  well they r so aware of the fact that it is such a lame idea that they finally come up to me n tell it to me .with .a  i know its a lame idea i don know y m i even bieng a part of it nd helping her kinda expresion on thier faces .,,loll...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-6572976515179595105?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/dPUHLRD7LdE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/6572976515179595105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-surprise-b-day-party-u-have-got-to.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/6572976515179595105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/6572976515179595105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/dPUHLRD7LdE/my-surprise-b-day-party-u-have-got-to.html" title="my surprise b day party ,!! u have got to be kidding me" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-surprise-b-day-party-u-have-got-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMERHw6eCp7ImA9Wx5SFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-5628754364066399600</id><published>2010-07-12T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:50:05.210-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-12T15:50:05.210-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice to parents" /><title>mom , dad wats this " sex "...??/</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HgvnEhy7vMhDNHMlRkuDzNBFStA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HgvnEhy7vMhDNHMlRkuDzNBFStA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TGR04ca6l9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/0WjWs5AsCxg/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TGR04ca6l9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/0WjWs5AsCxg/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504653157604169682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the parents out there ,,!! who have thier kids in todays date as old as 5 or 6 ...and restrain from talkin bout or having public display of affection especially infront of kids should know kids now a days r movin way too  fast for thier age and they probably have tried stuff that even u cant think of ,.&lt;br /&gt;u think i m exagerattin ..??/ believe me .. ther r things ; horrifying things that i hear these days that not just move even me to the core (imagine something movin  ,,,,,,,;meeeee....!!1 lol yes stop thinkin dirty u perverts i m talkin serious shit here ...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5 or 6 i didnt even knew wat the diff b/w a gal n a guy was ...i used to think the parents have a mutual agreement as to if they want a boy or a girl and then they grow him up as agreed&lt;br /&gt;u know if they agrred upon a boy its fine but if they agreed upon a gal they wud  just choose to make him wear diff clothes grow his hair  hair and all .. i used to think poor lil gals they didn get to choose thier sex ,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not untill i saw a doctor deliver a baby to his mom n declaring him a boy in one of the 80's bollywood movie  that i realised its not the parents who decide the sex of the baby its the doctor  .. i distinctly rememebr askin dad one day  bout all the unanswered queries in my head ...(i knew even at tat time it was not a thing to be asked to mom.. kids r not as stupid as u think they r )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lookin bak at them .. these were questions no parent in the world wants to be asked ..!1&lt;br /&gt;wats the diff b/w a boy and a girl ?&lt;br /&gt;y is it that onli after marriage a child comes ?&lt;br /&gt;and the worst of all ...&lt;br /&gt;wats sex ,,,??&lt;br /&gt;my dads face had gone all red he looked from over the table to the sofa placed at the faar off corner wher mom was sittin with the kind of expression ...&lt;br /&gt;i don know wat to say ... u din train me to answer these questions ....!!! s he big anough to know bout it !1 shouls i tell him ??&lt;br /&gt;i remember feelin all stupid bout askin my dad those questions when i finally came to know wat sex is in 7 th std ,,&lt;br /&gt;vikram told me .,.. i begged him to tell me bout it ,, he wudn believe i din already  kknew bout it..&lt;br /&gt;i rmemeber the exact words ,,,&lt;br /&gt;he had said .!! just like u have tat thing inplace of tat gals have _____(not writtin the exact words u know wat i mena ) n u have to place ur thing in the____ .!! the amazing thing is if its the right girl it fits properly and this part i m not jokin or makin it up i distincly remember he said roatate the fx by 30 degrees ,,,!! u will pop out and thats how the miracle of birth takes place,,!!1 lol...,.,,lol...!!! if u r wonderin wat did my dad say&lt;br /&gt;well he didnt tel me what sex was... he went like i will tell u bout it when u get a lil more older&lt;br /&gt;he tried his best to answer my qewstions as politely and as patienly as n e one possibly can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n e wayz ....!! and  listenin to these kids now a days and bout thier kaarnamaeys in the school and stuff mhan.. i just feel something is definately very wrong out ther in world,,!1&lt;br /&gt;the younger generations have to deal with much more pressure at thier age then what we had to deal with ,,,!!&lt;br /&gt;so in a jist wat i m tryin to say is if ur kid hasn realli asked mom dad what is sex .?.. it doesn mean he is oblivioust it .or he is in good company .. infact it means total opposite of it ..it mostly means he knows bout it ,,, he probably has had it ,, and may be evene much more ,,,&lt;br /&gt;so its better tat he comes to know bout wat sex is from proper source like u then from some wher else.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TGR0PloKeTI/AAAAAAAAAgM/po3A-DDIKMI/s1600/realsexed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TGR0PloKeTI/AAAAAAAAAgM/po3A-DDIKMI/s400/realsexed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504652455701018930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-5628754364066399600?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/FfD65IA6C5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/5628754364066399600/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/07/mom-dad-what-is-this-sex.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/5628754364066399600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/5628754364066399600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/FfD65IA6C5s/mom-dad-what-is-this-sex.html" title="mom , dad wats this &quot; sex &quot;...??/" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TGR04ca6l9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/0WjWs5AsCxg/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/07/mom-dad-what-is-this-sex.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGR3s-eyp7ImA9WxFbGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-8328017872347248631</id><published>2010-07-10T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:22:06.553-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-11T07:22:06.553-07:00</app:edited><title>Loll.......!!!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kGB8GoWJyifYXWgYAS_6cf8_An4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kGB8GoWJyifYXWgYAS_6cf8_An4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Arab  Sheikh's Son (Nasser) studying in Germany e-mailed his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dad saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear  Dad-Berlin is wonderful, people are nice and I really like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;it here.  But Dad, I am bit ashamed 2 arrive 2 my college with my Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mercedes, when all my Teachers travel by train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" class="text_exposed_hide" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your  Nasser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sheikh Replies his son "Loving son, Twenty Million Dollars  transferred to your account, please stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;embarrassing us, go and  get urself a train too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-8328017872347248631?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/c23IdfVJGYM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/8328017872347248631/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/07/loll.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8328017872347248631?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8328017872347248631?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/c23IdfVJGYM/loll.html" title="Loll.......!!!" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/07/loll.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGRH47eCp7ImA9WxFUFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-8886455352666553811</id><published>2010-06-27T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T04:43:45.000-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-27T04:43:45.000-07:00</app:edited><title>tv in the bathroom ...!!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_0TlfdFMmJ7aGNffM_vRCgcuXA8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_0TlfdFMmJ7aGNffM_vRCgcuXA8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 314px; height: 417px;" alt="http://www.leestreet.com/images/toilet-funny.jpg" src="http://www.leestreet.com/images/toilet-funny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently stumbled upon this video on one of my frns juhi 's fb wall that gave a delightful insight as to how mens n womens brain work ,..&lt;br /&gt;the way he put it was that men have a part of the brain called the nothing part ,,,this part has nothing in it .. n we just love to go to our nothing part in the brain n just hang out there ,,,u know in peace ,,&lt;br /&gt;n womens brain is so filled with all the cheeeeszzz and jaaazzzz of the heavy electrical activity going on in thier brain that they cant even imagine doing nothing at all ,,,,!!!&lt;br /&gt;infact nothing in the world can probably iiritate a women more than to see a man just sitting out ther n doing simply nothing . it irritates her more than rakhi sawant ..or himesh reshamiya ,,it irrritates them to the core  ,,,!!&lt;br /&gt;and on the other hand the onli thing men might love more than retreating in thier nothing box is well no points for guessing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sex&lt;/span&gt;..loll&lt;br /&gt;so i don know bout u guys in particular but i agree to this completely ,,&lt;br /&gt;my mom is exactly like that ,,&lt;br /&gt;she sees someone in peace with himself n she just cant stand it..&lt;br /&gt;n then she has to make up some work or find some other way to destroy ur peace  so that  she finds her peace (which is basically when u r not at peace ),,,!!!&lt;br /&gt;i use to hate this when i was small ,,,&lt;br /&gt;i used to just love watching the tv .. but i cud never do tat in peace&lt;br /&gt;if it was after noon she would give me some work ,,&lt;br /&gt;if it was evening she wud give me a lecture that at evenings go out side and play ..&lt;br /&gt;if it was night u cant eat food with watching tv ,,&lt;br /&gt;n the lamest of all her excuses wud be&lt;br /&gt;koi subha subha uth kar tv on karta hai kya band kar .. iss ghar mein no tv in the morning&lt;br /&gt;wtf ,,??  tat is not even a valid reason ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n e wayz the onli place wher she could do nothing to destroy my peace of mind  was when i was in the bath room ...&lt;br /&gt;bathroom suddenlly became the most sacred place in the house for me ...!!&lt;br /&gt;i would spend hours in the bathroom even though my daily bathroom chores were over just so that i can enjoy some me time ...&lt;br /&gt;n i would think  man it would be amazing if we had a tv in here.&lt;br /&gt;i would never get out ther ever ,.,,lol...!!&lt;br /&gt;so thought when i  grow up i will put a tv in the bathroom...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however recently i happened to go to itc maratha ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;n this what happened&lt;br /&gt;okie i m out ther n i have to pee so i go to the bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;it so happens they had my dream come true bathroom out ther&lt;br /&gt;u know just wher u pee thers this lcd right in front of u ,,!!&lt;br /&gt;n for all those gals out ther who neva been to a guys bathroom .well u just will have to imagine it .&lt;br /&gt;u know have u seen munna bhai lage raho in that they have shown mens room ,,yaa just like tat but with a lcd at each&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ,,pee spot&lt;/span&gt; should i call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n e wayz i take the position ,i unzip n look up n well  see the guy who is reading the news in the lcd ..suddenly i realise he was looking at me n it freaked me out ,,,!!&lt;br /&gt;okie i know he is in the tv but still ...!!i felt like i was being watched ,,!!&lt;br /&gt;infact it freaked me out so much that&lt;br /&gt;i put the package back in the zip  ..n just went out o ther without even relieving myself .!!1&lt;br /&gt;it was creapy man ;llol,,,,&lt;br /&gt;so moral of the story ...&lt;br /&gt;tv in the bathroom not such a good idea afterall ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;i have had a lot o good ideas this was just not one o them ..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-8886455352666553811?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/dVGdtCyf3UM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/8886455352666553811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/06/tv-in-bathroom.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8886455352666553811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8886455352666553811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/dVGdtCyf3UM/tv-in-bathroom.html" title="tv in the bathroom ...!!" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/06/tv-in-bathroom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQASXw9eyp7ImA9WxFUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-8919115932454594706</id><published>2010-06-21T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:35:48.263-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-21T16:35:48.263-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="priety zinta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twinkle khanna" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short hait" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot chicks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="halley berry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiera knightley" /><title>advice to girls ..!!!</title><content type="html">
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u got the point "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie on a serious note ,,,&lt;br /&gt;the thing with us guys is     !!!,,,,we r attracted to all women ...!!1&lt;br /&gt;ur hairstyle  doesn realli matter untill ofcourse ur bald then tats a completely diff thing .lol..&lt;br /&gt;but other wise we are okie with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot o guys like long hair on gals or atleast thats wat they think but seriously guys  i don think u would be n e less atrracted to gals with short hair who have bigger how should i say it "heart " or "area around the heart " or oh "lips" and and 'hips ' oh i m just going to drop it this is just lame&lt;br /&gt;i cant keep up with this not using un appropriate word so..im just going to go with the flow .&lt;br /&gt;wat i mean is well bigger boobs n big ass ...&lt;br /&gt;u got the point .dont get me wrong i m just trying to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infact studies suggest that men find women with shorter hair more hot ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;okie i just made tat up&lt;br /&gt;.but tats cause i like gals with shorter hair ,!!! i find them hot&lt;br /&gt;even though they may not posses the required assests i still seem to cant get my mind off them for a more longer time than it happens with gals with longer hair ..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be its cause u rearely find a gal with short hair.. its like out o the bush  or some  thing diff  for the eyes.i don kno wat it is  but they seem to blow my  mind .away..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wud suugest u all to get a shorter haircut .n by short i don neccesarrily mean halley berry boycut hair ,,&lt;br /&gt;hair to the shoulder lenght is also called short like scarlet jhoanson in match point whooa ..!!&lt;br /&gt;for an indian exmple take preity zinta in koi mil gay or twinkle khanna in baad shah&lt;br /&gt;besides isnt it a big truoble for u gals to maintain tat hair&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;next time u r thinkin of chopping of ur hair cause of the heat but then end up keeping long hair to attract guys well dont ..we dont deserve it as it is just go n get those babbies chopped ,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catbirdseat.org/catbirdseat/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="yoono-image" style="width: 607px; height: 808px;" src="http://www.catbirdseat.org/catbirdseat/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-8919115932454594706?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/RvmzcLh_-M0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/8919115932454594706/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/06/advice-to-girls.html#comment-form" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8919115932454594706?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8919115932454594706?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/RvmzcLh_-M0/advice-to-girls.html" title="advice to girls ..!!!" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/TB_21TLld3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/ciunls9vJFM/s72-c/Keira-Knightley-2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/06/advice-to-girls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGSX47fSp7ImA9WxFVGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-4921333641587904686</id><published>2010-06-19T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:00:28.005-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-19T12:00:28.005-07:00</app:edited><title>the worlds biggest penis</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6DTyRxCmCEWJoRdE0cY3Kg7X9UQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6DTyRxCmCEWJoRdE0cY3Kg7X9UQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="yoono-image" style="width: 570px; height: 564px;" src="http://cdn-www.answerbag.com/images/answers/1591280/7209527/TheLargestPenisintheWorld2.jpg?1271539208a" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;the biggest penis  indeed belongs to the  biggest animal: the blue whale. The largest  measured penis reached 2,4  m (8 feet)&lt;br /&gt;Accurate measurements are difficult to be made because  the whale's erect  length can only be observed during mating. +4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-4921333641587904686?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/diX7ZJh-Tu4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/4921333641587904686/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/06/worlds-biggest-penis.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/4921333641587904686?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/4921333641587904686?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/diX7ZJh-Tu4/worlds-biggest-penis.html" title="the worlds biggest penis" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/06/worlds-biggest-penis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HRH84eCp7ImA9WxFWFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-67929211178435438</id><published>2010-06-02T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:27:15.130-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-02T12:27:15.130-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bunjee jumping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scuba diving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock climbing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fav" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ipad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="not back" /><title>I M not BAck //....!!!</title><content type="html">
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okie i had some of my friends come over to my place for project work n all ,...in between the brakes(well actually we use to take more brakes than what we workd but wateva ) we wud go online n all ..&lt;br /&gt;
so this frn of mine starts talkin to one o the gals online in my frn list ..&lt;br /&gt;
i  stoppd him at first but then it just got so out o hand n hillarious that i just let it be&lt;br /&gt;
now i swear this is the actual convi of thier talk on fb&lt;br /&gt;
i just altered the convi as in erased the time n wrote boy instead of my name(well my name wud have appeared cause he was talkin thru my fb account ) n gal instead of the gals actual name n added the comments in the bracket but the rest of the convi is as it is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy: HEY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal: hey!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy: how r u&lt;br /&gt;
??&lt;br /&gt;
wher have u been&lt;br /&gt;
!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
m good&lt;br /&gt;
wat abt u?&lt;br /&gt;
i was here only&lt;br /&gt;
just didnt cum online...:P:P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
m good ,,,&lt;br /&gt;
~~~~&lt;br /&gt;
so wats up ...??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
nothin...&lt;br /&gt;
just the usual&lt;br /&gt;
u sy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
wat u doin rite now??&lt;br /&gt;
xcept for chattin on fb&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
well,&lt;br /&gt;
time pass!&lt;br /&gt;
:P:P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
ha....safe answer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
nothin like tht ya&lt;br /&gt;
uploaded some photos&lt;br /&gt;
n now checkin out my frnds bday pics&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
hmmm......good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
:):)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy: hey nice dp ,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
thanx..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
guy:&lt;br /&gt;
u like wearing huge glares or wat&lt;br /&gt;
???&lt;br /&gt;
thias one is lookin good on u though&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
i was anticipatin tht&lt;br /&gt;
??&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
how cum u didnt comment on my glares1&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
lolll...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
:P:P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
loll... arrre u don like it wqhen i comment bout ur glares kya ??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
nothin like tht&lt;br /&gt;
was just kiddin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
no its ok....i also dont lyk someone commentin on my glares&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
its absolutely fine wid me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
by the way glares kitne&lt;br /&gt;
ka&lt;br /&gt;
liya??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
kyun?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
just wanna know if its original&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
well&lt;br /&gt;
its not&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
nice....anyways original glares are overrated&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
hmm...&lt;br /&gt;
i prefer takin originals&lt;br /&gt;
but this one was gifted to me by one of my cousins&lt;br /&gt;
n i know its not original&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
arre....i sais overrated ....not overpriced.....why u not replyin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
wat u mean by overrated?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
loll&lt;br /&gt;
mujhe bhi nai maaloom....ek hollywood movie se uthaya              (lol this is the point wher we started laughin ,,,, laughin like hell!!.. n it has just started )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
wat?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:                                                             (now knowing that he has screwed up he is trying to                                                       damage control ..  but he just                keeps falling more n                                        more into the pit he created for  himself)&lt;br /&gt;
exactly wat&lt;br /&gt;
i get drunk sometimes (at this point i shout at him (we wer taking his case )dude u cant tell her tat i drink wtd have u done so he goes )&lt;br /&gt;
no no....i take that last sentence back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
r u drunk?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy;&lt;br /&gt;
no.......i wasa just kiddin&lt;br /&gt;
u werent replyn na....so     (we r laughing like hell ha haha ha )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal;&lt;br /&gt;
u hav gone crazy!&lt;br /&gt;
anywat i gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;
anyway*&lt;br /&gt;
will catch u sometime later&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
thanks a lot!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
cya&lt;br /&gt;
tc&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
mission accomplished&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
wat mission?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
by the way i was just typin wat my frnds were tellin me to type&lt;br /&gt;
wat???                (he tries another escape route out to make things right .cause now he thinks itshis fault that tat gal will never speak to me again...but is not sure if it was the right thing to do....)&lt;br /&gt;
i'm still kiddin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:     (loll....gal gets freaked out i guess )&lt;br /&gt;
good&lt;br /&gt;
now&lt;br /&gt;
cya..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy;&lt;br /&gt;
were rite&lt;br /&gt;
i've gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;
shit......amn's back ....i gotta go.....bye!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then ther was no reply but the gal didnt go off line so&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
wats goin on?&lt;br /&gt;
(pause for a while still no reply)&lt;br /&gt;
the song frm salaam namaste??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
bye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
ruko ruko....saade barah nahi baje ab tak&lt;br /&gt;
sorry.....its paune barah baje&lt;br /&gt;
sorry slip of tongue....no no fingers&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gal:&lt;br /&gt;
lissen i thnk u hav gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;
so ill ttyl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
boy:&lt;br /&gt;
yeah u rite.....bye&lt;br /&gt;
was wonderful talkin to you....&lt;br /&gt;
i'll leave now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
..................................................end .....................................................&lt;br /&gt;
ha ha ha h aha ha ah ah&lt;br /&gt;
loll...!!! i thought i shud share it with u guys&lt;br /&gt;
wat i actually want to show u gals is ... how hard it can be for some guys to talk to u ,,,!!!&lt;br /&gt;
n tats all because u guys r so scary to them ...!!&lt;br /&gt;
these r not uncool ppl ...they just get a lil awkward around u ppl ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;
so please cut them some slack ...loll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-1177980639833212602?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/WnDZW3WtKV8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/1177980639833212602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/05/worst-online-chat-eva.html#comment-form" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/1177980639833212602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/1177980639833212602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/WnDZW3WtKV8/worst-online-chat-eva.html" title="the worst online chat eva ...!!!" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S-rStYmXjAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/tFJvkxqw3SM/s72-c/1194984513646717809chat_icon_01.svg.med.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/05/worst-online-chat-eva.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUESXY6eyp7ImA9WxFQFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-7739423446673520951</id><published>2010-04-10T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T04:36:48.813-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-12T04:36:48.813-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car" /><title>the gir whoes car i banged ..!!!!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JXxx-gNdJNgCPVx4HMBMt92EhUU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JXxx-gNdJNgCPVx4HMBMt92EhUU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S8DusO7gxWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/g1Smey5IbYg/s1600/allison-camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S8DusO7gxWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/g1Smey5IbYg/s400/allison-camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458625192062403938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually when u bump or scratch ur car or some one elses car  its a bad thing right ...??&lt;br /&gt;okie imagine this&lt;br /&gt;i scartch my car with this red swift ..which turns out ,belongs to this chick ...~~~&lt;br /&gt;wud u still think banging or scrathing ur car was such a bad thing tat happened to u ..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolll ther she is standing at my window saying all nice things .. or wait wer those abuses ..??&lt;br /&gt;ahh doesn matter every word she says is so sweet..&lt;br /&gt;it took me a while to absorb the situation  cause this kinda a thing neva happens to me .. neva !!&lt;br /&gt;i always go the theatre or travel by train hoping n praying to god that the seat next to me wud atleast someday be allocated to a gal .. it neva comes ture .. n now when i give up hope .n when i least expect it ..GOD listened ,, or did he made a mistake cause m pretty sure purposely he wud neva want me to meet women m sure he does all he can to keep me away from them...&lt;br /&gt;may be my rahu n khetu wer in the right direction today lolll what eva might be the reason nonetheless the truth stood ther at my window.. i suddenly came to my senses ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r u blind&lt;br /&gt;dikhayee nahi deta ...??&lt;br /&gt;khadi gaadi ko bhi thok diya ..&lt;br /&gt;gaadi chalne nahi aati tho chalata kyon hai ...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was a bit angry ,,(or may be more than a bit )&lt;br /&gt;she looked so cute even when she was so angry ...!!&lt;br /&gt;suddenly she noticed the omg what have i done expression on my face n stopped for a while (or may be she noticed that i was dumb struck by her )&lt;br /&gt;the wierd guy that i m ... i smiled may be on her cuteness or probably on the situation tat i was in&lt;br /&gt;not knowing wat to say..i did the peculiar aman arre arre arre m realli sorry .. n then touched my hiar ...!!&lt;br /&gt;tat worked like a charm ..&lt;br /&gt;it calmed her down a bit ..she was still saying ki dude this is not done n all but she was also at the same time now smillin a bit here n ther...&lt;br /&gt;n  e wayz we talkd it out ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;i told her tat i will contact her n fix her car up .!!! n by the end of it all we came to good terms with each other ..!!&lt;br /&gt;infact it all went so nice tat now i m thinkin of doing this on regular basis u know when eva u want to tlk to some new chick .. jus go n bang her car n tats it ..!!1 a whole new way of hitting on  gals ,,,,loll hai ki nahi good idea  ??? haan GOD works in mysterious ways doesn he  ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-7739423446673520951?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/F-8wGhRs4Ts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/7739423446673520951/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/04/gir-whoes-car-i-banged.html#comment-form" title="28 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/7739423446673520951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/7739423446673520951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/F-8wGhRs4Ts/gir-whoes-car-i-banged.html" title="the gir whoes car i banged ..!!!!" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S8DusO7gxWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/g1Smey5IbYg/s72-c/allison-camera.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>28</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/04/gir-whoes-car-i-banged.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ER3kzfyp7ImA9WxFTGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-4479887628698388062</id><published>2010-04-06T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:28:26.787-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-09T23:28:26.787-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fav" /><title>the most intresting scratch on my car ..</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gQHNUaE7v-bAM-0Okx5pXJzXlrA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gQHNUaE7v-bAM-0Okx5pXJzXlrA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S7tjjESLtzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HNDj8oIKtPc/s1600/2953203581_2bef5e9bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S7tjjESLtzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HNDj8oIKtPc/s400/2953203581_2bef5e9bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457064827586066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 5 pm ...&lt;br /&gt;i m done with my coll n m on my way bak home .&lt;br /&gt;my dad who usuallly refuses to believe that his 10 year old maruti 800 is a garbage suddenly wakes up this month n within  4 weeks buys a '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;second hand&lt;/span&gt; swift' loll..&lt;br /&gt;so i land up with the old white but familar ; so easy to drive maruti ,.which is totally fine by me ..in fact i cudn have asked for n e thing more .(actually on 2 nd thoughts may be a pulsar 220 or 180 atleast or even 150 wud do .. but still even this is fine )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i get in my car ...!!1&lt;br /&gt;my heads still filled with all the assignments that i have to submit ,,&lt;br /&gt;a lady crosses by so i have to slow down then i race the poor old engine of my maruti yet again .&lt;br /&gt;but before i cud catch speed i hit traffic n i had put on brakes ,,,&lt;br /&gt;i hate traffic .,.its maddening these days ...however to my advantage maruti is a small car n can be zip zapped around the traffic . n especially when its in my hands i like to push the boundarys of my car n see how far can i take it n how efficiently i can command it ...&lt;br /&gt;which can be wrongly intrepeted by others who sit in my car as rash driving .. but i wud  like to differ&lt;br /&gt;i have been driving since the past4 years now ,,n besides the initial learning days i haven crashed or bumped or got my car scratched ever..irrespective of whatu guys call as my rash driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n e wayz moving on ..so in my attempt to see how far can i take my small little car .. i somehow took it a lil too far i guess ,,....&lt;br /&gt;ther was this red swift . exactly like the one my dad bought standing ther . the rear of the swift and the head of the bus had what i thought just enough space for my lil maruti to swoop in or atleast tatss wat i thought ..!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know .. we experience a thud n i hear a screathing sound from the left door ..but i was too in to to back out now the bus had started to move so i carried on&lt;br /&gt;it turns out the rear end of the swift the one that buldges out a lil n my left door wer literally rubbing against each other each other ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(result was a big fat red line all across my whole  left side as if it was some kind of a crazy  car tatto ,,!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i pull over my car n before i can get out of my car i see in the side view mirror some one getting out of the swift..i checked my pockets n  i had onli 20 buks left with me n right ther i knew i was  in deep shit&lt;br /&gt;so i kept to my seat n didnt get out of car ...this person comes over  all angry n in order to have a go at me the person bends a lil at my window&lt;br /&gt;it turns out she is this realli realli realli cute chick ....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:i will  finish the story in the other part .. soorry gtg now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-4479887628698388062?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/p06qXCLJLz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/4479887628698388062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-intresting-scratch-on-my-car.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/4479887628698388062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/4479887628698388062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/p06qXCLJLz4/most-intresting-scratch-on-my-car.html" title="the most intresting scratch on my car .." /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S7tjjESLtzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HNDj8oIKtPc/s72-c/2953203581_2bef5e9bee.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-intresting-scratch-on-my-car.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHSHc-fSp7ImA9WxBbEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-2546728789647597993</id><published>2010-03-09T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:17:19.955-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-09T08:17:19.955-08:00</app:edited><title>wat to do ..??</title><content type="html">
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with me though its the other way round my mindless heart prevails over the heartless mind .. wat to do ..???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-2546728789647597993?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/63ERBZBHHBY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/2546728789647597993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/03/wat-to-do.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/2546728789647597993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/2546728789647597993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/63ERBZBHHBY/wat-to-do.html" title="wat to do ..??" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/03/wat-to-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCQHcyeSp7ImA9WxBUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-8035213597896256292</id><published>2010-02-26T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:27:41.991-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-26T07:27:41.991-08:00</app:edited><title>THE MAN AND THE GEESE</title><content type="html">
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There was once a man who didn’t believe in God, and he didn’t hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays. His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and Jesus, despite his disparaging comments.&lt;br /&gt;
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One snowy Eve, his wife was taking their children to service in the farm community in which they lived.  They were to talk about Jesus’ birth. She asked him to come, but he refused ‘That story is nonsense!’ he said. ‘Why would God lower Himself to come to Earth as a man?  That’s ridiculous!’&lt;br /&gt;
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So she and the children left, and he stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;
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A while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blizzard.  As the man looked out the window, all he saw was a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening. Then he heard a loud thump.  Something had hit the window.&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked out, but couldn’t see more than a few feet.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the snow let up a little, he ventured outside to see what could have been beating on his window.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the field near his house he saw a flock of wild geese. Apparently they had been flying south for the winter when they got caught in the snowstorm and couldn’t go on. They were lost and stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter. They just flapped their wings and flew around the field in low circles, blindly and aimlessly. A couple of them had flown into his window, it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man felt sorry for the geese and wanted to help them. The barn would be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It’s warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm.   So he walked over to the barn and opened the doors wide, then watched and waited, hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside.   But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and didn’t seem to notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man tried to get their attention, but that just seemed to scare them, and they moved further away.  He went into the house and came with some bread, broke it up, and made a bread crumb trail leading to the barn. They still didn’t catch on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them and tried to shoo them toward the barn, but they only got more scared and scattered in every direction except toward the barn.  Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where they would be warm and safe.  ‘Why don’t they follow me?!’ he exclaimed.  ‘Can’t they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm?’&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn’t follow a human ‘If only I were a goose, then I could save them,’ he said out loud.&lt;br /&gt;
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would the fact that i have got 2 kts bother n e one ...?would it bother mother.. my mom .or . my dad ,,??&lt;br /&gt;is this all u guys care bout in the world??&lt;br /&gt;n suddenly u realise&lt;br /&gt;tat ....&lt;br /&gt;u r on the busride to the theatre by now . u see dirt .. u see filth... u smell stress ...people cursing each other .some out loud some in thier minds .. i can hear it all .. y can i hear it all ?? is ther something worng with me ?? . u ridicule it but u enjoy it ..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then u see her ...gleaming eyes n those..... bornish black hair n that frown that she is trying to make up cause i m late n i cudn meet the fucking deadline (she is not realli angry with me.. this i know ..u girls cant realli fake stuff ...u think we don know it but we know it .. we know it when u r faking it up ,,,,!!1 if u know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then u see her eyes yeah those gleaming ones full of water with the biggest smile on her face n the movie screen running the THE END part ... n u say .. thats y i live ...!!&lt;br /&gt;thats my prupose ,,,??&lt;br /&gt;n then u hold her in ur arms ... n u dont want to let go of her ..... ever&lt;br /&gt;..but then u remember OH MY GOD TINA ..&lt;br /&gt;ahh shit another fucking deadline ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.lollll...m just kidding ...spoiled it for u din i ,,,,soory cudn resisit it .&lt;br /&gt;i could read ur mind to seriously is ther something wrong with me ....??&lt;br /&gt;(this is a fiction post btw ,,,,!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S4BUBecUxPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fz9Qmip_dUk/s1600-h/Waiting_for_the_sun_again_by_lassekongo83.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S4BT7-71haI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fOl5RXSSCQU/s1600-h/orange-abstract-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S4BT7-71haI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fOl5RXSSCQU/s400/orange-abstract-art.jpg" border="0" height="251" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-8409278044607941911?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/9vOD296uaws" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/8409278044607941911/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/02/fucking-dead-lines.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8409278044607941911?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/8409278044607941911?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/9vOD296uaws/fucking-dead-lines.html" title="The fucking dead lines.......////" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S4BVEeOEcTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AOySblKKA7Y/s72-c/91463-bigthumbnail.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/02/fucking-dead-lines.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MFQn84fSp7ImA9WxFSEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-7787863755421627679</id><published>2010-02-07T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:43:33.135-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-11T11:43:33.135-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fav" /><title>MR n Mrs Smith ...</title><content type="html">
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i m hoping today will be the day ...!!! oh how did ur date go last night ....!!!&lt;br /&gt;mr smith : it wasn bad ..but she is not as good as u in bed .u know ;;no wild experients no crazy stuff just plain boring old fashioned ....we should probably keep our voices low she is still in the bedroom ...i want to be gone before she wakes up ...&lt;br /&gt;mrs smith : don worry i will take care of  it .. i will tell her tat u r not a good guy .. n then open her to the "already married" suspense ....!!!&lt;br /&gt;mr smith : no i have already told her bout our marriage ....!!!&lt;br /&gt;mrs smith : n she still went out with u ...!!! she must be a bitch .. ahh she desrves it ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;mr smith : loll... what ever i like her so take it easy on her ..!!1..&lt;br /&gt;mrs smith : u like her even more than me ,,,,?&lt;br /&gt;mr smith : may be ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;mrs smith : u son of a bitch ...&lt;br /&gt;mr smith : loll i was just hoarsing around ......u know thers not a chance in the world...&lt;br /&gt;i love u sweety ..&lt;br /&gt;n then he catches her by both his hands around her shoulder looks  her straight in her eyes ..&lt;br /&gt;she says she loves him too&lt;br /&gt;n they kiss ....&lt;br /&gt;thier tounges meet she grabs him by his hairs n starts pulling on them&lt;br /&gt;n then the phone rings ...   !! the mouths r not willing to leave each other ... but she tears them apart with a hard push to his chest n then grabs the phone ...answers the ring ...!!&lt;br /&gt;hey brad ..... how u doing ,,,,, then looks at mr smith : whoes lips r still locked in the exact same position as they wer when he was kissing her...&lt;br /&gt;n then she winks ,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;n he smiles ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do love n sex have to be related together ...??&lt;br /&gt;cant it be that u love someone with all ur herat n stilll keep having strong physical feelings for others....?&lt;br /&gt;i mean y is it such a big deal in a relationship if u sleep with someone else ....??&lt;br /&gt;see mr n mrs smith r doing fine ...rnt they ...!!??&lt;br /&gt;(thats another thing that they r a figment of my immagination..;p produced strictly to bring forth one point ....&lt;br /&gt;do love n sex have to be connected ??!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S2-9jd4RQoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xSTEYgOf-p4/s1600-h/abercrombie-fitch-couple-standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S2-9jd4RQoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xSTEYgOf-p4/s400/abercrombie-fitch-couple-standing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435771692273189506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S2-9j0wbUlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nXs4Zv1curA/s1600-h/182713__05Homermarge_l.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-7787863755421627679?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/aWP99YpG5XQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/7787863755421627679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/02/mr-n-mrs-smith.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/7787863755421627679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/7787863755421627679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/aWP99YpG5XQ/mr-n-mrs-smith.html" title="MR n Mrs Smith ..." /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/S2-9j0wbUlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nXs4Zv1curA/s72-c/182713__05Homermarge_l.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/02/mr-n-mrs-smith.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08NSXczfSp7ImA9WxBUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898333094651731767.post-6825958041994649116</id><published>2010-01-30T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:38:18.985-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-01T22:38:18.985-08:00</app:edited><title>SAve TIGERS ?? realli ?? okie ..!!!</title><content type="html">
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.......!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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just wanted to shout ..!!1&lt;br /&gt;
shout out loud ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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ajj kal ki dunia mein chilana gunha hai..&lt;br /&gt;
lathi charge karke jail mein daal detein hai ..&lt;br /&gt;
par dheerse bolo tho kisi ko sunayee kahan deta hai ...!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;
(meaning to make urself heard be loud n clear )&lt;br /&gt;
strange world we live in ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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ne wayz mein isliye  chila raha hoon .. ki&lt;br /&gt;
i saw this add on tv by aircell the telecom service company in india..!!bout save tigers ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;
awaaz utaaahoo .... sirf 1411 tigers bach gaye hai in india ...!!tho is liye mein awaaz utha raha hoon&lt;br /&gt;
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i have neva realli understood .when these guys say ki don go against mother nature save tigers ..&lt;br /&gt;
mein hamesha soochta tha ..&lt;br /&gt;
ki tigers extinct ho rahe hai ,,,, yeh tho acchi baat hai naa.. less chance of me being eaten by one ... u know&lt;br /&gt;
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now i know all the evolution n the balance of equillibrium n all ki if tigers wont be ther deerrs n the rabits n all thier poppulation will grow ..n the equilliribum will be lost..&lt;br /&gt;
but then again how is tat a problem ,,,!!???&lt;br /&gt;
better than having tigers y not have more of rabbits n deers n goats .. n whateva else the tigers eat ...!!&lt;br /&gt;
besides going acrooss the line to make sure the tigers remain safe when mother nature is trying to make them extinct isnt that going against nature .....!! what an irony&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;besides in one of the stories that i heard bout tigers ..the tiger eats up the guy who saves him from the cage ..&lt;br /&gt;
so y do they want to save them ...!!again ..??&lt;br /&gt;
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u know what i think .. this is just a gimmic by aircell to gain a good image among the people&lt;br /&gt;
all they care bout  is  makking a mollah from the smses n blogs&lt;br /&gt;
n e ways ,, probably the onli reason y i m blogging this is because ...&lt;br /&gt;
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1) recently i have been bloggin bout all crazy stuffs u know .. so y not do somthing more meaningful&lt;br /&gt;
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2) besides wheneva as a child  i wud go to a zoo or a circus it wud mainly be to see my fav animal tiger,,,&lt;br /&gt;
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i used to love hearing stories bout tigers ..&lt;br /&gt;
now if they get extinct which stories will i tell to my grand child ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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so even though aircell took this campaign up just so that people sms n&lt;br /&gt;
blog through its aircell n genrate some revenue for them . n even&lt;br /&gt;
though i m doing this for a stupid reason n even though thers a prettty&lt;br /&gt;
good chance that the tiger u save might eat u one day .. n even though&lt;br /&gt;
u don have time for ur own problems leave aside mr tiger's problems&lt;br /&gt;
nonetheless atleast for the sake of all our grandchildren n thier&lt;br /&gt;
bedtime stories ...!!! do all that u guys can to promote this&lt;br /&gt;
...!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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thank u for bearing with me ...........................................urs faithfully .....amn ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T6P1Wyzw1Hix4rifYjJD5UozUEE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T6P1Wyzw1Hix4rifYjJD5UozUEE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;okie here goes ,,,!!&lt;br /&gt;i m bout come out in open with my issue ...&lt;br /&gt;everyone has one...&lt;br /&gt;ya for one i have a lot actually ...&lt;br /&gt;but we will be focusing  on the one which i m criticsed most bout ..&lt;br /&gt;u know thier thing .. like in love ajj kal .. saif ali khan always drinks black teaa&lt;br /&gt;yaah similarly ,, i have a problem with wishing ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to call it the wishing woes ..&lt;br /&gt;ever since childhood i have found the tradition of whishing people realli stupid ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;u know ilike on birthdays .. on new years ,,,, on diwali.. especially on diwallis it gets worse ,&lt;br /&gt;people come up to u with a broad smile n wish u ...!! ya most people like it ,,&lt;br /&gt;i on the other hand hate it ..&lt;br /&gt;not just because its mentally tiring n repeptively irritating to acknowledge every wish tat u get (which i m bad at .. ) but also because its just so plane fake most of the times ...!!( not always .. most of the times )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes r supposed to be  warm . they r supposed to make u feel good ,,,&lt;br /&gt;but honestly ther r a very few geuniene wishes tat i have recieved in my life ..&lt;br /&gt;almost all of them feel cold ,,,n i don like being cold ,, i get real awkward around cold people ...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have observed tat most people wish just because everyone wishes ,,, u know .like a ritual we follow without thinkin or meaning it ,,,tats so plane dumb ..&lt;br /&gt;wake up guys ..atleast be aware of wat u r doing&lt;br /&gt;but my prob is even with a genuine wish .. i m the worst wish acceptor ,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it so happened once tat it was my b day ..n this guy amod called me .. i preassumed it was for wishin me ..it went like this&lt;br /&gt;amod : hey man ...!!&lt;br /&gt;aman : hey u din have to call ,,,!!&lt;br /&gt;he is lyk wat ?:?&lt;br /&gt;aman : oh no nothing ,,&lt;br /&gt;n then ther was this secs silence&lt;br /&gt;it was such a long sec i cudn take it ,,&lt;br /&gt;i said "happy b day .."&lt;br /&gt;n it waas my b day n i m wishin him&lt;br /&gt;amod : wat :??&lt;br /&gt;n i went like&lt;br /&gt;oh soorry i was supposed to say thanku&lt;br /&gt;wait u haven even wished yet ,,,o fuk ... sorry dude ,,i suk at this i got ur point .. keeep the fuking fone....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u seee ,.. n e ways ...so the whole point of this post is . uknow if itsmy b day or n e other day n u feel obligated to wish me.. well dont ..!!&lt;br /&gt;save me the horror ,,&lt;br /&gt;n if i don wish u.. tat means i care bout u ...&lt;br /&gt;n m saving u the horror of the most awkward cold wish....!!!!:a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/graffitiwall/show.php?rn=54d514337e00fb8c56e6d3ac2d2fb8a9" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/graffiti/54d514337e00fb8c56e6d3ac2d2fb8a9_580x270.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898333094651731767-6999778676912268346?l=almosteverythin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theMushRoom/~4/3lRrAiYgG3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/feeds/6999778676912268346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahem-uhhmm-thank-u.html#comment-form" title="24 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/6999778676912268346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898333094651731767/posts/default/6999778676912268346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theMushRoom/~3/3lRrAiYgG3Y/ahem-uhhmm-thank-u.html" title="ahem ,, uhhmm .. thank u ...!!" /><author><name>Amnn.......//1!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05742588096250133872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfLMz07cGJE/SXNYovjAAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o6Z9P7Zcc8k/S220/06092007796de+2+nd.jpg" /></author><thr:total>24</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://almosteverythin.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahem-uhhmm-thank-u.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

