<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211</id><updated>2011-09-22T20:26:55.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decidedly Deranged</title><subtitle type='html'>all wacked up.....never wanna grow up xD</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-5188894403912920850</id><published>2011-02-26T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:30:32.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this post is about me coming back to life.ive been dead for a while.not just in blogosphere but my personal life as well..what have i been doing in the past few months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heres a list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-drinking every alternate day(check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-starting smoking(check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-trying weed(check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-getting into relationship with the wrong guy(check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-coming back to hostel at 12 everyday(check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-getting stitches on my foot for smashing a beer bottle on my leg(check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-flunking in exams (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-going for fests to BITS n IIT n winning random prizes for acting (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and after all the above i finally have gotten my life back on track (hallelujah!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(check) =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;luv the crazy girl next door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-5188894403912920850?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/5188894403912920850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2011/02/coming-back-to-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5188894403912920850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5188894403912920850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2011/02/coming-back-to-life.html' title='coming back to life'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-1669197077630436498</id><published>2010-09-20T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:44:16.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures speak louder than words =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TJhO9L1WQMI/AAAAAAAAAxY/XPyHHh46s7U/s1600/41097_152247944796165_100000328827397_338442_4534275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519248156398076098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TJhO9L1WQMI/AAAAAAAAAxY/XPyHHh46s7U/s400/41097_152247944796165_100000328827397_338442_4534275_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-1669197077630436498?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/1669197077630436498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures-speak-louder-than-words-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1669197077630436498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1669197077630436498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures-speak-louder-than-words-d.html' title='pictures speak louder than words =D'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TJhUEcqkIaI/AAAAAAAAAzA/qTfQEtXq7eM/s72-c/61601_429298396972_707491972_5117342_6039264_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-2018923093146134328</id><published>2010-08-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:33:35.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have too much to write and too little to say.surprised?well college is like that.hectic,fun,mad,unexpected,weird and something just enough to make you feel at home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have met so many people...believe me there are more to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love hate,sadness-bliss all exists..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it is weird that a month has passed like the zapp but the stuff ive experianced doesn't seem even close to a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have been in a quite a few controversies like being taken for a scary goth,my wacky nailpaints,being abused by a drunk loser,being ignored by a bunch of gals(who i now call friends) and then loved by the very same friends,sitting at lunch table when m the only gal in a bunch of 8-10 guys(ok i lied thats not a controversy but i definitely get some stares),participating in every activity..n being a motormouth..the good side-i cannot complain lifes a bore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have some awesome friends now(dont ask how many,it'll take 4ever to xplain...new are added everyday)..thats reminds me akshee,ankita and i were dancing at 11 in the dark in our hostel room yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the funny thing is every week gets better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ah life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i got intervied by 2 senior guys for a club interview(dunn 4get the GD and teamwrk round) and i acted so bloody confident n cool...it was funny..anyway it went well.hope they take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my guy gang is super fun n sumtyms really crazy...i swear the things i hear at times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the best part is that i've realised lifes fun without the alcohol,fagging and drugs people throw in in college...manipal is famous for that but its not true..sure i know people who do it but the fact is there is no need..there area 100 better things to do here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well i'm off..gotta read the fountainhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-2018923093146134328?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/2018923093146134328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/08/college-and-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/2018923093146134328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/2018923093146134328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/08/college-and-me.html' title='college and me'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-7189727666685315678</id><published>2010-06-20T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:32:51.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a confused soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i have finally become an atheist..thats right after a lifetime of battle between logic,reason, spirituality and god knows what i have succumbed to reason.mind you i have always been one of those people who has thought that people say they are atheist just for the sake of looking cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i have also been the person who hates Hinduism and idol worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i have also been the person who wears a locket in the name of god around my neck because my mother says so(still do...ahh m such a Hypocrite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i was also the person who said that there is a inner voice which speaks out to me when i do something wrong..maybe thats god..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;so tell me i ended up being exactly what?so i said to myself enough is enough little one choose your standing..choose a path and end the confusion once in for all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;pssttt..i have something to say....whenever i prayed to god it was more out of fear that if i don't pray to him something bad will happen..silly right?and now what do i think?i think that i do enough good without the need of god being there.if i am a good person at heart regardless of my belief,religion yadda yadda i can rest in peace and nothing horrible should happen..haha yeahh right.as if people.....anything could happen but who the hell cares?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4261508578775190211-7189727666685315678?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/7189727666685315678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/06/confessions-of-confused-soul.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7189727666685315678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7189727666685315678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/06/confessions-of-confused-soul.html' title='confessions of a confused soul'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-1139195536965701201</id><published>2010-06-03T02:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:35:52.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious stuff xD--&gt;twilight lovers stay away though</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TAd3as9PSvI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/qPdfz7frnkw/s1600/19067_320261817572_657487572_4480912_6907936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TAd3as9PSvI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/qPdfz7frnkw/s400/19067_320261817572_657487572_4480912_6907936_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478478772347816690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TAd3BckkFMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/fhkaiintdYY/s1600/19067_320261852572_657487572_4480916_6168838_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TAd3BckkFMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/fhkaiintdYY/s400/19067_320261852572_657487572_4480916_6168838_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478478338452624578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TAd2ziktQ1I/AAAAAAAAAu4/UNne_zXrHZY/s1600/22565_433065095634_832840634_10649320_2239699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TAd2ziktQ1I/AAAAAAAAAu4/UNne_zXrHZY/s400/22565_433065095634_832840634_10649320_2239699_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478478099545670482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TAd2b1gSf8I/AAAAAAAAAuw/OLJc37D7svg/s1600/19067_320261812572_657487572_4480911_1692293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TAd2b1gSf8I/AAAAAAAAAuw/OLJc37D7svg/s400/19067_320261812572_657487572_4480911_1692293_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478477692310552514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-1139195536965701201?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/1139195536965701201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/06/hilarious-stuff-xd-twilight-lovers-stay_03.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1139195536965701201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1139195536965701201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/06/hilarious-stuff-xd-twilight-lovers-stay_03.html' title='Hilarious stuff xD--&gt;twilight lovers stay away though'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/TAd3as9PSvI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/qPdfz7frnkw/s72-c/19067_320261817572_657487572_4480912_6907936_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-1894675689365805874</id><published>2010-05-27T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T05:33:21.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yoohoo i'm alive....i'm not dead yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S_5mdI84pXI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JVSG1WrFlLc/s1600/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S_5mdI84pXI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JVSG1WrFlLc/s320/Image132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475926847734195570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;OMG i survived..like really i survived..i survived school(big thing trust me...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;and i'm going to the college where i always wanted to go(a bigger thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i did 7000 rupees worth of shopping(my mums alive too don't worry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;and i am finally getting freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;did i tell you i got a delhi simcard and mum dad still dunno bout it..HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i talk late night..i talk in the morning no one knows thanks to our soundproof doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i sleep at 4 and wakeup at 11 in the morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;and then listen to michael buble' all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;so lifes not all that bad right??/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;and the best part is lifes about to get better.....so i'm off to buy orange and yellow nailpaint don't ask me why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-1894675689365805874?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/1894675689365805874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/05/yoohoo-im-aliveim-not-dead-yet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1894675689365805874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1894675689365805874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/05/yoohoo-im-aliveim-not-dead-yet.html' title='yoohoo i&apos;m alive....i&apos;m not dead yet!'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S_5mdI84pXI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JVSG1WrFlLc/s72-c/Image132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-1883563825820319261</id><published>2010-05-14T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:49:16.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a moron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i confess in 17 years of my life i have felt a worthless moron number of times so this isn't really a new feeling the problem is its taking me to a whole new level...my entrance exam results are out 20,000;50,000 shit shameful isn't it?i can't face me but then again i hadn't expected miracles in the first place seeing that i didn't study only....i'm suffering from loser lurgy...goddamn it the worst part is my parents are cool about it they think i'll get through somewhere.......i just feel like being away from everyone at this point..i don't want my friends to tell me ill help you out i'll talk to dad shit thats so so pathetic ain't it?agrrhh i wanna be a hermit at this point of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4261508578775190211-1883563825820319261?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/1883563825820319261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions-of-moron.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1883563825820319261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1883563825820319261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions-of-moron.html' title='confessions of a moron'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-8947076889561149934</id><published>2010-04-26T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:30:49.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about love,lies and a whole lotta rubbish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i haven't expressed my opinion on something for a long time and i'm dying to let my inner feelings flow like red hot lava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;lets starts with the word love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i won't be stupid enough to say it doesn't exist..no it does but it exists in 1% of the frigging society(the hopes of me finding it are dim)...about guys?most of the guys my age want a gf for eyecandy,to flaunt and just to show they have gf(koi bhi chalegee??)i mean everyone has someone these days..see either love is easy to find(yeahh as if) or it comes cheap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;boy:r u single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;girl:yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;boy:do you want fraandship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;girl:yes please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;boy:me luv u...ohhh jaan and such crapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;girl to friend: hes the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;after 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;boy(avoiding phonecalls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;girl(crying):i'll commit suicide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;or the reverse case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;boy:if you don't call me ill slit my wrists..i can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;OMG where has the brain gone..for a walk?????its ok to go out with a person but just for the sake of finding love..when will the world understand you DO NOT find love(unless you count matrimonial sites which in my opinion is solely for losers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;P.S. if you're single like me and have not had a bf yet you are not abnormal(i'm putting fair guesswork here coz dumb people generally do not read my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;yes i do wonder if i'm abnormal that i am NOT following the current society norms of dating but nevermind if this is abnormal i'd rather be sane and have brains....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;HOPEFULLY i won't die a spinster and if i do..please show it to the"fraandship guys" and have a good laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4261508578775190211-8947076889561149934?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/8947076889561149934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/04/about-lovelies-and-whole-lotta-rubbish.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8947076889561149934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8947076889561149934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/04/about-lovelies-and-whole-lotta-rubbish.html' title='about love,lies and a whole lotta rubbish'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-3537502066756324691</id><published>2010-04-04T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:54:38.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chickens and colour pencils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S7iZbls4l-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/tiPXQLWQghI/s1600/26400_107632032603580_100000703527654_100616_2840380_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S7iZbls4l-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/tiPXQLWQghI/s320/26400_107632032603580_100000703527654_100616_2840380_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456279647815243746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i've finally shifted to delhi..now i'm stuck in a crashcourse but before the bad days started i had 3 days to live my life xD tragic very tragic...those 3 days were dedicated to a pup,my best friends isha and shubhz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;bad experiences in delhi????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;--&gt;OMG the worst experience ever...a gunda on my way back from tuts to my home said "excuse me i've been watching you....i really like  you" i was like agrrhh go away go away..i chickened out completely....turns out i'm not a strong girl atall..thankfully bhamini was there(who is a head shorter than me) i hid behind her and she told him go away shes not interested and the guy was like tell her to say that ..i'm like i'm not i'm not Go AWAY..get lost...thank god for bhamini i'm sure ill be dead otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;--&gt; the crash course guys making fun of my name..duhh my filmy name"dipasha mukherji"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;and finally i made something..--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S7iZqcsQD6I/AAAAAAAAAto/Fnj5ucD4Dpc/s320/26400_107631685936948_100000703527654_100615_1321924_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456279903094706082" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-3537502066756324691?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/3537502066756324691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/04/chicken-pakak-pakak.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3537502066756324691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3537502066756324691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/04/chicken-pakak-pakak.html' title='chickens and colour pencils'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S7iZbls4l-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/tiPXQLWQghI/s72-c/26400_107632032603580_100000703527654_100616_2840380_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-5158596929233006770</id><published>2010-03-19T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:55:24.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i'm a wannabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i want to famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i wanna be rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i want to adored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i want to be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;but unfortunately its not gonna happen in this lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i'm an ordinary mortal who forgets to comb her hair before she goes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;curses at the zit that pops out every week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;who wants to be different and doesn't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;wants to fit in but doesn't know how either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;wants to run but always ends up tripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;and wants to be serious but ends up laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;wants to be respected and ends up as the joker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;wants everything and nothing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;thinks too much and then pretends that she wasn't serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;plays with stray puppies and jumps in school corridors..dances in front of the teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;and makes faces at them and tries hard not to do hardwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;yes the ordinary teen should be classified under genre unidentifiable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;theres no cure for the thirst when there are no certain methods to quench it......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;yes i'm a wannabe..i'll always be....i'll always look at a guy and say i wish i was him or a gal n say...its lucky to be her..becoz human beings are rarely satisfied....i'll try to be content with being me but you see its oh so hard when the world changes every 15 seconds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4261508578775190211-5158596929233006770?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/5158596929233006770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/03/wannabe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5158596929233006770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5158596929233006770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/03/wannabe.html' title='wannabe'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-7904417777447040475</id><published>2010-02-07T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:57:08.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>check this out xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S27-0ZEi2pI/AAAAAAAAAs8/e_zlGtMPJ08/s1600-h/OgAAAFueWh8P7_riJEGxsdVFb82Q9ilGdVm6RXr9Doj9hXHTLIyoGro7g-0LpGFL253JaFkBXJ2bOTmAvw1B0IZxiskAm1T1UOu1RgLtxwU8N1qljaIe8Y6Ff7RK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S27-0ZEi2pI/AAAAAAAAAs8/e_zlGtMPJ08/s320/OgAAAFueWh8P7_riJEGxsdVFb82Q9ilGdVm6RXr9Doj9hXHTLIyoGro7g-0LpGFL253JaFkBXJ2bOTmAvw1B0IZxiskAm1T1UOu1RgLtxwU8N1qljaIe8Y6Ff7RK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435561976319367826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-7904417777447040475?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/7904417777447040475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/02/check-this-out-xd.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7904417777447040475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7904417777447040475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/02/check-this-out-xd.html' title='check this out xD'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/S27-0ZEi2pI/AAAAAAAAAs8/e_zlGtMPJ08/s72-c/OgAAAFueWh8P7_riJEGxsdVFb82Q9ilGdVm6RXr9Doj9hXHTLIyoGro7g-0LpGFL253JaFkBXJ2bOTmAvw1B0IZxiskAm1T1UOu1RgLtxwU8N1qljaIe8Y6Ff7RK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-4734346210603102933</id><published>2010-02-01T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:39:03.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my activa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;3 incidents that seem utterly impossible now that i think of it..but they did happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;---&gt;i came out from my class and went to start my activa...then did a double take..my silencer(the fat cylindrical thing) had fallen ..thats right it just fell off...it was hanging on the ground by a cm of steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;---&gt;i ran my activa straight into knee deep mud and cudn move..one move and i wud've fallen fully into it....so i was stuck in an uncomfortable almost bogey monster position and i laughed -___-....thankfully a guy helped me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;---&gt;i banged into this autowala from behind..dented his thing...and obviously dented my front wheel so my activa couldn't move...and that guy (autowala) dropped me to school and hes was like"beta aap thik ho naa"xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-4734346210603102933?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-7876584675895382525</id><published>2010-01-23T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:13:34.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;this is a class 11 conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;me:me lurves you yeesha...aayaa lurvess eeyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;isha:me lurves eeyu too...*giggles shyly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;me:khom and meet me yunder the banyan tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;isha:aiyo why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;me:me khiss you...mooo moo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;isha:natty natty*hits me gently and giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;me:comeon baby ..yaati kya khandala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;isha:aiy yai yo.....you be soo naahty*hides face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;me:come na come na.....we'll use chatri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-7876584675895382525?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/7876584675895382525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-old-days.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7876584675895382525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7876584675895382525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-old-days.html' title='the good old days'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-3229075413121488208</id><published>2010-01-16T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:03:29.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:what do you want me to do with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:whatever you think is right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:and what do you think is right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:there is no right or wrong....only perceptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:and if i say you were wrong then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:*shrugz....you would be right ..you are god afterall??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:yes i am.so where did you go wrong???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me: you made me a human??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:is that wrong??its a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:thats what you think..i would prefer to be something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:is this how you talk??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:you're sounding like my mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:you're blaming me for the way you lived your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:well i've been meaning to say this.its all well and good for you to say that sitting on your big throne moving us around like chess pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:so you think its easy...try controlling the life of a gazillion people each day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:ohh comeon it must be easy....all you need is a few energy drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:you have the nerve to question my decisions and authority???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:i am jobless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:*angrily..fine we'll swap for 1 day and see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:*looking gleeful..allright!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;after a day(when he and i meet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;me:fuck!dude you're bloody awesome..how the hell do you manage......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;god:ohh my god!(shitt..i said that!)and thats the world i created???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;=P =P =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-3229075413121488208?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/3229075413121488208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversations.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3229075413121488208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3229075413121488208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversations.html' title='conversations'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-4934439296840731808</id><published>2010-01-06T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:39:18.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>......into the head of a closet loony...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;list of random things in my head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-i do not expect the world or my friends to understand this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-everything lacks flavour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-comfort food isn't comforting anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-lethargy is taking over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-lifes gray scale instead of Technicolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-i need a direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-happiness is a state of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-can we start over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-you are a one man show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-lifes like a tv serial based upon a geeky friendless guy..in the story the character isn't important in reality the character makes the serial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-wheres the adrenaline rush??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-laughter is easy..making others laugh is easier..how much of it is true and how much false...best not to wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-my wishlist never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-inner whiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-escape from reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-buying makes you happy just not enough happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-hes not important..even if he thinks so unfortunately i need someone to talk to thats the only reason i'm not abandoning him even if he bugs me sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-the eternal romantic in me dreams of london seasons and rakes and prince charming who make me swoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-80% of women don't have orgasms..please let me not be one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;-fastforward 20 years..no don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4261508578775190211-4934439296840731808?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/4934439296840731808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/01/into-head-of-closet-loony.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4934439296840731808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4934439296840731808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2010/01/into-head-of-closet-loony.html' title='......into the head of a closet loony...'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-1732695655972046961</id><published>2009-12-31T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:17:55.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i was the joker of the eve at adi's birthday bash...why??coz i did monisha's acting xD.....xcuse me if i look a lil mad =P..enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPTwsKo4V3c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPTwsKo4V3c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWaWgcUltEM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWaWgcUltEM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eKlYz5cT2I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eKlYz5cT2I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-1732695655972046961?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/1732695655972046961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/insanity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1732695655972046961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1732695655972046961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/insanity.html' title='insanity'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-2642739299884679807</id><published>2009-12-22T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:24:25.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long vs short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SzCPMOTBkQI/AAAAAAAAArc/_8OzEWAX3MI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091222_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SzCPMOTBkQI/AAAAAAAAArc/_8OzEWAX3MI/s320/Snapshot_20091222_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417987791885799682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i got tired of my unmanageable,long,straggly hair....even looking at it made me shudder(ok now you must be thinking her hair looked pretty nice..yes it did but it wasn't nice--&gt;specially lately)...i was supposed to grow my hair but i can't handle it..its my 2nd attempt at growing and maintaining long hair..i've lost the battle.better to chop them off(swish)..besides short hair on me doesn't look that bad...it suits me and goes with my personality(only yesterday my mum n best friend were saying i should've been a guy xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SzCPcwBSveI/AAAAAAAAArk/MUNx1mEGReE/s320/Snapshot_20091222_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-2642739299884679807?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/2642739299884679807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-vs-short.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/2642739299884679807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/2642739299884679807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-vs-short.html' title='long vs short'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SzCPMOTBkQI/AAAAAAAAArc/_8OzEWAX3MI/s72-c/Snapshot_20091222_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-3351769325490769475</id><published>2009-12-14T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:52:38.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a zombie..a stupid zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SyYE7d-q6dI/AAAAAAAAAq0/oyTX2s39pPE/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091214_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SyYE7d-q6dI/AAAAAAAAAq0/oyTX2s39pPE/s320/Snapshot_20091214_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415021021665880530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  have to do everything at the last moment only..hence for the past week i've been just sleeping from 11-1 (in the night)----&gt;you can't expect me to fail in the exams right??they will kill me. my moods all cranky..even eating mcdonalds burgers is not cheering me up(3 burgers and french fries)...god help me.12ths terrible..look i'm  even getting breakouts agrhhhh or agrhhh or agrhhgaah whatever...anyone giving me a free vacation to the amazon???i'd like to settle there...savages are better off..human civilization is getting too competitive...only thing is i don't think you get coke n french fries in the amazon -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;oh at the moment i'm celebrating the end of my preboards and mourning the fact that i'll probably get papers tomorrow(ok fine my exams weren't bad but they weren't swell either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-3351769325490769475?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/3351769325490769475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-zombiea-stupid-zombie.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3351769325490769475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3351769325490769475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-zombiea-stupid-zombie.html' title='i&apos;m a zombie..a stupid zombie'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SyYE7d-q6dI/AAAAAAAAAq0/oyTX2s39pPE/s72-c/Snapshot_20091214_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-289517053239460491</id><published>2009-12-09T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:04:14.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss goody two shoes???umm not really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;well i used to be one till class 10 or thats what people thought.was i really??lets see i was silent(no one believes it now they laugh at that-___-),i was shy(again no one believes especially after the condom incident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;ok now you are curious..well it was like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;we were having a HIV aids talk in the school auditorium(for class 12)and they asked us ways to prevent the spread of AIDS.i was in the first row and i calmly leaned back and said calmly and clearly "condoms" the speaker was like"yeah!thats right condoms) and everyoneelse was like o.O uhh Dipasha!look i didn't speak french ok??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;well i'm wandering..ok i was a prefect in class 10..all the teachers were like "dipasha is a very sweet,well behaved girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sx_YSjhsTlI/AAAAAAAAAp0/jOUkkTe38aM/s320/Image046.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413283090408427090" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;but i was regarded as boring then which pretty much sucks..no one calls me boring now..they call me a time-bomb(uhmm they wait for me to do something disasterous all the time like mixing iodine with dil hCL and act as if its blood n scream ouch or dance in front of the bio teach--you know the naah na na naah na types).well screw people for thinking m kinda insane or i use the word"fuck too much"(ohkk i stopped using it..even the replacement but my all time fav is still WTF).but you know  i can easily say that when someones around me(including a stranger or a silent type of person who refuses to talk i can make em talk) they'll never be bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;being good is so so ohh i dunno BORING..besides i was always evil from inside xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-289517053239460491?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/289517053239460491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/miss-goody-two-shoesumm-not-really.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/289517053239460491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/289517053239460491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/miss-goody-two-shoesumm-not-really.html' title='miss goody two shoes???umm not really'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sx_YSjhsTlI/AAAAAAAAAp0/jOUkkTe38aM/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-7259069066841026582</id><published>2009-12-03T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:19:10.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;isha said aditya was talking about me to her today(duhh no soppy mushy stuff) uhmm listen..he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;mahn ohh mahn dipasha drives way fast..i remember once she was driving behind me and i looked after 5 min she wasn't there..then i looked in front and she was way ahead..xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;shes always getting hurt..its so common for her to be in accidents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;ok i USED TO drive fast..not anymore(i guess) especially after i got 2 stitches on my chin(not becoz it hurt..its becoz i trashed the activa..mum said 1 more time and no more driving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i love overtaking guys(its so much fun) especially guys on bike(if i can) xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i always wanted to drive a bike..my neighbor has yamaha R1 xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-7259069066841026582?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/7259069066841026582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/speed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7259069066841026582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7259069066841026582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/12/speed.html' title='speed'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-469260408937276348</id><published>2009-11-25T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:04:56.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we played"monisha"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shes unique..she really is ..so on the auspicious occasion of her 17th birthday we decided to dedicate our "fucking GST"period to her...(with exceptions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here was the result of "fishpond"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*takshay i haven't touched you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*wish monisha,ashu and mohit a happy married life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*why is ashutosh called susu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*i can just one thing to goyal-monkeys are for scratching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*shubhangi i love you-monisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*happy birthday ashutosh,mohit and paridh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*shaadu why do you wear kaajal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*chintan you are jain chilli chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*sagar+monisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*baapu jai maata di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*monisha stop ordering belts from store room,they are for boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*mohit monisha is mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*sagar wears a thong and goes to marathon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-469260408937276348?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/469260408937276348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-we-playedmonisha.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/469260408937276348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/469260408937276348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-we-playedmonisha.html' title='when we played&quot;monisha&quot;'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-3502045597782870368</id><published>2009-11-17T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:34:55.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum Mum Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my mum came back from delhi a couple of days back bringing me a couple of jackets(the usual sporty varieties fila,puma yadda yadda) so while i was checking them out i heard mum talking to dad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;she was saying while sitting at the railway station waiting for the train a guy came n sat down next to her..he was like "till where are you going??" my mum was like"why?you are going to pay for my fare??"..he was like "no!no! dunn get angry i was asking just like that..just wanted to know"...my mums like "theres no need now go or should i call that constable??"..so hes like"no!no! i'm going i'm going"(and he ran--&gt;swarmy moron)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHA it cracked me up..my mum naaa....and then she was singing "sasura chance maare re" LMAO(non hindi speaking people won't get this) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;today isha and i were sitting in physics lab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;isha:i do R.D sharma everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:yeahh??i dunn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;isha:hes a double gold medalist from IIT .must be 60+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:sala R.D. khudd bhi nai sotaa doosron ko bhi sone nai deta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;drashi:HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-3502045597782870368?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/3502045597782870368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/mum-mum-mum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3502045597782870368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3502045597782870368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/mum-mum-mum.html' title='Mum Mum Mum'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-5791564221788557988</id><published>2009-11-14T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:53:04.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love?whats love???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i honestly dunno whats love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;what mum dad do when they buy something for me or scold me if i'm wrong??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;or when my friends get sad when i am sick/sad/hurt myself??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;or what my best friend feels for me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;or what i felt when i was infatuated or had a crush??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;or what my x feels for me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;doesn't love make you feel complete??but i'm still incomplete..i never feel as if i'm satisfied with this life??does anyone really love/care for me or they just pretend??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;do they actually think this girls such a big moron that she does this and this for me or they actually mean when they say"you are the sweetest person ever"??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;does anyone care a shit when i pretend to be happy and i'm not??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;do they actually like me or i'm just tolerable for some unknown reason???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and i can't put my finger on the fact that why i feel lonely even when i have so many friends???do i keep myself emotionally away from them at a certain level thats why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;why do i keep on asking "do you love me" (sometimes just in mind) even when they say they do?why don't i believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;why do i hurt myself and wait for someones reaction?why do i do bad things like smoking and drinking and wait to see if anyone cares?why do i want to be the centre of attention all the time even if i have to be a joker for that??why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;is that my thirst for this thing called LOVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-5791564221788557988?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/5791564221788557988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5791564221788557988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5791564221788557988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-love.html' title='about love'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-1841704264523316834</id><published>2009-11-14T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T04:00:26.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;someone tied monisha's bag to the exhaust ..ok i know who...it was sagar(with my help) xD.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i died the onion roots in bio lab red...hair coloring is fun till you are caught by the teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;spreading mundane rumors like the head boy wears kaajal and recieving positive feedback..hmm strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bunking school thrice a week..making it a routine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;picking up a worm and running after your friend with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;being looked at all the time..expecting me to blow up like a bomb is well uhh i dunnoo...people always expect me to be upto some mischief..i wonder why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-1841704264523316834?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/1841704264523316834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-im-bored.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1841704264523316834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1841704264523316834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-im-bored.html' title='because i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-7629671676310323402</id><published>2009-11-08T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:32:52.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to make maths tutions bearable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;studies are a chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my lifes a bore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;khantil:hey dipasha listen to this joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:ok fine say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;santa:banta tu apni car ko lekar kaha ja raha hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;banta: car khane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;santa:pizza kha le..car koi khane ki cheez hai??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;santa:teri biwi kaha hai banta??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;banta:woh mere dost ke saath bhaag gayi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;santa:bahaut yaad aati hoogee na??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;banta:haan yaar mera bahaut accha dost tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a bird pooped on santa's head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;santa:(at the bird) abe oye tu chaddi nai pehanta kya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bird:abe oye tu chaddi mein karta hai kya?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-7629671676310323402?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/7629671676310323402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-make-maths-tutions-bearable.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7629671676310323402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7629671676310323402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-make-maths-tutions-bearable.html' title='how to make maths tutions bearable'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-8119481914875909675</id><published>2009-11-06T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:48:20.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a retard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SvUJb3KWqNI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Hc_EQnQh_zs/s1600-h/Image304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SvUJb3KWqNI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Hc_EQnQh_zs/s320/Image304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401233702369274066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;gonna make a video of this soon just to see people's reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;here goes my rap/song(i wrote it last night HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ..this is soo crappy HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i've been stuck here all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so i sing a boring song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about stupidity and shitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;coz i'm a lil git&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so if you're not interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;get outta here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i haven't got brains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you can see that for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i haven't got socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i throw breadcrumbs at stupid ducks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and as you can see i'm obviously insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;all i talk about is all things inane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't have a guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so cut off my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and boil me in tarr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;boo yaa i'm a retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;retard,retard!retard!retard!retard!retard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;then why are you stuck up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;watching this piece of shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;coz you know you are jobless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and you like a stuck up bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you've got bulging eyeballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and bogies up your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so clean it up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;before you catch a cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't have hobbo bags and gucci pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i definitely don't have silicone implants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't like apple tarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and yes i fart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so thank you very much for calling me a retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;retard!retard!retard!retard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so we cut this piece of junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;coz you're going insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm sure you've had enough of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;all things mundane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we'll see you sometime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;when you have clean clothes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and have had a bath with loofah and soap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't stare at me moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;your eyes are not pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you've had enough beer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so sit on your shitty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you fart i'll sing it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;coz the world just needs more people going insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;retard!retard!retard!retard!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-8119481914875909675?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/8119481914875909675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-retard.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8119481914875909675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8119481914875909675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-retard.html' title='i&apos;m a retard'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SvUJb3KWqNI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Hc_EQnQh_zs/s72-c/Image304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-5270168246141167782</id><published>2009-11-06T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:09:19.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursdays are random..fridays are for bunking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my nets NOT going .....my parents don't want it to go..can YOU beat that shit???haah so i deleted my social networking profiles..hurray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;well anyway cutting the crapp short this is what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reema:have you seen sneha's notebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:no why??o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reema:there a hand with middle finger pointing and on it there a candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:no shit??HAHA a candle??OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reema:she pasted a paper on it and wrote math notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reema:hAHA yeahh even i had one i threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:-___- silly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reema:it was over anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i went over to have a look what was more funny..you can't even guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;there was a rose in the hand which was connected to a plug point..THATS RIGHT a PLUG POINT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;moving on (in english period)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we were talking about teenage delusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MAM: i'm sure when you were in class 9 you must have been under the wrong impression that a guys your BF just because he smiled at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you would've gushed about him looking at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and i'm sure when you've seen heroines dancing on TV you must have imagined yourself sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and reema: snickering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mam:comeon don't be shy tell me tell me(as if thats gonna happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sankalp: *raises a hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;class: *dies laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me to reema:hes imagining himself as madhuri dixit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reema:*clutches her tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mam: no need to laugh..he was honest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ashutosh:you said heroine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-5270168246141167782?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/5270168246141167782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursdays-are-randomfridays-are-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5270168246141167782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Su0D15PFeVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IiQmUpztv3c/s320/Image264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398975752719137106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Su0Dn0JFceI/AAAAAAAAAkw/bTUG3GD9zf0/s1600-h/Image265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Su0Dn0JFceI/AAAAAAAAAkw/bTUG3GD9zf0/s320/Image265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398975510833623522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i wasn't feeling nice so i ended up drawing..this is what i drew no painted coz i didn't use pencil only infact i had no idea what i was painting till i made this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so tablet colours ain't that bad afterall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-6333709199945890067?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/6333709199945890067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/timepass.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/6333709199945890067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/6333709199945890067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/timepass.html' title='timepass'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Su0D15PFeVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IiQmUpztv3c/s72-c/Image264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-3754512259288519723</id><published>2009-10-31T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:27:58.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuwCEvCeN8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/95_zBMdTfXg/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuwCEvCeN8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/95_zBMdTfXg/s320/Image042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398692333679949762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;for every little girl who wishes to dream....and especially for that one sad,sorrowful girl who has little to laugh in this life(atleast she thinks) i dedicate this post(aritry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i am a cynic..i don't believe in miracles till i see them,i don't believe in hopes,wishes,fantasies but i have them anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i have been and perhaps will always be atleast to my eyes that little girl who looks into the mirror and is never satisfied with what she has...unhappy with her personality,looks,decisions,past,emotions ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but nothing is impossible in this world...marks,looks,boyfriends,happiness,trivial little heartfelt dreams..we all have something to be happy about but we just tend to forget...isn't it said before??we are never satisfied with what we have coz we don't value it.we take it for granted..our parents,our school,our clothes,our friends,our desires....things like chocolates,colours are not in some girl of our ages destiny..when we set out to compare there will always be a better person than us in every single field w see that but what about the opposite as in people worse than us??i have been through all the troubles maybe even more than some people but there are people worse than me and i know it so i try to be happy ..its just life..i have learnt the lesson hard way trust me..but it pays to be happy and make others happy too so i try my best..in hindi we say"mera kya jaata hai?" so true nothing goes right in trying to smile rather than moping around....every person has happy memories we just forget...i hope you take my last words in the right way coz an attempt by you can change your life kiddo believe me lifes not a fairytale that one moment you are in sunshine and the next in darkness or vice versa its a trasition...you deserve good things..each and every one of you..but lifes about give and take sometimes more about giving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;laugh coz you know its right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cry coz you need to let out what you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but never give up coz this is the journey called life..we each come alone go alone make the journey worthwhile and believe me its in your hands....life is 95% how we react to it.you'll e surprised how much a perspective can alter your destiny..i've been you...i've felt you..think of me like a sister and think and say to yourself"i am better than other and i'll show them" look into the mirror and see the diamond sparkling within you ...its you whose special.BELIEVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i wrote this for a friend of mine once (long ago when i was in class 10--&gt;so ignore the kiddishness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A child said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One day I asked god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why did you have to make me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why couldn’t I have been more beautiful, talented, lovable or good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So people would accept me as they should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why couldn’t I have had money and fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So that everyone in the world should know my name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do I have so much sadness and strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So that I am unhappy with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh! Answer me why did you do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Is that all that’s written in my destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;God answered her in the following way..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I made you with a purpose in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To make a person lovely and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To make a human different from the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To stand apart is to be truly blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You are beautiful in your own special way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Surely I don’t have to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanity is a temporary gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I assure you even without it you are better than the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What people may think that’s their own opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In my eyes your are one in a billion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Money and fame are not everything you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When you have inner good why depend on outer show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You are sad because you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What you have is just what you fail to see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You have been born with a whole mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You aren’t deaf, mute or blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Alas! you are blind to any ones pain but your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All you do is just mourn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Look around you carefully &amp;amp; you’ll see how blessed you truly are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Go on.. you don’t have to look far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Look outside the window, see the stray puppy, the begger, their life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now tell me compared to them what is your strife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I just made you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That’s where my duty ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It is upto you how you take lifes various curves and bends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You could remain sad ,think of your life as dull and gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Or you could think-wow!its a beautiful day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The choice is yours own to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And remember your destiny is just yours to shape….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and yeahh that pic is my me xD i made long time back xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-3754512259288519723?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/3754512259288519723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/dedicated-to-girl_31.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3754512259288519723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3754512259288519723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/dedicated-to-girl_31.html' title='dedicated to a girl'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuwCEvCeN8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/95_zBMdTfXg/s72-c/Image042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-8732938845179548547</id><published>2009-10-30T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:05:14.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'll be back with more =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Surm65pX7QI/AAAAAAAAAjo/pdHnT4qn5Z0/s1600-h/Image229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Surm65pX7QI/AAAAAAAAAjo/pdHnT4qn5Z0/s320/Image229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398381002938117378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i have reached the ripe age of 17...and its time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;time to give my crappy exams which are supposed to decide my life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;think...a 3 digit no on the computer screen can decide your destiny ..a piece of paper can make u ohh i dunno??successful...thats all ok in writing but hell i have to give boards anyway....might as well give it nicely no?? and with the net its not possible so on 6th this month nothing will be there to distract me anymore..(cut!cut!)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so comrades xD..i'll see you in couple of months hopefully with a nice board card which actually shows nothing of my abilities BUT is important anyway xD...89% in 10th wasn't enough(mind you i didn't work hard) still i am hoping and people are EXPECTING...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;anyone missing me and my wackiness??read all my older posts to feel me there HAHA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-8732938845179548547?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/8732938845179548547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-ill-be-back-with-more-p_2338.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8732938845179548547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8732938845179548547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-ill-be-back-with-more-p_2338.html' title='and i&apos;ll be back with more =P'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Surm65pX7QI/AAAAAAAAAjo/pdHnT4qn5Z0/s72-c/Image229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-7164270821678559247</id><published>2009-10-30T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:04:39.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for my best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't know why i'm making this post maybe its because i won't be in touch with him for a long time??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;thats another thing that he'll still get a surprise from me on his birthday(i dunno whether he'll like it or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you dumbass i care fucking so much about you..i hope you know it(you seem to think i don't but i really do ok) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and i love you like soooooooooooooooo sooooooooo much can't even say......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you are the sweetest thing alive cause you friggin care bout everyone(i'm jealous sometimes) but i know you love me alot too...you still haven't showed me the song you wrote for me i guess i'll have to wait a couple of months now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i feel like a fucking fool..i can't believe i almost lost you.....god i'm crazy to even try to separate you from me..its impossible..coz coz??i friggin love you..YAYY! i don't care if this sounds emo mahn who cares??arehh its my blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm gonna thrash you personally next year...bet it on your hot ass LOL...keep loving the chics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xD..keep flirting..keep acting dumb coz i love you the way you are...you are the only DEVIL in my life..irreplacable..i can't even love my BF that much(when i have one) xD....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love yours forever insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-7164270821678559247?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/7164270821678559247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7164270821678559247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7164270821678559247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-my-best-friend.html' title='for my best friend'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-205231223940732907</id><published>2009-10-30T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:40:14.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>god and other mundane things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Surr_q7fFsI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eDN0G1hAwIU/s1600-h/Image142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Surr_q7fFsI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eDN0G1hAwIU/s320/Image142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398386582445037250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a post i came accross made me comment like this...i dunno i just put it here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;topic:does god exist or NOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you know according to me it doesn't matter that you believe in him or not...as long as you are happy....why do we believe??we believe coz it gives us hope for miracles miracles can be anything..anything...i don't believe in idol worship or forms so one of my friends mother told me why do we worship human figures..its coz believing in something is comforting and the human form is the closest to us..to actually think that god looks like people see it is not a very intelllectual thing to do..for everyone its different for you it could be a non-living thing...a rock?a statue?? a poster?? the thing is faith..coz believe it or not there are higher powers..scientific theory explains evolution but what on this earth can explain howw hydrogen or helium or what other stupid irrelevant stuff actually came into being??? something must have made that thing...does a voice in your head tell you stop you from doing wrong thing or tries atleast..thats god...a person who helps you without selfish reason thats god..find your god..my god is my conscience i don't care if others find this logic stupid...it gives me peace..a higher power with no shape face voice but only spirit that guides me by being me....thats the concept of god for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bored you didn't i??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so now tell me does that make me a atheist coz people think i am....well i hve my own form of belief what is a religion idol anyway..created by some other human only..get my point?? find YOUR faith ....you'll find true peace and contentment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i won't talk shit about suicide and stuff coz i've been there too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-205231223940732907?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/205231223940732907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-and-other-mundane-things.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/205231223940732907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/205231223940732907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-and-other-mundane-things.html' title='god and other mundane things'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Surr_q7fFsI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eDN0G1hAwIU/s72-c/Image142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-2593680025921461973</id><published>2009-10-29T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:21:40.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SupSbjkhcuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sbcxMWZM6H0/s1600-h/Image233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SupSbjkhcuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sbcxMWZM6H0/s320/Image233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398217736715334370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5 people asked me yesterday and today whats wrong???why aren't you talking?why is your mood sour??why are you silent??why are you sad?why are you not interested??why are you moping??why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and all i said was i don't know ok..i don't i don't but my moods crappy...this morning i came to know the answer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;brings out the bad sad of every sweet chic &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and every BF's nightmare xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-2593680025921461973?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/2593680025921461973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/pms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/2593680025921461973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/2593680025921461973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SupSbjkhcuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sbcxMWZM6H0/s72-c/Image233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-4509977245064189785</id><published>2009-10-26T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:37:42.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>granpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuaVJjT1o0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Sa7N4VcbUDk/s1600-h/Image176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuaVJjT1o0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Sa7N4VcbUDk/s320/Image176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397165194779927362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my granpas a sweetheart...he takes my pranks and funtalk in the right way nd hes a little bit of a prankster too...loves to rub my mum in the wrong way xD....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday he was sitting beside me i put the headphones in his ears and the song by chance was JAO NAA after 4 min he got up..i'm like granpa where are you going??hes like you only said naa JAO NAA..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and i took this pic of him with a coconut shell on his head xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-4509977245064189785?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/4509977245064189785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/granpa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4509977245064189785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4509977245064189785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/granpa.html' title='granpa'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuaVJjT1o0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Sa7N4VcbUDk/s72-c/Image176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-822586565867147822</id><published>2009-10-24T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T04:43:26.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting shorty xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuLn831LGqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NylRHLxkOC0/s1600-h/Image169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuLn831LGqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NylRHLxkOC0/s320/Image169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396130336508418722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i wish i had a BF who'd do all the things ranbir does to katrina in "teraaa hone laaga hun" ohh fine i'm a big baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mum and i just had this conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mum: you know you are a baby..you'll never grow up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i know..i dunn wanna grow up why should i??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: you act like you are in class 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: no i act like i'm in class 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mum: i hate your shorts you've been wearing it since class 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: soo?? BTW its the last one you tore all the other 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mum: i didn tear them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: i know it was you..its a conspiracy haah i just know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mum: dipasha stop it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i know it its was YOU xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mum:when i was your age i wore salwar kameez guys couldn't see my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: what a pity..extremely sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mum:these days girls wear nothing ..just two strings here n there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: yeahh i know mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mum: i'll wear it too then you'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: wear it naa..i saw this fatso wearing it at the pool the other day HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mum:uff i'm going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:byee mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-822586565867147822?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/822586565867147822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-had-bf-whod-do-all-things.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/822586565867147822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/822586565867147822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-had-bf-whod-do-all-things.html' title='getting shorty xD'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuLn831LGqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NylRHLxkOC0/s72-c/Image169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-4875762494129161542</id><published>2009-10-22T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:58:42.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sheer boredom and temper tantrums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuAIvFCu9_I/AAAAAAAAAig/OX-ihlnuc-U/s1600-h/Image163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuAIvFCu9_I/AAAAAAAAAig/OX-ihlnuc-U/s320/Image163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395321958490372082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm getting bored in my hols..i've downloaded insane amounts of music,watched t.v(which basically has nothing),danced...and finally i've been reduced to trying to make me look wacky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;standing upside down on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;saying really stupid things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;throwing temper tantrums if i don't get attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;getting angry at mum coz she opened the big limca bottle without me(imagine i'm so jobless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;screaming and sliding around the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jumping up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;punching dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;writing stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;photography of my favorite subject ---&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and catch this--&gt;OMG something fucking funny happened mum got me burgers n shes tellin me she went to mcdonalds..she like there was this lady in front of her who gave dirty looks to mum coz she ordered non veg n said aapko tameez nahi hai??ma mums like huhh?&gt;shes like ur ordering non veg in front of me..mum said aapka screw dhila hai??HAHAHAshe kept on arguing u have no respect mums like then dunn come here...its not mandir xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*see the fake piercing LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-4875762494129161542?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/4875762494129161542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/sheer-boredom-and-temper-tantrums.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4875762494129161542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4875762494129161542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/sheer-boredom-and-temper-tantrums.html' title='sheer boredom and temper tantrums'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SuAIvFCu9_I/AAAAAAAAAig/OX-ihlnuc-U/s72-c/Image163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-106475693468702779</id><published>2009-10-20T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:20:10.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>analysis--hear!hear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/St2cqtZw5ZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/CfF1hzw8nKw/s1600-h/Image128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/St2cqtZw5ZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/CfF1hzw8nKw/s320/Image128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394640186215818642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;something i've observed in  so many girls&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(and me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;we continue wearing high heels even though our feet are killing us(they go ouch!ouch!ouch!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;we always say to others "oh no i'm not beautiful" but sometimes slyly look in the mirror in private and say"hmm i do look good"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;we say we don't bitch but do it anyway"i can't believe she said that about me..how horrible.....her dressing sense is so tacky..remember the orange number but i never said that..i've never even said that she got dumped by her BF and not vice versa...and she ohh my gawwd! xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;we say we aren't particular about clothes(oh! i don't really care about my clothes that much)...but i reality we try atleast 10 tshirts and 4 pairs of jeans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;we talk about being satisfied with ourselves but but but we are jealous of every single better looking girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;and when someone says a particular girl looks good(she does) we say ohh i didn't notice..i think shes average...no ones model material here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;the biggest lie ever??well when someone we like/love/have a crush on pays attention to someother girl we get mad and deny theres anything wrong(oh no..whats wrong?noway i'm not mad) but we're hopping mad and we could kill.the guy asks us "are you jealous??"and we are like"jealous..bullshitt dude"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-106475693468702779?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/106475693468702779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/analysis-hearhear.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/106475693468702779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/106475693468702779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/analysis-hearhear.html' title='analysis--hear!hear!'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/St2cqtZw5ZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/CfF1hzw8nKw/s72-c/Image128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-5590409900142523545</id><published>2009-10-16T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:34:57.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its tiring to be sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/StllhTTt-tI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oN_N5u5OSQ0/s1600-h/bvfgf+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/StllhTTt-tI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oN_N5u5OSQ0/s320/bvfgf+182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393453651545946834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i agree i used to regarded as boring,ugly,weird,lonely etc etc......no one can change that...behenji too maybe..but ahh well dash it all..you get tired of being called stuff like"oh MY GAWDDDD look at that chic shes so ugly"...fine fine..was it my fault i had glasses n acne...give the kiddo dipasha a break .......all that judging really punched me in my gut..and i got tired of being sad..i used to be perpetually sad.....ahh well lifes different now....but still its hard to forget the dreadful times ...miserable..so i guess i tried to be happy with what i have and what do you know it wasn't so bad...well atleast outwardly everyone calls me a lunatic whose always cracking PJs or pulling pranks..and while pretending to be happy while making other people smile you actually start smiling..xD...and i am not lonely anymore even if its outwardly...emotionally is something else....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-5590409900142523545?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/5590409900142523545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-tiring-to-be-sad.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5590409900142523545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5590409900142523545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-tiring-to-be-sad.html' title='its tiring to be sad'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/StllhTTt-tI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oN_N5u5OSQ0/s72-c/bvfgf+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-454187123492301250</id><published>2009-10-10T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:12:14.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goats at discount price</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/StBOoyBQroI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Z5ebT-9WoHA/s1600-h/bvfgf+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/StBOoyBQroI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Z5ebT-9WoHA/s320/bvfgf+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390895216491277954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me and my dad sometimes talk a little wackily just for the kicks...like when he goes to the loo i say hes gone to Singapore..stuff like that xD..so anyway this is what happened&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we were at dmart once and they were selling this tea at 50% discount..it was called "waagbakri"(bakri in hindi means goat) so i was like "dad do you want some goats they are giving at 50% discount here"&lt;br /&gt;..dad didn't reply&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i turned and dad wasn't standing behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it was an uncle&lt;br /&gt;and he was looking at me like i'm a lunatic..i was like "uhh hehe" and ran..then i told mum and dad..they were laughing like crazy =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-454187123492301250?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/454187123492301250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/goats-at-discount-price.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/454187123492301250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/454187123492301250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/goats-at-discount-price.html' title='goats at discount price'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/StBOoyBQroI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Z5ebT-9WoHA/s72-c/bvfgf+277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-1941495975395531257</id><published>2009-10-07T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:36:48.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trademark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsxhDHRqbNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KqYHvbfPYlU/s1600-h/bvfgf+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsxhDHRqbNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KqYHvbfPYlU/s320/bvfgf+284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389789560176274642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Ssxfy5ca1lI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9NtHJtYu_Do/s1600-h/bvfgf+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Ssxfy5ca1lI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9NtHJtYu_Do/s320/bvfgf+283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389788182073759314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuff made by me/for me which are basically me xD(makes no sense i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bag was made my my mum(cute right??--&gt;i luv it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the diary by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsxgjdDy-9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/keg2imF31YU/s1600-h/bvfgf+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsxgjdDy-9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/keg2imF31YU/s320/bvfgf+285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389789016267881426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;and ofcourse the crappy sketches are by me too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-1941495975395531257?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/1941495975395531257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/trademark.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1941495975395531257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1941495975395531257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/trademark.html' title='trademark'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsxhDHRqbNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KqYHvbfPYlU/s72-c/bvfgf+284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-3341287378638005633</id><published>2009-10-03T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:16:02.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i had this poster given to me by a guy...some kind of romantic stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it had things written like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;play with her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;make her angry then kiss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;throw pebbles at her window at night n bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i took it to school showed it to one of my pals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;then when school got over i posted it on the school notice board giving the title advice for dorkily hopeless guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;needless to say it got alot of attention..the next morning when i came every guy was reading it n laughing...i was like HAHA who posted that???(remember i did it that day n i came late to school next day)they were like no idea*grinzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-3341287378638005633?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/3341287378638005633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-advice.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3341287378638005633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/3341287378638005633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-advice.html' title='Love Advice'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-7765343054386839074</id><published>2009-09-29T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:16:08.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsIdiIvHqvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UbQOW2p1yGo/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsIdiIvHqvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UbQOW2p1yGo/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386900576586410738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;my SaRI pictures ---&gt;remember the sari that opened up xD...????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i finally got it from KHYATI while we were discussing some art record contest we are participating in ...notice i'm the only one who was bent in one of the pics ..in the rest of the pics i look too demure(which i assure everyone i am most definitely not --&gt;someone even made a joke of it)&lt;/span&gt;I"M THE ONE IN GREEN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;----the one bending is me &lt;a onblur="try 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsIfJ7Og8bI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9hagtqWvwA4/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsIfJ7Og8bI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9hagtqWvwA4/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386902359666389426" 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/4261508578775190211-7765343054386839074?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/7765343054386839074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember-sari-that-opened-up-xd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7765343054386839074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7765343054386839074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember-sari-that-opened-up-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SsIdiIvHqvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UbQOW2p1yGo/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-8573332399993064387</id><published>2009-09-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:05:28.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't like crowds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sr2twe-nZEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0JIiZwp6jmQ/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sr2twe-nZEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0JIiZwp6jmQ/s320/DSC00858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385651777865999426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i've tried again and again to check whether its true put i've come to the conclusion i hate parties n gatherings (xcept the ones where the crowd ain't that much and you have one on one conversations =P) like yesterday on aditi,neha n pallavi's insistence i went for garba(though mind you i know i'm hopeless at dancing).i tried i really did but i'm dancing challenged xD.....i gave up they pretty much enjoyed we came back at 11.30...i guess it wasn't that bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;thats me in green n aditi in blue n neha's kiddo bro behind us....xcuse the haze =P..theres a clear pic but i don't really care LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-8573332399993064387?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/8573332399993064387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-like-crowds.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8573332399993064387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8573332399993064387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-like-crowds.html' title='i don&apos;t like crowds'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sr2twe-nZEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0JIiZwp6jmQ/s72-c/DSC00858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-8709128812806925841</id><published>2009-09-24T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:35:54.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Srt1irXcGyI/AAAAAAAAAas/IUPgyKaMCws/s1600-h/bvfgf+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Srt1irXcGyI/AAAAAAAAAas/IUPgyKaMCws/s320/bvfgf+257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385027018068597538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;after the sari mishap i was like i'm never ever gonna wear a sari again..so monisha was like then how will you get married....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i said i'll get married in a bikini xD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reema couldn't stop laughing at that =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-8709128812806925841?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/8709128812806925841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-sari-mishap-i-was-like-im-never.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8709128812806925841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8709128812806925841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-sari-mishap-i-was-like-im-never.html' title=''/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Srt1irXcGyI/AAAAAAAAAas/IUPgyKaMCws/s72-c/bvfgf+257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-4825091257812084307</id><published>2009-09-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:29:49.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrW9tAO-VfI/AAAAAAAAAac/1ELu1hkDsmA/s1600-h/bvfgf+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrW9tAO-VfI/AAAAAAAAAac/1ELu1hkDsmA/s320/bvfgf+255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383417510445864434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Friggin Sari Unraveled on Teachers day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no no i kid you not xD...even though the pics say something else.....ok maybe i even look nice in it that doesn't change the fact that i felt soo bloody uncomfortable in it..i love saris like really they look good but hello its not for a girl like me no no NO WAy...all the time i was like when am i going home??i wanna tear this thing out snuggle up under the blankets in my shorts..is that such a bad thing???my friends were laughing at my expressions(they knew .just knew i was pissed .it was all on my face)if you are someone hyper like me chances are you'll go mad wearing a sari(god i'll stick to my shorts)and the worst n funniest part..my sari ultimately opened(no no one saw n i was wearing tights under that sari(LOL)and i just cluched at it and thought this is it..we laughed so hard in the girls room(see this is what you get being the class joker you ultimately end up doing the thing people never think and being the choice specimen)..well anyway the teach fixed the sari but she like some other people said.."dipasha your waist is so tiny"yeahh???well so what...ok i agree my sari was low waist ..i wanted to look good uhmm dunn blame me(and by the look of the pics maybe i did too but it was hell--&gt;pure hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the teach fixed the bloody thing but i had enuf..told dad to come with a tshirt..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you know what i did??i went in the car put a tshirt over my blouse tugged the stupid sari off (told you i had tights underneath) HAHA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-4825091257812084307?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/4825091257812084307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-friggin-sari-unraveled-on-teachers.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4825091257812084307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4825091257812084307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-friggin-sari-unraveled-on-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrW9tAO-VfI/AAAAAAAAAac/1ELu1hkDsmA/s72-c/bvfgf+255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-266069363839612544</id><published>2009-09-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:52:21.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrOc0Mg1OCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AE9KYuhvRTU/s1600-h/bvfgf+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrOc0Mg1OCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AE9KYuhvRTU/s320/bvfgf+268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382818400163936290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;let me break away&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;why?what?how?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no no i don't want to think&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't want to breathe&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't want to move&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stand still  in time&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fastforward time&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;know what i want???&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no?maybe?yes?who knows?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;embrace me in a cocoon&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm lost find me&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;let me go..please just let me go..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;life....what is it but to live??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrOeP-INwkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cZVN5TgfQFY/s1600-h/bvfgf+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrOeP-INwkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cZVN5TgfQFY/s320/bvfgf+262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382819976850555458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrOd9q_TkSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0lYt0sBAwr0/s1600-h/bvfgf+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrOd9q_TkSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0lYt0sBAwr0/s320/bvfgf+266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382819662475268386" 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/4261508578775190211-266069363839612544?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/266069363839612544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-me-break-away-whywhathow-no-no-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/266069363839612544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/266069363839612544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-me-break-away-whywhathow-no-no-i.html' title=''/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SrOc0Mg1OCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AE9KYuhvRTU/s72-c/bvfgf+268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-1528971068255328078</id><published>2009-09-13T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:13:52.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music like that xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i love lily allen..don't ask me why...xD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i love her spunk and her song lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;her album its not me its you is so damn cool....i'm her fan HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;gawwd shes so like me..she makes me laugh and ok i find her pretty awesome =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;some of my fav songs by her are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-everyone's at at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-fuck you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ITZBBV8Syg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ITZBBV8Syg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-1528971068255328078?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/1528971068255328078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-like-that-xd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1528971068255328078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/1528971068255328078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-like-that-xd.html' title='music like that xD'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-606913889509872535</id><published>2009-08-29T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:49:37.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2.. buckle my shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SpjaBnr2pgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pVE2Nx7naTU/s1600-h/Fun_in_the_Fridge_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SpjaBnr2pgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pVE2Nx7naTU/s320/Fun_in_the_Fridge_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375285876634330626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i danced like crazy the other day..we had a ganpati visarjan at our school....12th is supposed to take part..you bet i took part..screaming and dancing with lazems LOl...even though mind you i'm not religious atall but hey its fun to be a lunatic once in a while well i'm a lunatic always only...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg:my convo with isha&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i threw her pencil box at her and it hit her chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;isha:kamini dekh toh kaha phek rahi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:sali kyun lagi kya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;isha:vehh obviously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i thought it didn't matter..it'll just bounce off you see..you and tripathi mam are relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;isha:mouth open..kamini.tujhe dekhti hunn mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:ducking from isha's blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yes thats the way me and my pals generally talk&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;shubhz is used to me calling her kamini,saali,behaya,badtameez,bewakoof(she calls me back too)--it shows our pyaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;abhishek:i was saying something important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me:what you are impotent?i'd heard rumours =P&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm a choti bacchee..i bought 8 stickers the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5 people said i have a sweet,baby voice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 said i have beautiful eyes LOL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i said i'm a wacko and don't mind being one&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;snoopy,spongebob(the battle for the bikini bottom),teddies,emo skulls etc =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  --&gt;my sticker collection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-606913889509872535?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/606913889509872535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-buckle-my-shoe.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/606913889509872535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/606913889509872535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-buckle-my-shoe.html' title='1,2.. buckle my shoe'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SpjaBnr2pgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pVE2Nx7naTU/s72-c/Fun_in_the_Fridge_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-7990741468100187879</id><published>2009-08-25T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:31:00.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SpSrouCn1GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/32sx7k1Jtbo/s1600-h/51VV3Z71R1L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SpSrouCn1GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/32sx7k1Jtbo/s320/51VV3Z71R1L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374108971401991266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm been like super--duppperr busy ahhhhhhhh....but well uhmm lifes hectic guys.....studies et all...and someone thought it was funny to take my scooty and park it near the police station(ok like whateva) ..i'm reading(no listening) to ALL AMERICAN GIRL by MEG CABOT on my ipod(you see i read alot but if my parents saw me reading they'll go mad so audiobook is the next best thing--actually better) and bloody hell its so cool...its hilarious i love it its AWESOME ITS AWESOME ......i can't astop laughing and you know samantha reminds me alot of me xD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;try it.....=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="moodmod"&gt;Top ten reasons Samantha Madison is in deep trouble: 10) Her big sister is the most popular girl in school. 9) Her little sister is a certified genius. 8) She's in love with her big sister's boyfriend 7) She got caught selling celebrity portraits in school 6) And now she's being forced to take art classes 5) She's just saved the president of the United States from an assassination attempt 4) So the whole world thinks she is a hero 3) Even though Sam knows she is far, far from being a hero 2) And now she's been appointed teen ambassador to the UN and the number one reason Sam's life is over? 1) The president's son just might be in love with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;those interested in "listening"&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=99568409bbd5e4ca8c9e7c56ba37815f5fb7fc4efaba4b69"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="moodmod"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-7990741468100187879?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/7990741468100187879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-been-like-super-duppperr-busy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7990741468100187879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/7990741468100187879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-been-like-super-duppperr-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SpSrouCn1GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/32sx7k1Jtbo/s72-c/51VV3Z71R1L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-8555537886461523353</id><published>2009-08-21T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:06:13.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i never say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/So-YPNCOziI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Thr6FDc5qF0/s1600-h/bvfgf+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/So-YPNCOziI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Thr6FDc5qF0/s320/bvfgf+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372680267440770594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i wish i was more stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;and more beautiful(whatever i look today is with loads of effort)..i wish i was naturally beautiful&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i wish i was loved by everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i love my mum dad even though i never tell them..sometimes it just shows when i hugg them or play with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i wish i could always do what my heart desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;if it were in my hands i wouldn't be in the rat race..rather into designing or arts or creative writing or social service but i have to take the general path..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i want all the usual things girls want a nice guy,a great home and kids..but m too embarrassed to say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i am an attention seeker..a very big one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i'd love to be lost in my dreamland,,i dream alot&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i'm a pessimist&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i kind of hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;many people may consider me as a good friend..but its actually difficult to gain my trust  even though i come accross as a very friendly person&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i'm kind of self-destructive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i want to adopt a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i hate people who judge others by outer looks..i loathe them&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i adore kids....if i ever have the money ill open an orphanage...or in my retirement teach kids HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i think a million things at a time&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i don't understand me or my decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i talk to a voice in my head which tells me whats right or wrong..rather it mocks me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i don't believe in god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i believe in higher powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i believe what goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i don't want to be super rich but i'm materialistic in certain aspects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;the thing i want most in the world is stability and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-8555537886461523353?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/8555537886461523353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-was-more-stable-and-more.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8555537886461523353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8555537886461523353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-was-more-stable-and-more.html' title='things i never say'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/So-YPNCOziI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Thr6FDc5qF0/s72-c/bvfgf+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-8034298429564218360</id><published>2009-08-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:23:32.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me n him....happy talk et all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SowKpAA9kuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/44gXluNXIK4/s1600-h/bvfgf+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SowKpAA9kuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/44gXluNXIK4/s320/bvfgf+245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371680155041108706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i talked to him yesterday..OMG it was nice(it always is) =P..long long time..he missed me..well me too..hes settled in his new college..we were talking happy happy (for an hour) lots of things some old some new and then he became sad so i'm like y??hes like he missed me...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me too.....he still loves me a little ok not little alot..and what else do i say o.O&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we talked alot mostly about me(uff i talk too much) LOL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;he has too many pals..his best friend loves him o.O well not that shocking you can kind make out =P..i want them to be together he wants us to be together again but uhh u know long distance et all...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway anyway hes my best friend still ^__^......i have to call him on his birthday or he'll kill me LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-8034298429564218360?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/8034298429564218360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-n-himhappy-talk-et-all.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8034298429564218360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/8034298429564218360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-n-himhappy-talk-et-all.html' title='me n him....happy talk et all'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SowKpAA9kuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/44gXluNXIK4/s72-c/bvfgf+245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-4453126661598686434</id><published>2009-08-18T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:39:08.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jump,scream,laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sop18l1o-ZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KHMCj_dSBfk/s1600-h/bvfgf+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sop18l1o-ZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KHMCj_dSBfk/s320/bvfgf+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371235189402433938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;today while they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;were giving badges at the prefect council i was thinking why the hell is everyone so serious..i wanted to go on stage and do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mething silly like do a tapdance or pull the principle's nose....i wonder what would the reaction be??i sometimes get these urges when theres too much of silence to scream loudly or dance on the table to do somet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hing silly..rarely i act on those urges...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i had this idea once..i'd got a really cute piece of paper from someone i'd got it to school..it had stuff written like "play with her hair".."make her angry then kiss her ".."lift her up" etc&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;our class boys are dorks so i wondered what would their response be like to stuff like this ..so i secretely put it up on the class notice board under the heading"advice for hopeless guys" ater school and saw the response the other day..it was hilarious everyone was crowded around the board laughing xD...wondering whose done it..i had ofcourse arrived then so no one could pin it on me..i just pretended to be shocked and laughed along xD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i was a prefect once yes unbelievable right??i was a good kid then =P..now i'm to loud,brash disobediant to be a "prefect" you gotta lick the teacher's shoes..i am completely against that =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-4453126661598686434?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/4453126661598686434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/jumpscreamlaugh.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4453126661598686434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4453126661598686434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/jumpscreamlaugh.html' title='jump,scream,laugh'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sop18l1o-ZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KHMCj_dSBfk/s72-c/bvfgf+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-6030865893874686710</id><published>2009-08-18T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:39:48.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blaa blaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sopxnwc-rtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jHajAKOKdKs/s1600-h/bvfgf+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sopxnwc-rtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jHajAKOKdKs/s320/bvfgf+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371230433428025042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i made this doodle the other day..i rarely doodle these dayz o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;look at this..its a keychain i bought few days back(i'm rich i'm rich!)don't ask why i bought it..its different i guess..anyway its become quite popular..varshal and khantil wanted one too =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SopyU3g1ZWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ovKJ7xwTYU0/s1600-h/bvfgf+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SopyU3g1ZWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ovKJ7xwTYU0/s320/bvfgf+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371231208417355106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sagar and isha bugged me today....they took my keys(i called isha a bhaiss HAHA)well anyway i got tired of jumping and running i ultimately had to tickle sagar...=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;our bio teach talked about smooching and her first puff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;someone smacked my butt LOL no not a guy =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reema ran after me for some reason i thing i made fun of her i forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway then what..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yaa a couple ov guys were staring at me from 3rd floor drinking coffee while i was talking and singing with aditi n pallavi like i'm a mildly interesting programme(i think it was becoz i was singing too loudly HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-6030865893874686710?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/6030865893874686710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-made-this-doodle-other-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/6030865893874686710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/6030865893874686710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-made-this-doodle-other-day.html' title='blaa blaa'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/Sopxnwc-rtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jHajAKOKdKs/s72-c/bvfgf+178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-4944850878106704337</id><published>2009-08-17T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T02:47:54.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In your face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SokjJuZWe4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WnhKct9_CQA/s1600-h/In_your_face_by_korny_pnk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SokjJuZWe4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WnhKct9_CQA/s320/In_your_face_by_korny_pnk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370862680596183938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i have an ego...oh big time ego xD..(no one knows it though)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;somethings you'll notice if you are around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i talk alot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i laugh alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i will bugg u alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i will contradict you instantly if i think you are wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;regardless of whatever i do you will still like me(haha thats an art)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i am a big time attention seeker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i talk loudly with comical expressions =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;i'm rude to people who have unnecessary attitude(i bring them down to earth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt;if i don't like something i don't keep it in me if i like something i don't keep it in me either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we had GST today(general studies duhh some stupid kind of activity period)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so we have this teacher..hes so full of himself..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hes like i can teach you anything english,math bla bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i was like lets teach you what being on earth is like...me n my pals were gagging..so he was asking about authors..so i said sidney sheldon...hes like he centres his plot around only 3 characters i'm like what??his each book is different i disagree and he called him a "her" i was like him its a him....rude and to the point thats me..what a loser..i hate attitude blahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-4944850878106704337?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/4944850878106704337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-your-face.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4944850878106704337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/4944850878106704337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-your-face.html' title='In your face'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SokjJuZWe4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WnhKct9_CQA/s72-c/In_your_face_by_korny_pnk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-5725898964442138129</id><published>2009-08-16T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:34:37.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The song i listen to these days =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xeGhBxB52xo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xeGhBxB52xo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't know why i like it..i just do....its from my favorite band =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-5725898964442138129?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/5725898964442138129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-i-listen-to-these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5725898964442138129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5725898964442138129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-i-listen-to-these-days.html' title='The song i listen to these days =)'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-5827864242949120034</id><published>2009-08-15T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:24:03.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the most  embarrassing question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SobQukwhqvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nA9E9gv1rvE/s1600-h/Cheeky_by_MiisterH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SobQukwhqvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nA9E9gv1rvE/s320/Cheeky_by_MiisterH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370209104245664498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;even when i don't want to be i end up being naughty HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most embarrassing question(for them) i've ever asked was to my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS A CONDOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in class 7 that time(i swear i had no idea what it was--&gt;yes i know i was an inno)anyway so i'd been wondering for a while cozz i used to see ads on tv.then i saw a sign saying kamasutra"khee-khee" we were in the car! so i'm suddenly like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats a condom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum dad were like o.O then mum was laughing dad was smiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dads like balloon&lt;br /&gt;i'm like"really"&lt;br /&gt;dad"yaa it is"&lt;br /&gt;mum was laughing so i said tell me the truth naa&lt;br /&gt;i pestered them then gave up..&lt;br /&gt;all they said was balloon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still laugh over it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-5827864242949120034?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/5827864242949120034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-embarrassing-question.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5827864242949120034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/5827864242949120034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-embarrassing-question.html' title='the most  embarrassing question'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SobQukwhqvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nA9E9gv1rvE/s72-c/Cheeky_by_MiisterH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-7033249101891293370</id><published>2009-08-15T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:03:08.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bunking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SobOHrngYEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fQlDdR1g6J8/s1600-h/Girls_of_summer_by_equilibriumgeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SobOHrngYEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fQlDdR1g6J8/s320/Girls_of_summer_by_equilibriumgeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370206237048725570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;shubhz and i often thought about bunking school but never had the right day...anyway on teachers day i hit upon an idea...its difficult to get a gate pass so i nicked around 10 gate passes from the teachers desk that day...xD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i gave shubhz 5 and took 5(it was a deal LOL)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;well anyway that friday we decided to come to school get out by 2nd period and go to my home and watch some movies,sit on the net etc etc&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so i told wrote two fake names on the pass(prerna bajaj and anjali sharma LOL)faked a signature and i pretended i was sick(the watchmans super thick i tell you)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so after we got out we went to more had ice-cream.bought a couple ov things like chocolates,chips,biscuits etc etc and went to my house(mum dad were outta town) we sat on the net,watched movie..i made shubhz some chicken cutlets and cheese toast(me--&gt;the great chef)...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;actually it wasn't the only time we bunked..we also went to the cafe opp school once or twice&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i ultimately used to drop shubhz back to school when it got over so she could catch her bus xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-7033249101891293370?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SobOHrngYEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fQlDdR1g6J8/s72-c/Girls_of_summer_by_equilibriumgeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-553033802470957352</id><published>2009-08-14T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:22:53.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first prank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SobSwCsCWGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/A8rT8s28a2Q/s1600-h/Lollipop__Lollipop_by_with_accusing_eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SobSwCsCWGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/A8rT8s28a2Q/s320/Lollipop__Lollipop_by_with_accusing_eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370211328483022946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;right so at that time i never thought i'll do such a thing..i was supposedly innocent(everyone thought so too) but i guess i had an evil side which no one had ever seen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway so there was this girl(i forgot what her name was) who was 5 years elder to me.she and her sis used to tease me and my friend swati alot.i wanted to do "something" to her but what i had no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;well something did happen and it started quite innocently to be honest.i was a kid then(class 5 or so) swati and i saw some white powder under a tree and poured some water over it.it turned out to be flour.so we made a dough out of it.but the problem was the soil was black in colour so it started looking like cow poop.then i got an idea..i asked swati to bring some grass and mix it..knead the dough properly so its jet black...it look like cow poop for sure now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i divided it into 2 sections and placed one piece in front of the girl's door and one piece at the back of her house and then we waited.at 8 p.m. that night the girl came out...she slipped on the fake"cow poop" fell flat on her butt and cried "oh shit"..haha i felt soooooo good that time..i was hiding so i had to control my laughter..i got even with her...haha..thats how the prankster in me was unleashed xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-553033802470957352?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/feeds/553033802470957352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-prank-right-so-at-that-time-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/553033802470957352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261508578775190211/posts/default/553033802470957352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-prank-right-so-at-that-time-i.html' title='my first prank'/><author><name>.PaNdOrA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NchVDP1_sDU/TWnOWZT-50I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2rXDXIavH2E/s220/photo0451n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dr6OPOzutI4/SobSwCsCWGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/A8rT8s28a2Q/s72-c/Lollipop__Lollipop_by_with_accusing_eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261508578775190211.post-1314160092439352489</id><published>2009-08-14T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:17:42.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i was bugged of my depressing side..so i thought why not put the peppy me up too.......and i'm bored..so these are my memoirs---memoirs of a girl who never wants to grow up =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4261508578775190211-1314160092439352489?l=trashtalkingissome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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