<?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-8626149121051079518</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:04.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP...STOP...STOP!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>u cant afford 2 miss a  
../&gt;&lt;@#$$%%^^MASTERPIECE../&gt;&lt;@#$$%%^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallavirox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626149121051079518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallavirox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P@LL@\/!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16054421828752562038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626149121051079518.post-8954599668105512947</id><published>2008-06-01T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:58:13.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Last movie seen in a theatre:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. What book are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;My sister's book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Favourite board game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludo...I know it's kind of weird...but I'm known for my weird-ness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Favourite magazine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cosmopolitan...need I say more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Favourite smells:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Smell of freshly cooked biryani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Favourite sound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My doggy's bark...I miss it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Worst feeling in the world :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hunger, I guess. I'd die without food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need to call up someone...right away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Favourite fast food place:&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut, hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Future child’s name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arjun, if it's a boy....and I'm still thinking otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…” :&lt;br /&gt;Buy myself dresses, shoes and bags everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Do you drive fast?&lt;br /&gt;I dont drive, but when I do, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? :-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hell NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can eat anything in the world, as long as it's mashed and looks good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Storms - Cool or Scary?&lt;br /&gt;Cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Purple. It's so evil, and I identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:&lt;br /&gt;Delhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Favourite sports to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What's the use watching? You gotta meet me in the playground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really. She's my younger sis, and all that comes wth her, are her silly tantrums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. What’s under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;My slippers, and maybe a buck or two. That, when I'm not broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Would you like to be born as yourself again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. I dont want to be misunderstood in my next life as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. Morning person or night owl?&lt;br /&gt;Night owl. I wish I could sleep all day and party all night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23. Over easy or sunny side up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Over easy, I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. Favourite place to relax:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pot. I can sit there all day long (even If I'm not doing anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25. Favourite ice cream flavour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Butter scotch...that just explains the flab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26. You pass this tag to –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I donot have blog buddies :( Sad, but okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;27. Among people you tag, who do you think is going to respond the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This question is not in the question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;***************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&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/8626149121051079518-8954599668105512947?l=pallavirox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallavirox.blogspot.com/feeds/8954599668105512947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8626149121051079518&amp;postID=8954599668105512947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626149121051079518/posts/default/8954599668105512947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626149121051079518/posts/default/8954599668105512947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallavirox.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>P@LL@\/!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16054421828752562038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626149121051079518.post-6517030773245786143</id><published>2008-02-18T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:08:00.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK...R@WK....AWWWK...AWWWKKK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i dunno hw to go bout it....bt m jus tryin 2 voice my opinion bout rock muzic dats jus caught up wid many orf d youngsters 2day(nt dat m sm granny tryin 2 advert old hindi romantic songs!!)...well...let me start wid wat has brought me to the conclusion dat i HATE ROCK!!!m a tomboy of sorts n i dun really get along well wit galzz...dats hw i came across a group of guyz in the first year of ma college...they wr all ma seniors....n mind u i was ragged till i threatened to kill maself outta frustation!!!so dere i was stuck wid a group of guyz....all kewl...n 'kaandi'....d word dat describes all of dem...n nw me 2....so dese guyz r hardcore rock fans...n dey live 4 rock....all day...listenin 2 howlin n growlin(cant reely make out d difference b/w d 2 words wen it comes 2 rock)...all dey do al day long is plug in their respective i-pods(no sharin allowed!!) n move their heads in a way dat wud mk most of us believe dey r all insane!!! dis dey col HEAD BANGING...really....n i wonder wat happens to d blood flow in their brains(doubt if dey hv ne).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;now...all dese insane creatures put up in d boys hostel of my college n i being d only gal amongst d 12 of dem often xpect 2 be given all d attention in d world....dats whr their obsession 4 rock comes in....wid i-pods plugged in2 their ears...dey obviously cant hear ne thng....n dat 2 wen itz their fone buzzin...n i jus dun hv ne oda means 2 get 2 em.....thanx 2 ma gender probs...i keep callin....n keep callin n keep callin...bt hu z listenin???dats wat irritates me n sets ma temper risin....wat d hell???y did god hv 2 do dis 2 me??either he shud hv gven dese insane creatures sm brains....or....he shud hv made me a boy....poor me....all i hv is a bunch of freinzz(or idiots??)....2 luk up2.....so i keep callin till my ears can hear no more of trin- trin sounds.....n if m lucky....1 of em does tk ma colz...n den again...all he has 2 say z ''m sorry gal....cudn hear d fone buzzin....'' ''wateva''....i say...n den he goes bk 2 listenin 2 dat stupid torturous whinin of devillish lukin ppl....n tranfers d col 2 d oders.....it bloody tks 100 hrs 4 me 2 convince em 2 leave their beds n i-pods of course 2 cm downstairs to meet me....n finaaly wen d kings arrive......guess wat??? all i get 2 see is 12 heads..... all movin synchronously.....in a manner dat makes me feel giddy....wid their i-pods plugged in2 their ears.....(god save me!!!!)...m jealous...datz plain truth...n i hv no qualms in admittin...dat m 'JEALOUS' nt of anoda gal(bitch??) in ma frnz' lyf....bt of d muzik dey r in2....hw cn guys probably avoid ne gal(phir meri to baat hi kuch aur hai) 4 dat muzik dat sounds as if sm1 z dyin of constipation...n if nt dat...u must agree 2 dis....it reely does sound lyk sm dog z whinin away in the darkness of d nite...probably coz his lov interest ran away wid his bes frnd!!!! so datz wat i think bout rock...n dats y I HATE ROCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title='ROCK...R@WK....AWWWK...AWWWKKK'/><author><name>P@LL@\/!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16054421828752562038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626149121051079518.post-5079773884995346596</id><published>2008-02-02T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:09:17.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>m a wild child.....says momma..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;well m 1 orf those kids(nt a kid nemore....sayz momma...) hu doesn gv a damn 2 ne1 or nethn....dats me...totally uncensored...my momz drivin her head up d wall coz she doesn noe wat 2 do??or wat nt 2 do(evrythn she sayz i jus hv 2 defy it...)..&lt;br /&gt;so all dats left 4 people around me is 2 wonder whether or nt dey r in their senses...n if dey r perfectly normal...den derez surely smthn rong wit me(datz nt wat i think)....&lt;br /&gt;i tk myself 2 b smwhat different n well above d commonerz(nw datz nt throwin @tude!!....n plz dun think i dunno ma spellins....)&lt;br /&gt;itz jus my way of fitin wid d world n tryin 2 tell evr1 hu intrudes ma space 2 go **** a pole n jus lemme be....&lt;br /&gt;n all of u hu r nw thinkin m totally insane....u hv guessed it rite....i m INSANE....i jus hv 2 do wat i hv 2 do n no matter wat i wl do it at ne cost...&lt;br /&gt;datz jus me...n i lov 2 b dat way...i m still 2 cm across sm1 lyk me....so it jus proves dat...m DIFFERENT...&lt;br /&gt;i hv got so much 2 rite....n plz all dis is nt an advert 2 publicise myself n ma kewl quotient....itz jus my way 2 judge myself.....&lt;br /&gt;all those hu luk at lyf my way....r welcome...n oderz hu hv already judged me by nw....all i gotta say is ..........&lt;br /&gt;NOT AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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