<?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-3245680467335011091</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:34:01.482-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='politicians'/><category term='2009'/><category term='26/11'/><category term='personal'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='movies'/><category term='stayovers'/><category term='mumbai'/><category term='Art'/><category term='date'/><category term='terrorism'/><category term='Creativity'/><category term='buddies'/><category term='rims'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='University'/><category term='pseudo'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Sammy'/><category term='Diwali'/><category term='cut the crap'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='fun'/><category term='corruption'/><category term='whatever.'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='blasts'/><category term='cars'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>.::The Wind Blows The Other Way::.</title><subtitle type='html'>|Its pure randomness|
 &amp;lt;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-6567269368633878293</id><published>2009-08-21T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:10:55.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever.'/><title type='text'>i love these stayovers and shall miss em the most!</title><content type='html'>Im back home, yet the realisation is still present, looming overhead like the darkest grey cloud..&lt;br /&gt;You know you are a goner, you have to get back to that alien land.&lt;br /&gt;You wish to stay but no one but you can allow that, however that power vested within you was stripped long back...I wish to belong, i wish to prolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, things never take place the way you wish for it to, yet one day certain circumstances catch you completely unawares....even when you have moved way on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends seem to discuss football clubs..Loyalties have changed. Though i yet agree...the oldies are the ones who deserves to run for those 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up on your school pals...they are the ones who manage to stand by in all those sticky situations....plus the genuine ones you come across in university. Amen to that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't blame you if you dont understand any of this.. you arent meant to. Somehow I have never attempted to sound appealing to any of you'll. This is my space. I do as i like....as always.&lt;br /&gt;So screw the grammar and the puntuations, who gives a damn if i write everthing crammed up in one post. Go ahead and frown...it makes that face look prettier.&lt;br /&gt;The only ones i try pleasing are those matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the most random one..the keys seem to swim to and fro before my eyes. Quite a task typing this one down. Then again, thats where the fun lies in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your never sober one signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Tooodledooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-6567269368633878293?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6567269368633878293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=6567269368633878293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/6567269368633878293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/6567269368633878293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-these-stayovers-and-shall-miss.html' title='i love these stayovers and shall miss em the most!'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-3154734068403272705</id><published>2009-03-22T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T04:11:44.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so I break the hiatus with this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate it when the conscience doesn’t prick. Maybe it is because everyone has become so used to being a horrible human being that nothing bothers them anymore. You know you are doing wrong and yet refuse to refrain from doing what you are. If you manage to feel guilty….its fine. I would like to think there is yet some humanity left in you. However when you do the most terrible acts and think it is all justified…then maybe you need a reality check. You are hurting someone. Your intentions are aimed at making someone feel worthless. And yet you manage to think no end of yourself? I wonder how you do that….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P.S: this isn’t aimed for someone in particular…so save those retorts for some other post. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-3154734068403272705?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3154734068403272705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=3154734068403272705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/3154734068403272705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/3154734068403272705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-so-i-break-hiatus-with-this.html' title='And so I break the hiatus with this.'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-755725098197673844</id><published>2009-01-02T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:40:21.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><title type='text'>yaaay 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SV41APrGbeI/AAAAAAAAABk/uOC8wkAND7Y/s1600-h/happyNewYear0SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SV41APrGbeI/AAAAAAAAABk/uOC8wkAND7Y/s320/happyNewYear0SM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286721290903121378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. * pulls a cracker, goes back to hibernate*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-755725098197673844?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/755725098197673844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=755725098197673844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/755725098197673844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/755725098197673844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/yaaay-2009.html' title='yaaay 2009!'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SV41APrGbeI/AAAAAAAAABk/uOC8wkAND7Y/s72-c/happyNewYear0SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-2154574847045977661</id><published>2008-12-30T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:05:07.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Blessy's Art!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SVoqRlYUIqI/AAAAAAAAABc/M-DBZWzndKk/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SVoqRlYUIqI/AAAAAAAAABc/M-DBZWzndKk/s400/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583594252935842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby Bless..was bored..and so..she did this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times she is too adorable! *teardrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I would have run out of patience if I ever attempted this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this is cool..way too cool! Ze child eez a genius! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-2154574847045977661?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2154574847045977661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=2154574847045977661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/2154574847045977661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/2154574847045977661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessys-art.html' title='Blessy&apos;s Art!'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SVoqRlYUIqI/AAAAAAAAABc/M-DBZWzndKk/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-5847057920893568554</id><published>2008-12-01T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:26:51.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corruption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politicians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='26/11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>Stooping lower by the minute....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"If it had not been Sandeep's house, not even a dog would have glanced that way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Kerala chief minister V S Achuthanand said after being showed to the door by K Unnikrishnan, father of Major Sandeep who was slain while battling the terrorists. It shocked me to read such a comment. In my opinion, the chief minister got a lot less than what he deserved. I hope he gets stoned to death for such a remark. A dog is atleast loyal to his master. This man is far from being loyal towards India. He stooped low...lower than the terrorists. Mocking a family in grief , you Mr CM are a barefaced hypocrite. You are not an Indian. None of you'll are Indians. It is you all who have detriorated my country to a level that it is considered amongst the Top 20 dangerous countries of the World. Another minister feels it is quite normal for such things to happen in big cities. Would it be normal if your son was trapped as one of the hostages?? Some others feel it was quite appropriate to give RGV and his celebrity son a tour of the Taj and the Oberoi. Im glad you lost your position. It served you right. And however bizzare this may sound, all the ministers need to resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring all the intelligence reports and then not taking the blame for being at fault is disgusting. After claiming hundreds of lives such people do not even deserve to be called as Indians. It would be better to take away their citizenships and burn their passports. The remaining terrorists that roam freely in the city does not bother me as much as the fact that my country lies in the hands of such scums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the "concerned authorities" would read this. Or how the rest of the Indians would react to such comments thrown without a thought. They would go about accepting bribes and buying their luxury cars. And if there is the remote possiblity of them having their fill of money, then they should kindly consider taking their time out from begging for votes and compensating the families, the injured, and the security guards including the commandos and firemen who did survive this tragedy that we citizens hold them directly responsible for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-5847057920893568554?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5847057920893568554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=5847057920893568554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/5847057920893568554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/5847057920893568554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/stooping-lower-by-minute.html' title='Stooping lower by the minute....'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-4466667276512455511</id><published>2008-11-22T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:43:02.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rims'/><title type='text'>True happiness lies in new rims =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SShEDYMTXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZGFioTfgiH4/s1600-h/n189100419_30223456_9061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SShEDYMTXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZGFioTfgiH4/s320/n189100419_30223456_9061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271538188661513282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got them! Finally!! And they couldn't be any sleeker. New, sexy rims to give his car a make over! And voila! She looks like a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is he is so happy and has the widest smile on his face. And oh boy am I proud or what! Not because he got them or that he has a yummy choice =P but because he worked for them! He deserves this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna get back to watch him drool over those rims.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; And join him at that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-4466667276512455511?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4466667276512455511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=4466667276512455511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/4466667276512455511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/4466667276512455511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-happiness-lies-in-new-rims-p.html' title='True happiness lies in new rims =P'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SShEDYMTXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZGFioTfgiH4/s72-c/n189100419_30223456_9061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-2702507356702945980</id><published>2008-11-20T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:24:33.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><title type='text'>My Bestie....err too emo..correction..MY BITCH! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nataliedee.com/091307/best-friends-forever-and-ever-and-ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 136px;" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/091307/best-friends-forever-and-ever-and-ever.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have ended up hating her...She never liked my bfs (except my present one =P), she hated me smoking, she detested my college friends...when I sneaked away to another city she was ready to strangle me, She reached my house and told my mom about me having nil attendance in junior college because I used to sit all day doing Sheesha and how I sneaked away for going clubbing. I could have called her a Bigmouth but instead she became my best friend. For these very reasons. Her name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pari&lt;/span&gt;...and yes I do hate her..but only because she is 8 inches taller than me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known her for 16 years now! And she has proven to be the friend every girl would wish to have. We have the most amazing time together. We grew up together, attended school together, went to college together and bunked together (yes, shes not all that angelic...infact shes not at all angelic!) There were times we would go half way till college...and then decide to bunk and take a U -turn! We did that for 2 whole years. In the end we both ended up getting black listed! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stayovers turn out to be the craziest ever. I make her cook for me in the middle of the night. Shewould ask me to call up random people at 3 am and speak nonsensical stuff with them! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did that btw&lt;/span&gt;. She was there to hurl abuses at my ex when I had my first break up! =) It was the first time I heard her abuse! And she did this for me even though she warned me not to date him. Oh and she did not speak to me for a few months because I allowed him to ask me out...but she forgave me. And whooped his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there when I needed her. Her house is like my second home. She agrees to play the silliest games with me. She hates porn..lol..she hates my short temper. She hates Christiano Ronaldo. She is currently nagging me to lose weight. She thinks I am the biggest retard she could ever find. (I cannot disagree with that though). She hates skimpy clothes because she thinks she is too fat to wear them. She tends to ignore her washboard abs that I am Oh so jealous of! =( She loves Vodka..though shes sworn not to touch vodka ever again. Yeah right! She teams up with my younger brother to riducule me. She is the best person to go clubbing with. To get drunk with and watch her lose her sanity. =P We speak in codes. We read each others minds. I could go on and on about her. When she had new friends...I still remained her best friend..even though I moved to another country. And its no easy thing having an Arsenal fan as your bestie when you yourself are a Man U lover. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore her. If I was a lezzie..Id do her. Totally would. (And when she reads this she is going to squirm! &gt;.&lt; )  I love her. For all that she has done for me. For all that I know she will do for me.  I eez missing her now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the bottle of Vodka that is kept hidden in her cupboard!&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-2702507356702945980?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2702507356702945980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=2702507356702945980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/2702507356702945980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/2702507356702945980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-bestieerr-too-emocorrectionmy-bitch.html' title='My Bestie....err too emo..correction..MY BITCH! =D'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-7072664621221363690</id><published>2008-10-31T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:10:19.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>3 girls, 2 guys and an extinguisher!!</title><content type='html'>The other day in university we actually had a mini adventure!! Yep, in Academic "&lt;em&gt;city&lt;/em&gt;". We had 3 hours to kill so Bobbin, Aneesha, Zaheen, Keegan and I decided to check out the new engineering block. Blessy and I would hop out on every floor to how it was like, whereas Aneesha kept a look out for the washrooms (Everyone had been talking about them! ) The engineering block is so so cool..exactly like those universities they show on tv!! Zaheen loved the workshop and Keegan..well Keegan just searched for perfect dokha smoking spots. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and there was this mini open area which was full of pebbles and resembled a maze with all the pipes intertwining..and yes it had those steps that have spaces between them *Shudder*..Ihate them! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally sauntered onto the last floor..and it had this door..like those fire exit ones which to open one has to press the rod down. So we did just that..only that we were dumb enough to let it shut! And these frikkin doors do not open from the other side!!!! There was a momentarily panic..and after that Zaheen and Keegan..rather obsessed with the fire extinguisher..begin to burn paper and then extinguish it. Yes they are considering being fire fighters if media doesn't work for them..Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called Samantha and Jerry to rescue us and while we waited Bobbin and Aneesha ate while I tried figuring out how to look beyond the wall which was well&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...higher than me.&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Sammy and Jerry came and Jerry opens the door..looks at Zaheen..looks down at a huge stone..and says " That was there for a reason you know." Hahaha..his expression was priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the most eventful days at the university..Yes it was. And now you know how boring studying at AC can be....*Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-7072664621221363690?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7072664621221363690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=7072664621221363690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/7072664621221363690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/7072664621221363690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-girls-2-guys-and-extinguisher.html' title='3 girls, 2 guys and an extinguisher!!'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-3657971611170671552</id><published>2008-10-26T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:32:14.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stayovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy'/><title type='text'>Sammy! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Chinki Eyed, La- word uttering, Bobbin's Sex Slave spent the nite with me! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..it was fun..we gossiped =D yes we do that and we love it..then met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; ..they hogged..i had fries *sulk* but then there was strawberry juice =D so yeah it was nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clicked pictures, msn, facebook, the tube, and random clothes trying session..lol it was all goooooooood! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy just punched me..she needs to go to 24/7 and is singing *Gulp*..I need to leave. Urgent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-3657971611170671552?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3657971611170671552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=3657971611170671552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/3657971611170671552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/3657971611170671552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/sammy-3.html' title='Sammy! &lt;3'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-7780627795461380655</id><published>2008-10-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:22:45.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diwali'/><title type='text'>Another one!</title><content type='html'>err..right! So yet again I do not find time to upload my blog..=( all the workload from university consumed all of my time..and ofcourse, add laziness to that..as Bobbin says "succumb to sloth".. I have the most amazing and weird convos on msn (or as she fondly calls it "the little bald green chap") with Bobbles and Sammy =D. They are all hilarious..btw Khadu just felt me up..*eeep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm so yeah..me not blogging..lol..various excuses..but these 2 weeks were fun!! It was his birthday..and we had a blast!! I got introduced to his friends..and he got cake smashed onto his face..heehee..and yes..presents and pictures too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the same day I reported for my uni's grad ceremony which was held at madinat jumeirah..was a nice experience..I learnt not to trust food that can look amazingly, gob-smackingly delicious to taste good..nope..do not ever fall for that..Bobbin would swear by it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and its Diwali *whooopieeee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-7780627795461380655?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7780627795461380655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=7780627795461380655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/7780627795461380655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/7780627795461380655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-one.html' title='Another one!'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-8912112935730406243</id><published>2008-10-10T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:59:53.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation on msn made me realise...</title><content type='html'>...I like people with substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use way too many smilys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to reduce the usage of the word 'And'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we all die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever! I would prefer if you all could ignore this post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-8912112935730406243?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8912112935730406243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=8912112935730406243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/8912112935730406243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/8912112935730406243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversation-on-msn-made-me-realise.html' title='A conversation on msn made me realise...'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-5905111894358505109</id><published>2008-10-09T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:10:05.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Boredom made me post this!</title><content type='html'>Its been  a while since I last posted anything..blame it on me being sick now for three weeks in a row and the test that I did not even complete! blame it on us going to aqua park =) and coming home with every bit of energy drained out from us. Aqua Park was worth it though..totally! Thanks to my friends forcing me..I am not afraid of water slides anymore..well most of them anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..right now i seem to be having an interesting convo with Neo on MSN..we are currently trying to battle out a poetry competition...i need to find something that rhymes with the word 'Purple'...ack! *stabs...Neo of course*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel mosquitoes have entered into the territory of United Arab Emirates....I seem to get bitten by them quite often now....it is just what we needed..expat mosquitoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im jobless yet again..but i have 28 Dance movies to kill my time! *whooopieeeeee* C'est la vie! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-5905111894358505109?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5905111894358505109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=5905111894358505109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/5905111894358505109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/5905111894358505109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/boredom-made-me-post-this.html' title='Boredom made me post this!'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-7776275496505635277</id><published>2008-10-01T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:57:19.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Awezummmm!</title><content type='html'>I had a lovely day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice long drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty little Italian restraunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrumptious meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the best companion to hang out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss..sheer bliss.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-7776275496505635277?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7776275496505635277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=7776275496505635277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/7776275496505635277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/7776275496505635277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/awezummmm.html' title='Awezummmm!'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-7438525644397718465</id><published>2008-09-30T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:01:24.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QC!!</title><content type='html'>Eid Mubarak !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my friend Kanak hooked onto ze webcomic Questionable Content...heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading my friend =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-7438525644397718465?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7438525644397718465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=7438525644397718465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/7438525644397718465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/7438525644397718465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/qc.html' title='QC!!'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-2748095908311263612</id><published>2008-09-30T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:51:32.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cut the crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseudo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Let the rants begin... &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOJY1YaTQuI/AAAAAAAAABI/_VZvWJtS654/s1600-h/im_a_fake_by_xdisenchantedx92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251857789576495842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOJY1YaTQuI/AAAAAAAAABI/_VZvWJtS654/s320/im_a_fake_by_xdisenchantedx92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is anything I can't stand its people being fake! Now do not get me wrong..this post isn't for anyone in particular (yes Im sure many people reading this might think its about them...not surprising actually..) but this isn't about anyone I would want to target. Its just a post about me not being able to stand phony people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely detest it when people sugarcoat their words..why do it when you know you do not mean any of it?? Honestly, I feel its quite a low thing to do. If you are in a squabble..and you want to call your "friend" a disgusting little piece of crap..then have the guts to do it!! If you can think so, have the nerve to say so! And what annoys me further is when I hear a &lt;em&gt;desi &lt;/em&gt;complaining about the people around them being too &lt;em&gt;desi.&lt;/em&gt; Infact I hate the term itself (only because it is often uttered in a disparaging manner). If I am from India and converse in Hindi, watch bollywood movies and hum tunes from those very films, whats the big deal about it??!?! You listen to the same music. You watch the same movies. You speak the same language. But you refuse to admit it. Personally I feel you are a wimp. And such people clearly define the word pseudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What suprises me even more is that many people fail to look through such asswipes. How thick could anyone actually get?? =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Occasionally my anger is replaced by pity for such people. They live in constant fear of their true identities being revealed. And while reading this if you thought I was referring to you...I pity you as well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to stop beginning my sentences with 'And'&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/3245680467335011091-2748095908311263612?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2748095908311263612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=2748095908311263612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/2748095908311263612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/2748095908311263612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-rants-begin.html' title='Let the rants begin... &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOJY1YaTQuI/AAAAAAAAABI/_VZvWJtS654/s72-c/im_a_fake_by_xdisenchantedx92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245680467335011091.post-5528644347498146718</id><published>2008-09-29T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:42:26.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>The First One!!</title><content type='html'>I finally have my own blog!!&lt;br /&gt;After months of reading various ones..(which were quite amazing btw) I now have one of my own. =D I don't exactly know why...but I am excited!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm..thats it for now....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the excitement died down pretty fast =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need to sleep..bubyeeeeeeeeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3245680467335011091-5528644347498146718?l=istolethecookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5528644347498146718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3245680467335011091&amp;postID=5528644347498146718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/5528644347498146718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245680467335011091/posts/default/5528644347498146718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istolethecookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-one.html' title='The First One!!'/><author><name>istolethecookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04527081275016417683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4SZcElg0oE/SOFa8ExRTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OmCZZuTAN8E/S220/DSC_0916.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
