<?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-21064562</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:37.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Rule Book</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is like Pi - natural, irrational and very important.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21064562.post-114036287230478648</id><published>2006-04-25T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:30.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look in my eyes when I talk to you, you do but many a times your eyes stray away or look down - not looking at something [thank god not someone :P] but looking blankly in the space. I know very well how much you love to hear me out and you are totally with me (mentally) when I talk - I still feel it kind of good when you look into my eyes when I am talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. ... heck! who am I kidding? I find it such a fucking turn-on when you look in my eyes... NO NOT STARING but when you read my eyes. . . Those 'seeing-behind-the-eyeballs' kind of looks sweep me off, melt my knees, make all my blood flow to the feet &amp; I feel giddy! I find it touching. . . kind of erotic in my own way!&lt;br /&gt;And when you hold your gaze steady I can peek in your eyes too :"&gt; I love to see my reflection in there. . . as if those are the windows to your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that it goes the other way round for other people ;) I dont like them fathoming my eyes when I talk ;) rarely would I be comfortable of being stared right into my eyes !!! With whom I do, they establish a good rapport with me :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done here is my dedication to you, of how I feel about YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOST IN YOUR EYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- by Debbie Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I get lost, in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I feel my spirits rise&lt;br /&gt;And soar like the wind&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that I am in?&lt;br /&gt;I get weak in a glance&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this what's called romance?&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I know&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;{Chorus}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what I'm headed for&lt;br /&gt;You can take me to the skies&lt;br /&gt;It's like being lost in heaven&lt;br /&gt;When (and) I'm lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Something is there&lt;br /&gt;We can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, when I first knew&lt;br /&gt;Was when I first looked at you&lt;br /&gt;And if I&lt;br /&gt;Can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;If salvation&lt;br /&gt;Seems miles away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;{Repeat Chorus}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I get weak in a glance&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this what's called romance&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;When I am lost&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&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/21064562-114036287230478648?l=ourrulebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114036287230478648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21064562&amp;postID=114036287230478648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/114036287230478648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/114036287230478648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/04/look.html' title='LOOK'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21064562.post-114036261851543829</id><published>2006-03-10T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:30.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEEP TALKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talk, talk till you are tired of talking and then again talk some more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me listen, tie me down if I dont listen &amp;amp; then make me listen! Talk to the extent of irritating me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be stepping on my nerves and I shall get really upset sometimes, I might be shouting on you, cursing you, would say mean things to you - but only 'coz of a rush of blood to my head! I am in all my sane senses right now and I am telling you that barring those fits of irritation (not anger my dear. you know ever since I have known you my anger has deserted me!!!! Its been 2 years and I sometimes miss my anger so much :P).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall always want to hear you out, hear you inside out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall always want to know you more than you know yourself! &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/21064562-114036261851543829?l=ourrulebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/03/blabber.html' title='Blabber'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114036261851543829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21064562&amp;postID=114036261851543829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/114036261851543829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/114036261851543829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/03/blabber.html' title='Blabber'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21064562.post-113795274699023267</id><published>2006-01-22T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:30.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If anyone of us ever feel like procrastinating then the other person to supposed to kick his/her ass big time and make this song click time 'n again to him/her! We do this without fail except for the times when we are on vacations :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Side_of_the_Moon" target="_blank"&gt;Dark Side of The Moon&lt;/a&gt; (considered 2nd best selling rock album of ALL TIMES!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song&lt;/strong&gt; : Time {&lt;a href="mailto:blackfog@gmail.com?subject=mail_me_pf_time_song"&gt;get the song&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band&lt;/strong&gt; : Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then one day you find ten years have got behind you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And racing around to come up behind you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, home again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to be here when I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when I come home cold and tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's good to warm my bones beside the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Far away across the field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tolling of the iron bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calls the faithful to their knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To hear the softly spoken magic spells!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriouslly there is better music to play when we are vacationing ;;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21064562-113795274699023267?l=ourrulebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113795274699023267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21064562&amp;postID=113795274699023267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113795274699023267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113795274699023267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/procrastinator.html' title='Procrastinator'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21064562.post-113770050748511184</id><published>2006-01-19T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:30.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Child</title><content type='html'>Never be that someone who curbs a childs creativity just for the sake of discipline or does not let the child have his/her own way for fear of &lt;em&gt;'log kya kahenge&lt;/em&gt;'. Never force poem down a child's throat and make him/her recite them in front of guests at home - to listen to their appreciations, "Wow! Such an intelligent child you have!" Dont meddle in his/her childish ways to satisfy our egos in front of our guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a child for as much time as you can :) It beautiful &amp; simple joys of being childish are better than........... :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21064562-113770050748511184?l=ourrulebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113770050748511184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21064562&amp;postID=113770050748511184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113770050748511184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113770050748511184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/child.html' title='The Child'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21064562.post-113760865203421207</id><published>2006-01-18T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:30.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts, only if we let it.&lt;/strong&gt; There's not much we can do about it now; it's happened and it's done and the sooner we move past it the better. If it'd help to feel bad about it, I'd feel bad. What'll help will be to get our minds off it and buy some new things and put some time between us and today. So they take the whole trailer, so what? &lt;strong&gt;It's us that matters&lt;/strong&gt;, isn't it? Better us together in a desert and happy than us apart in palaces full of plates and string!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Richard to a cribbing &amp;amp; heart-broken Leslie ( after having their trailer ransacked and all personal belongings stolen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the same with me - you never give me any bullshit remotely related to money, name-fame, social status, materialistic belongings, etc. You are the world to me and beyond my world nothing else matters. &lt;strong&gt;We are 'the home', houses we can have any&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21064562-113760865203421207?l=ourrulebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113760865203421207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21064562&amp;postID=113760865203421207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113760865203421207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113760865203421207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-world.html' title='My World'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21064562.post-113745163515737736</id><published>2006-01-16T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:30.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You NEVER refuse me a kiss whenever (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;any time, any place, doing whatever&lt;/span&gt;) and wherever (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;public place, parents/relatives/frnds around&lt;/span&gt;) I might want one, neither do I ever refuse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a peck suffices sometimes instead of the breath-sucking kind! And I am not stupid to make a scene in public places but when it comes to you and me, all others can go fk themselves, AND I am a man (!) - hence understand there is a big reason behind every kiss asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by&lt;/strong&gt;: me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt;: you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contexts&lt;/strong&gt;: Are you ashamed to love me? if not then whats the problem expressing? And its a big place, people haven't got time to live their lives, forget them minding anything about our's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regrets&lt;/strong&gt;: of course none till I get my share ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;requests&lt;/strong&gt;: understand that I do have some weird interpretations in life - you give out a highly gross signal when you refuse a kiss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21064562-113745163515737736?l=ourrulebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/kiss1.html' title='kiss1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113745163515737736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21064562&amp;postID=113745163515737736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113745163515737736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113745163515737736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/kiss1.html' title='kiss1'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21064562.post-113745093127220651</id><published>2006-01-16T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:30.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We go by the "&lt;strong&gt;one month rule&lt;/strong&gt;" - no one can bring up anything in an argument that happened or was done/said more than a month ago. No grudges please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is compulsory to curse me on my face if you feel even feel a tad bit doing so; you know how much I love that :D *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid grin&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and we (donno about you but I am sure of myself!) do need to have at least one fight in 2-3 days. If it doesn't happen then cook up some idiotic reason but lets keep loving.. . .errr.. i mean fighting :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by&lt;/strong&gt;: me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt;: you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contexts&lt;/strong&gt;: I like to fight with you, but want a new fight everytime hence no repetition ;-) I need you to call me names, if you don't fight [God forbid :P] then come up with some other reason to call me names!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regrets&lt;/strong&gt;: none!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;requests&lt;/strong&gt;: you know neighbours can go fk themselves. Such rarities are to be cherished in totality without any intimidation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; deliberately titles this fight1 - I know a lot many would be coming up &gt;:) *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;devilish laugh&lt;/span&gt;* Please do NOT bear them with me, rather cherish them with me :-)&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/21064562-113745093127220651?l=ourrulebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/fight1.html' title='Fight1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113745093127220651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21064562&amp;postID=113745093127220651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113745093127220651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113745093127220651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/fight1.html' title='Fight1'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21064562.post-113744909903895674</id><published>2006-01-16T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:29.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Kya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cook alternate weeks. And no arguments about it! I dont care if guests are home - I don't care what they have to say about me cooking - I am comfortable with you attending to them in the living room &amp; me cooking :-)&lt;br /&gt;I do the dishes in your weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you teach me &amp; assist me in my weeks. {plss, you know I need it badly :P}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by&lt;/strong&gt;: me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt;: both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contexts&lt;/strong&gt;: I love cooking; dont want you to slog in the kitchen all the time - go out, enjoy yourself; don't wanna depend on you in case of potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;blackmailing about going to bed empty stomach &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regrets&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry for the food during my learning 'periods'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;requests&lt;/strong&gt;: my mom need not need know about this; and your mumma need not eat food cooked by YOU, I know she can digest what I can cook - you exchange your weeks with mine if she is home &amp; I exchange mine if mine is home ;-)&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/21064562-113744909903895674?l=ourrulebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/hungry-kya.html' title='Hungry Kya?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113744909903895674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21064562&amp;postID=113744909903895674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113744909903895674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113744909903895674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/hungry-kya.html' title='Hungry Kya?'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21064562.post-113744731561457475</id><published>2006-01-16T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:13:29.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet cribs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chhed doon mein kabhee pyaar se to tang hoti hai&lt;br /&gt;chhod doon rooth ke to bhee to jang hoti hai,&lt;br /&gt;chhed doon mein kabhee pyaar se to tang hoti hai&lt;br /&gt;khaam khaah choom loon to bhi to jang hoti hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet cribs of loving her :"&gt; Yayyy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21064562-113744731561457475?l=ourrulebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-cribs.html' title='sweet cribs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113744731561457475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21064562&amp;postID=113744731561457475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113744731561457475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21064562/posts/default/113744731561457475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourrulebook.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-cribs.html' title='sweet cribs'/><author><name>Ashish Gupta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/181374055_6e24500761_o_d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
