<?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-21106388</id><updated>2011-07-27T03:55:55.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humaniacs</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;
Scared of heights? You do not wanna read further because its a deadly  fall into the world of Humanities Humaniacs. Fasten your seatbelts- Guys &amp; Girls, the Gay and Straight, the Drunk &amp; Sober, Goths, Freaks, Stoners, Geeks- this ride takes you to places you never even knew existed.&lt;br&gt;
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DB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5453/2249/1600/db10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5453/2249/320/db10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WOOHOO IM HAVING A PARTY AND EVERYONES INVITED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL THE GODDESS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt; is david boreanaz HOT or what? huh ladies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-114666516469515216?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/114666516469515216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=114666516469515216' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/114666516469515216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/114666516469515216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/05/mmmm-db.html' title='mmmm... DB'/><author><name>Goddess of trickyland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896348959080685238</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-114362619315028061</id><published>2006-03-29T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T02:08:18.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All thats almost Over</title><content type='html'>I dont know what to write, but I hate staring at a blank screen so Im just gonna start writing crap. (Free association..freud?) . Thinking of writing, I gave the (D)&lt;d&gt;ed board interview. It lasted about 1 minute and 20 seconds. 2O seconds to walk to the chair. During the course of that interview i realized that I have never participated in any poetry/writing/englishesque/ed board worthy competition in school. ;) Which actually hit me when Shweta get-outta-my-face Soni tells me "so jasveen (she knows my name! wooow) you have absolutely no experience in this field whatsoever." I suddenly thought of that Alley Mcbeal show, where she pictures things like sledgehammers slamming into the person she's sitting with.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this entry's NOT about me....(shock)&lt;br /&gt;Its the typical omg-its-the-last-year entry. Here's a list of all thats &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;almost Over&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% Begging people for 5 bucks to buy fun flips&lt;br /&gt;% Running in the other direction everytime you see Raghwan&lt;br /&gt;% Singing Shimmy shimmy go everytime you see Goswami&lt;br /&gt;% The weird hand gestures everytime you see Mother Dairy Queen Chona&lt;br /&gt;% Asking random people from your class whose names you dont know about what period you have next&lt;br /&gt;% THE SINGING! damn Im gonna miss the 'pop' band-consisting of pretty much anyone who didnt shove their fingers in their ears(read asiya ria shreeya u buggers are gonna miss us when school's done..no really!) everytime we started- I love rock n roll, hanging by a moment, yesterday once more, If i aint got you, say my name, leaving on a jet plane, If u wanna be my lover song (hides face in shame)&lt;br /&gt;% The dancing...sorry about all the flashing girls, it wasn't on purpose...lol&lt;br /&gt;% The weird snaps that we keep clicking (i still have the pig tails one duh)&lt;br /&gt;% ALL THE BITCHIN! About teachers, actors, musicians, people you like, people you hate, people you've never heard of, writers, the uniform, the books,  did i mention teachers? Amen.&lt;br /&gt;% Being the Sciencees in Pol Sci. Sad but kinda funny, probably the only teacher I'll miss.&lt;br /&gt;% The talent hunts.(what talent?)  Need i say more? ok then ;) The first one- I got to know some really crazy people who made me feel not so weird in comparison and the 2nd talent hunt, yeah well best time ever with these crazy fuckers!&lt;br /&gt;% School in general. The rules, their complete lack of relevance to anything, the day after day monotonous ritual of classes, periods, teacers, break, more classes, home, the weekend, monday tests. Its all I've ever known really. College? Sounds like another world.&lt;br /&gt;Aight, now i gotta jet.... (haha ryan ryan ryan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-114362619315028061?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/114362619315028061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=114362619315028061' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/114362619315028061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/114362619315028061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-thats-almost-over.html' title='All thats almost Over'/><author><name>gemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09330442693039160118</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>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-114104283975334874</id><published>2006-02-27T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T04:20:40.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEllo ladies wadddddddddddz saaaaaaaaaaaap&lt;br /&gt; ny how i was wonderin wat to do an shit...cus frankly im bored..and yes POLSCIENCE IS GETTIN To me...tho snigis notes rock..i actually feel like studin ..thanks baby...&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm....i havnt got around to do much of studin but im tryin in the words of alisha a fellow humaniac"once started is half done" which i figured wudnt gemme no where...&lt;br /&gt;soo my first entry is jst to say hi and how my life sucks(encore ppl) hehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Examology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive bin studin tryin to study&lt;br /&gt;sleepin eatin tv viewin&lt;br /&gt;my hairs a mess&lt;br /&gt;wit all that stress&lt;br /&gt;i think im loosing it&lt;br /&gt;shit i  spotted one more zit&lt;br /&gt;all night long ive bin plannin on studin&lt;br /&gt;but god damnit my bed keeps beckoning...&lt;br /&gt;those sheets never looked better&lt;br /&gt;my matress never felt softer&lt;br /&gt;my desk looks like a war zone &lt;br /&gt;ther r cups of coffee and a list of cell phone ringtones&lt;br /&gt;notes pencils and felt pens r all over the place&lt;br /&gt;im still wondering how to i start making a time table is such a waste&lt;br /&gt;ive changed places to study all day&lt;br /&gt;and now im tired soo i guess lunch times an hour away&lt;br /&gt;yawn yawn this looks easy maybe another day&lt;br /&gt;So there goes one more day&lt;br /&gt;two days before ...this wasnt in the syllabus any way..&lt;br /&gt;So i guess my resolution of studing harder has given way&lt;br /&gt;I will study harder ..next time i say&lt;br /&gt;after all the retests its back to square one hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR the effort ppl ..lol*applaud*&lt;br /&gt;ny ways i dont think ill b postin anytin else..or rather ill b banned from postin anythin else...cus im soo darrrrn borin..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;tc do well in ur exams an do PADMA proud...yeah watevr...yawwwwwwwwwn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-114104283975334874?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/114104283975334874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=114104283975334874' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/114104283975334874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/114104283975334874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-ladies-wadddddddddddz.html' title=''/><author><name>~grindmasterPJ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02917104693670820469</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-114096661799179334</id><published>2006-02-26T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T03:30:45.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my most valuable asset..yup..this is it</title><content type='html'>okayy...after hrs and hrs of pretending to study while i was actually thinking about my assets...(no physical ones ppl...i noe they re many..but then..this was more 'in solitude'..so it was more philosophical..)...so gettin back to the blog...my kaamchor bloogers(work stealers) werent really writin sumtin despit their most valuable asset ahh....."writing their feelings out" so i thought ill write sumtin out...nd ya ths is also my interview for the gawaar club...hav to put it in ma achievements(ill remember tht)..so here goes different gawwaaar lines that i have given the sophisticated TOUCH (talk about being philosophical):&lt;br /&gt;This is mainly sum a fews of the hindis the muhaavare (talk bt fav quotes) and sum hindis of the movies in the lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--kutte ki duum tedi ki tedi&lt;br /&gt;tails of the dogs always the stay crooked (as in tedi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--kala akshar bhaeess barabar&lt;br /&gt;black letter buffaloe equivalent (this term is gnrlly used for ppl like shwetab...no wonder hes in the gawaar club alreadyy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--kutte kamine main tera khoon pee jayoonga&lt;br /&gt;dogs the bastards i will drink ure bloodd( in the future will be used by our already melodramatic "gundas"once again i refer to shwetaabb nd srvind nd that super chep 12thi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--kuch kuch hota hai rahul tum nahin samjhoge&lt;br /&gt;little happens rahul u will nots the understand (he wont even make an effort to understand after she discriminates against him..i mean just becoz he loses in basketball dusnt mean hes a loseerrr all his life...i noe sad one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--kabhi khushi kabhi gham&lt;br /&gt;okkayy this aint no dialogue but then....in gawwaars of the languages&lt;br /&gt;sumtime happiness sumtimes sadness&lt;br /&gt;just one line exactly one line to define one's life and they spoil it alll by refering it to loving ure parents..?? i mean wtff??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy cant think of nymore nd besides i do hafta study k!! but incase u didnt reallise...alll of em start with k...so at the end..this is the end all of my loseeerrr blog...my most valuable asset is the ability to relate with ekta kapoor(i noe u didnt expect this..but then i hafta sumhow end ma random blogg...) mainly after this peice of shit ill get into the gawaars of the clubs...pls pls pls pls...tum mujhe membership do main tumhe saddiieesss doongi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawwaarr signin off (add more lines to this!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-114096661799179334?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/114096661799179334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=114096661799179334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to do her job for her nd get screamed at for doing it** gave me yet another reason to hate her an art most of the humanities ppl (other ppl too) have perfected wen she announced her double decker course for the finals:: today we had llike 4 periods of history ** nd no it aint borin coz we really,,no really we dont study history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like after 3.5 periods of bitchin bout aditi and screamin at amrita nd takin out her frustrations of menopause at us she finally spoke eternal 'words of wisdom' ,,, YESS!! we actually heard sumtin about iltutmish than redhead nd aditi nd how innefficient they were!! joy to the world!! kids can finally know bout rulers hu sucked at their adminstration thn lisnenin to sum1 hu sux at everythin talkin bt others hu failed to cover it up like her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon after that my feeling of utmost happiness was suddenly substitued by the shitty syllabus that she announced that like made me wish i was in afghanistan or sumtin were they dont teach the girl child....i meon out final syllabus is like::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)everything out of syllabus&lt;br /&gt;2)maps never even heard of..heard of..!! forget tht not even thought of in history class!!&lt;br /&gt;3)nd yaaa the large piles of notes 'bandy' gets us after long trips to the xerox room nd isnt even thnked enuff for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEA...... after months and months of lisenin to her gossip,,, being patient abt her breakdowns wat do we get??&lt;br /&gt;history like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nd literally....coz we havent dun it till she announced that we actually have ?@#?!@#?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-114045271497238767?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/114045271497238767/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-114029854146804036</id><published>2006-02-18T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:22:25.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loverboy@hotMALE.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some messages that should go in the Sexy Hi 5 Wall Of Lame------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sup howz doin?????? hope u r fine doin gud ...........so dam galz u lookin ssooooo cute n i cant stop mah self datz why jsu sendin u message ...... hpe u wont mind datz ...... so would u like to mah frind ........... if yaah so plz hitz em backz sooner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Hit "em"? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;peace aren XXXXXX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;u rocked us big time!!!!! gosh man, u r a babe!!!!!!!! i mean, it does not get any cuter.....as good as they come! hi gemma......... keep smiling......u r gorgeous. seriously, wont forget ur face for a while. know what,,....i created this id just to send u this message.....keep the smile going......have an own little fren goin arnd....otherwise wud hav been aft u wid my handzdown &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Hands down? where?),&lt;/span&gt; jus b wat u r n plz plz plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...... do tak care of urself its a very earnest request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hi gorgious, whats up , no reply? hope you are FINE over there.&lt;br /&gt;hi gorgious, whats up , no reply? hope you are over there.&lt;br /&gt;WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp;amp; A HAPPY NEW YEAR....&lt;br /&gt;hope i gonna give a christmas cake..(kidding)&lt;br /&gt;BYE DEAR ,MEET YOU IN A NEW YEAR.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(poetry beats shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hi dear how ru what do u do dear how is life going on. I am doing MBA from delhi. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(wooooow)&lt;/span&gt;you look nice cute and innocent. would u like to be my friend. 9871068064 is my contact no. plz do reply me back&lt;br /&gt;regards Vishav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;Something about you caught my eye.. you are pretty and hot too.. A rare combination.&lt;br /&gt;Do ya think there is something gonna match between you and me. catch me at yahoo sumtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:the_professional_chap@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the_professional_chap@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;drop me a line. take care till then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;POLL--- SO WHO DO YOU THINK WINS THE HOTTEST/AWESOMEST/SEXIEST/MIND BLOWINGEST PICK UP LINE OF THE CENTURY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-114029854146804036?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/114029854146804036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=114029854146804036' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/114029854146804036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/114029854146804036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/02/loverboyhotmalecom_19.html' title='Loverboy@hotMALE.com'/><author><name>gemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09330442693039160118</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-113991134838616594</id><published>2006-02-14T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T02:05:00.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unisex Loo</title><content type='html'>Any one want to start a petition to open the unisex loo? Im getting tired of Asiya putting surma on in the classroom (guffaw guffaw) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the big deal with that, I mean its not the only toilet in the school people can go to have sex in (or masturbate if your ugly) I know its spacious with the most no. of *ahem* exists, but the Blossom Block loos are muchos better; if your doing anything embarresing its a good idea not to let the sixthies catch you. The best bathrooms by far are the ones in the sports complex and the AVH; while they are no way comparable to a five-star hotels water-closets; they are still the best we have in our school; and by that I mean, no one pees on the floor in those loos.&lt;br /&gt;The worst ones are the ground floor toilet in the F-Block(NOT a good idea to have sex in there cause, well, you might get stuck) and the ones in CB Block(who'd be able to concentate on using the bathroom when all you can focus on are the colours?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Rita Khanna has the key to the lock of the unisex loo in her 'office'. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-113991134838616594?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/113991134838616594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=113991134838616594' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113991134838616594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113991134838616594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/02/unisex-loo.html' title='The Unisex Loo'/><author><name>Innocence Faded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575124122303219463</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-113984554421438431</id><published>2006-02-13T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T02:24:22.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>read between the linezzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5453/2249/1600/DSC00453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5453/2249/320/DSC00453.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i started out in 11th i dont really remember missing any of my old friends but at the same time i wasnt willing to make new ones cause being a cancarian im really emotional and always hav problem letting go .But as the yr went by i didnt even realize that i had grown close to my class and i finally started enjoying school.well i wuv all my friends ria shree farheen nishtha kanika jasveen stuti snighda, its only cause of u guys i even bother commin to school .ahh well i dont hav a very fancy vocablury and my spellings r pretty bad but i was being insisted to post somthing so here...OHH CRAP ITS THE GRAPES AGAIN THEY R GONNA KIDDNAP ME FOR SURE THIS TIME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-113984554421438431?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/113984554421438431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=113984554421438431' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113984554421438431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113984554421438431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/02/read-between-linezzz.html' title='read between the linezzz'/><author><name>Goddess of trickyland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00896348959080685238</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-113983924398680734</id><published>2006-02-13T05:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:06:59.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh!! - i DoNt NeEd nO vaLeNtiNe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;That's been my motto throughout the year, whenever this topic was discussed anywhere.But yesterday morning, i woke up to a harsh reality - valentine's day is 2 DAYS away and i'm still single??!!!&lt;strong&gt;That sucks&lt;/strong&gt;!!So abandoning all pretences i begged God to send me a valentine as i had been horribly unsuccessful in doing so myself. And guess what - all those losers who go about saying that God works in mysterious ways - &lt;strong&gt;THEY WERE RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;!!God does care about us! So much so that i got an answer in less than 24 hours!&lt;br /&gt;A ZIT! Thats what i get for valentine's day eve!I mean, all the chances of getting a last minute valentine have now come down to zero. I asked God - why - instead of sending me one, he has increased the possibility of scaring all of them away?!!&lt;strong&gt;Reason&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;God doesn't work on short notice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-113983924398680734?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/113983924398680734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=113983924398680734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113983924398680734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113983924398680734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/02/huh-i-dont-need-no-valenti_113983924398680734.html' title='Huh!! - i DoNt NeEd nO vaLeNtiNe'/><author><name>hallucin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501993536724175060</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-113946450506788019</id><published>2006-02-08T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:55:05.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red danger</title><content type='html'>okay fine...now that the exams are cuming up...we ppl are like trying really hard to study and all...and as soon as ure copying down mukta luthers poverty notes and all...wat dya hear?? the saris at westside are rea;;y nice...yea...all of us are sooo used to it now that me bringin up the topic is of no use watsoever..but i really hafta talk abt it!!&lt;&lt;irritated&gt;&gt; so as i was sayin...rita khanna thinks that the hostel block wich is like smaller thatn a bloody pigeon hole is her isolated party space for a kittie party!!! i mean she starts off....with the eco hod and poor aditi....has to lisn to it just sooo  tht she can get her aternity leave without red head bitchin abt her....i mwean red head&lt;&lt;rta&gt;&gt; is SOOOO DESPERATE fr atention...ure happily walkin around scool wen u see that rolly polly cumin towards u with her red light on...nd before u expect her to go like the ambulance horn thingy...she starts shoutin! gawdd! nd wen we re in class she cant help but shout abt her shoppin experiences and her gr8 saris...i mean get a life dude...wen we re bunkin u want attn wen we re studyin u want attn...wat do u want!!! bloody i want to get attn im russian dol with cheap dye red head girll...okies now im over with it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-113946450506788019?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/113946450506788019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=113946450506788019' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113946450506788019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113946450506788019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/02/red-danger.html' title='red danger'/><author><name>moonbaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781314953668595767</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-113941656314258027</id><published>2006-02-08T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:36:03.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eco teacher , Mukta Luther, is really, r-ea-lly nuts. I mean REALLY!! Today she 'deviated' from her subject, eco, which she obviously knows unbelievably well and started talking about how scientifically advanced us Indians are/were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres where I tell you a bit about Lord Ganesh. He was a normal little boy who happened to have his head lopped off by his dad.His father then feeling bad for upsetting this little boy's mother and went and a lopped a baby elephant's head off. What does he do then? Yup, you guessed! A head transplant!! The body of a boy and the head of an elephant. It all makes perfect sense. Now, *here's* when I bring you back to earth and tell you this was oh-so OBVIOUSLY JUST A STORY!! *sheesh people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the eco teacher. She thinks that in this day and age, entire HEAD TRANSPLANTS are possible!! Then goes on to cite examples from the bit of info you read above. I mean, let alone head transplants, inter-fucking-species head transplants. *sheesh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like saying Jesus walked on water and there are scientific facts to prove this. I mean, its okay, if you believe and have faith in a religion, im not saying anything against it, but when you start off with scientific facts.....seriously woman! Its a good thing she isnt a doctor...*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont believe me? Ask ANYBODY from 11 R who pays attention in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to any of the religions, im a fucking atheist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-113941656314258027?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/113941656314258027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=113941656314258027' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113941656314258027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113941656314258027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Innocence Faded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575124122303219463</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-113940968781178328</id><published>2006-02-08T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T06:41:27.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee-Wee's BIG Adventure</title><content type='html'>Unlike mere mortals, we h'mncs have much better things to do-when we dont have things to do! So yesterday during history when padma didnt turn up, we decided to play some DC(dumb charades). By the way,its common knowledge that padma has a 'history' of  playing truancy for at least 20 classes out of 30.i know what you're thinking - what lucky byotches!! at first i thought so too. But now after sitting idle for so many classes i'm almost pining to do some work! i mean instead of her its us who're trying to make her realise that we have to complete the course!&lt;br /&gt;Although when the cool team's here DC/PC ,taboo - everythings fun. but the cool team messed up this time.And that led to some really 'interesting' discoveries...&lt;br /&gt;It was kanika's turn to act and the moment i saw her expression after she got her movie - i knew it had to be something naughty. That impish smile along with the embaressed look said "how the hell are you gonna guess this"! She got up and acted as if she was undoing her pants. All sorts of words and phrases flitted across my head - sex, strip tease, "down there" , the front, dick, riding, and what not. Oh you bet i said them out loud!! Time limits and teams were forgotten as we plunged into the deepest dirtiest corners of our minds to figure it out. But we nailed it in the end - pee wee's big adventure. To tell the truth i had the impression it had something to do with an enlarged dick coz she kept on acting out the words "big" and "dick". I somehow missed the point that dick was related to peeing and hence the word pee. Complicated!!!and believe it or not - extremely tiring. it could give double eco classes a run for its money!&lt;br /&gt;Now once you're 'in the mood', and your brain cells are 'working' like never before, you cant really get out of it. Here's the conversation we had after that. read it - and "think" about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gem&lt;/strong&gt;: hey guys - have you ever stopped to wonder about the word "peacock"(pee-cock). i mean its so wierd  the way they're 'related'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: i know! And why the hell would you call your son "dick"!you know he has it, we know he has it - so why point it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kanika&lt;/strong&gt;: Anyone seen the movie Fun with "dick" and jane?i think we should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shreeya&lt;/strong&gt;:i'm in the mood for some pea soup(pee-soup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: How do you want it m'lady - strained?light?or dark?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shreeya&lt;/strong&gt;:I think i'd like it concentrated. And some seasoning would give it taste.&lt;br /&gt;(Just then keerti and pradeepti walked in 20 minutes late,gave a nice little excuse and got away with it too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snighi&lt;/strong&gt;:Tch! these days kids make up all sorts of  "cock" and bull stories for bunking. And the bloody teachers are too lazy to object. geez - i'm hungry. anybody got somethin to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti&lt;/strong&gt;: want some peanuts(pee-nuts)? they're the "salted" ones. the plain ones are so bland and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Samar asked me day before if i'd heard of siemen's mobile(semen's mobile).i wonder why he had a smile on his face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shreeya:&lt;/strong&gt;Ya i heard him too. And Bhavuk pointed out the wet cement(semen-t) which the workers were using for construction. i think we should start a Pervert Club soon. who'd you think would be ideal for pres--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asiya:&lt;/strong&gt;hey!!i just made an amazing philosophy.listen to this-&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;em&gt;"Sea-men..................have a lot of Se-men..................to see-(wo)men"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:Oh my gawd! we've found her!!!Shreeya!lets rejoice in our discover of Queen Pervy!!ALL HAIL ASIYA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shreeya&lt;/strong&gt;:oh mighty perv-devil! Please bestow on us your pervy charm and enlighten us with your pervy intellect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asiya&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh stop it you guys! i'm not full of "all that".by the way - i think the Pervert Club portfolio should have a detailed research on psychologists Horney and Ericson(erec-tion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Definitely. And a full fledged report on Mallika Sherawat.Have you checked out her GDB's(gravity defying breasts). they are so "in your face"!literally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shreeya:&lt;/strong&gt; Ya - they're even worse than the GDP's(gravity defying pants) we see all around us everyday.but seriously,someday i'm just gonna go stand in the middle of the OAT - and blow.And then check the number of pants falling down around me!! i bet it'll go over 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asiya&lt;/strong&gt;: 40! Coz the so called decent guys have now got "concerned" friends who are trying to spruce them up by pulling their pants down by an inch!&lt;br /&gt;(just then we saw Shreyansh standing downstairs flirting with some chicks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:hey check it out!'Man Slut' at his best!hey - that girl's shoulder looks bare without his hand on it. o my god here it comes in 5...4...3...2..1..touchdown!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asiya:&lt;/strong&gt;there goes the bell. honestly, it was fun listening to chona's voice on the PA system going - teachers please take your positions.As if we're a bunch of convicted murderers being taken on a field trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:Or a bunch of horny prostitutes trying to be controlled!!ok - i need that quiet bus ride home - can't let my mom hear me at my best behaviour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shreeya:&lt;/strong&gt; Ya you're right - but dont forget to get my CD's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:Which CD's??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shreeya&lt;/strong&gt;:The compact "dicks" i lent you last friday!hehe-couldn't resist it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asiya&lt;/strong&gt;:K guys - i'm a bit worried.i think i might have some serious competition in campaigning for presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:Y so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asiya&lt;/strong&gt;: Gemma came up with a better philosophy-&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;em&gt; "come to DPS RKP"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                  (come to Delhi Porn Society for Raunchy Kinky Porn)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-113940968781178328?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/113940968781178328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=113940968781178328' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113940968781178328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113940968781178328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/02/pee-wees-big-adventure.html' title='Pee-Wee&apos;s BIG Adventure'/><author><name>hallucin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501993536724175060</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-113916379336231294</id><published>2006-02-05T10:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T10:23:13.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humaniacs Talisman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;‘for spiritual guidance and healing’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1)      read further, comment and spread the word&lt;br /&gt;2)      Respect your headboys/head girls…..no seriously! *tries to keep straight face*&lt;br /&gt;3)      Boys- cut the long locks already….if u wanna be a chick, get an operation!&lt;br /&gt;4)      Attend the screw-the-boards theme party after the exams&lt;br /&gt;5)      Stand up for something you believe in….even if it sounds lame, even if you are the only one.&lt;br /&gt;6)      Master the art of dozing of with your eyes open (esp useful inpsycho and math periods)&lt;br /&gt;7)      Something that scares the shit outta you&lt;br /&gt;8)      Eat the swiss rolls from the canteen…we solemnly swear they get you high&lt;br /&gt;9)      Watch orange county!&lt;br /&gt;10)  Hang out no chill out no um take time out ….for mummy pappa (even though they pay your school fees)&lt;br /&gt;11)  Mass bunk if they cancel your picnic&lt;br /&gt;12)  Put your cell on silent (I no it sounds obvious but you shud visit r classroom someday…..)&lt;br /&gt;13)  Getta room you desperate teenagers!!! (and we don’t mean a class room…)&lt;br /&gt;14)  Get 1500 free messages a month fro 50 bucks (hutch users….)&lt;br /&gt;15)  Realize that your fundamental rights do not include butting your heading in other people’s business…privacy bhi kuch hota hai!&lt;br /&gt;16)  Come late for assemblies…its much bettah runnig in the field!&lt;br /&gt;17)  Break rules….but don’t get caught especially by your class teacher (read a particular ‘supah’ smart section heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;  15)   Get inside the staff room (what do they do there these days any way ….orgies?)&lt;br /&gt;16)Your girlfriend/boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON’T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1)      take fashion advice from the 12ees at the farewell (well ok apart from a few exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;2)      suck up to teachers&lt;br /&gt;3)      complain about the assembly music…its so umm Grooovy! *does the mithun step*&lt;br /&gt;4)      Be like one of those idiots who climb down the window, jump onto the terrace then the water cooler, down the stairs of the hostel block….my ankle still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;5)      Stare- even though the breeze is uplifting. Well atleast don’t do it openly then!&lt;br /&gt;6)      Get a tattoo of your boyfren/girlfren’s name on weird places….nothing lasts forever lol&lt;br /&gt;7)      Be one of those I-started studying at 8 at night-but-look-how-well-i-did  sorts      &lt;br /&gt;8)      Force your views on others….when you do that, tell me how!  &lt;br /&gt;9)      Have a missed-calls fight….so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;10)  Crib about that half mark you lost coz there wasn’t enuff taaaime (yawn)&lt;br /&gt;11)  Do them together (refer to the last ‘Do’)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-113916379336231294?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/113916379336231294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=113916379336231294' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113916379336231294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113916379336231294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/02/humaniacs-talisman_05.html' title='Humaniacs Talisman'/><author><name>Humaniacs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14484333890600297235</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21106388.post-113751969501166419</id><published>2006-01-17T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:41:37.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>sample post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21106388-113751969501166419?l=humaniacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/feeds/113751969501166419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21106388&amp;postID=113751969501166419' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113751969501166419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21106388/posts/default/113751969501166419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humaniacs.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Humaniacs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14484333890600297235</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>19</thr:total></entry></feed>
