<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650</id><updated>2009-02-21T00:34:43.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAFOOT</title><subtitle type='html'>no use commodity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-112544753780656193</id><published>2005-08-30T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:18:57.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Henpecked ?The question that all newly wed males face from time to time. Sometimes they truely are 'Hed' but dont want to admit 'it', other times they most deft are not, but go about shouting 'it' loud. Somethimes they are so disillusioned by 'it' that they would do whatever within their power to shield all references or occurences of 'it'.All i wonder is that if there actually is a very thin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/112544753780656193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/112544753780656193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112544753780656193' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-111687462369593462</id><published>2005-05-23T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:57:03.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So far so Good .. so ?i have to apologize for going into a hiatus or ist it an ? .. thats what happens when u code for months together to please people who mean nothing to you,in a broader sense i am not saying my collegues and my boss mean nothing, i like them and am passionate about working with them, but doing stuff to please the army, or the governor .. now that is just not my put, oh wait,  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/111687462369593462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/111687462369593462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111687462369593462' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-110882208314087131</id><published>2005-02-19T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T06:08:03.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>U U me meU: i cant beleive u dint realize iwas on the floor all night, unable to sleepme:  holy shit i think i was just knocked out, must be the wineU: Or probabaly u just dont care, u self involved prick!!me: hmm Possible .. i would still like to blame the wine ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/110882208314087131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/110882208314087131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110882208314087131' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-110677439980510537</id><published>2005-01-26T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T13:19:59.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The nuances of sharing a bed :)Well if one is not used to sharing their bed with another person on a daily basis .. i have to spread a word of cautionfirstly ur bed needs to be throughly prepared.secondly it would help if u wear smooth silky nightwear, and if u are the one who sleep naked then applying oil would also lessen the wear and tear ur body is gonna get subjected too.make sure the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/110677439980510537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/110677439980510537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110677439980510537' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-110179062044566368</id><published>2004-11-29T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:57:00.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving!I hope every one had a good thanksgiving weekend, I was in colorado at a resort called wolf creek, It was awesome, they had 4 feet of snow and the riding was great for november. I also feasted on the best thanksgiving dinner ever at a restaurant over there. You have to give it to the country folks .. they know how to make their meat taste right. Its dec already, time it sure is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/110179062044566368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/110179062044566368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110179062044566368' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-109898045637433313</id><published>2004-10-28T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T10:33:25.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah theres snow in the mountains already!!So this weekend i have to go to a thread ceremony ( a ritual done by the brahmin cast among hindus to symbolize their superiority over the rest) of my american born confused CUZ, frankly i dont understand why indian parents still want to subject their beliefs on the poor little confused generation. Maybe i will write about that some other time, dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109898045637433313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109898045637433313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109898045637433313' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-109873945984215467</id><published>2004-10-25T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T14:41:10.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>South Indian Wedding ( aka the dog collar days)It may come as no surprise to many that i am writing a blog on the rituals that are going to be bestowed upon me in the near future. I think the south Indian wedding is the most glaring example of subjugation of women in the hindu society that has its roots spread vastly into our culture even in the present day. That being said lets make it clear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109873945984215467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109873945984215467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109873945984215467' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-109751277195710358</id><published>2004-10-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T09:39:31.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS not so bad at allWell i guess my prev post was rather a spur of the moment meltdown ...i was watching the good the bad and the ugly .. and was so much into it ... i guess somethings never change .. u will always love classics .. and not to mention good food .. :)anyways there is this sequence of dialogues i think have the biggest impact in the movie ..well for those who dont remember .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109751277195710358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109751277195710358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109751277195710358' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-109717297718729754</id><published>2004-10-07T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T11:16:17.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>times they are a changing ...I remeber clearly, 7 yrs ago, while i was struggling to be a graduate student in the US, life was so much different than it is now .. i had never thought during the good old days, that i would stop watching Basketball, not adore Friends on TV, not chat for hrs with friends on yahoo,not  talk to my folks every weekend using AT&amp;T international calling plan and not be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109717297718729754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109717297718729754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109717297718729754' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-109625899466627223</id><published>2004-09-26T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:23:14.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was listening to vintage tool .. couldnt resist Forty six and 2My shadow'sShedding skin andI've been pickingScabs again.I'm downDigging throughMy old musclesLooking for a clue.I've been crawling on my bellyClearing out what could've been.I've been wallowing in my own confusedAnd insecure delusionsFor a piece to cross me overOr a word to guide me in.I wanna feel the changes coming down.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109625899466627223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109625899466627223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109625899466627223' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-109617404076494968</id><published>2004-09-25T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T21:47:20.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recent BickeringsHer : god in my version is like .....being a human we have some weak points n some thing s that we dont have under our hold so its like the moral support i get from the whatever i call godME: so basically u have created an entity for calling in times of needHer: in more practical way i get peace i feel relaxed when i  meditate r go  to a templeHer : it is some thing i can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109617404076494968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109617404076494968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109617404076494968' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-109339292919470730</id><published>2004-08-24T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T17:15:29.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY are we still THERE ?It's time to reevaluate our involvement.Every day there are news reports about more deaths.Almost every night on TV are photos of death and destruction.  Why are we still there?We occupied this land, which we had to take by force,but it causes us nothing but trouble.  Why are we still there?Their government is polarized, and there is noexperienced political </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109339292919470730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109339292919470730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109339292919470730' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-109224399432590193</id><published>2004-08-11T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T10:06:34.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>canada IIwell i remembered that there was a funny incident at the border i forgot to share .. edo esp will love to hear this.so i was coming back by grey hound and was at the us canada border in windsor .. everyone in the bus finsihed our customs except for one indian family of four who were going on vacation with 8 suitcases and 4 hand bags .. now can u believe that .. they were taking their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109224399432590193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109224399432590193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109224399432590193' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-109224351713989024</id><published>2004-08-11T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T09:58:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hiatus briefings IIMy sincere apologies for being dormant ..I have been just so damn busy with my craziness .. but no excuses ..so after a crazy india trip i had lost touch with golf and had to sharpen my skills so was busy prparing for last weeks tournament in detroit .. which i unfortunately lost and metro won ..and to make it up i decided to go to canada and smoke up .. the laws there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109224351713989024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/109224351713989024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109224351713989024' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108982867730821751</id><published>2004-07-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T11:11:17.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hiatus briefings !!after my crazy Trip to the canyon .. i was hoping to relax some bit .. but that was not to be .. was summoned to india by the folks who have hitched me to another extremely crazy earthling. i pity the world and all the sanity that seems to still prevail.phx - la(grabbed me cuz vinay) - bangkok ( pattaya) - mumbai (juhu,versova, amore, hash) - hyd(biryani, some more biryani,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108982867730821751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108982867730821751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108982867730821751' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108613771938284478</id><published>2004-06-01T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T17:56:25.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MADnessbackpacking the northrim and back in two days ..super madNESSbackpacaking the northrim and back in two days going staight to vegas and partying non stop till 7.00 in the  a.m </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108613771938284478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108613771938284478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108613771938284478' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108559116927571456</id><published>2004-05-26T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:06:09.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Observation of the daythere is not much difference between a duck egg and a hen egg. except that it is one and half times larger.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108559116927571456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108559116927571456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108559116927571456' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108395367515708095</id><published>2004-05-07T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T11:19:23.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vital signsafter today i have come to believe that u can pick up some real vital signs on a day to day basis. signs that can significantly contribute towards ur lifestyle depending on how u react to them. most people have a precautionary approach that can sometimes blind their rationality. i have been trying of late to fight hard and strengthen myself in trying to react rationally to the signs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108395367515708095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108395367515708095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108395367515708095' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108377872071341783</id><published>2004-05-05T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T10:41:52.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conversations in a subwayman: so wahts ur storywoman: how does it matterman: we are moving in space at the same rate woman: i am still breathingman: part of it is what i breath outwoman: we are already connected thenman: that doesnt mean we say good bye does it?woman: depends on the where u get offman: what if i never get of and so did uwoman: the world doesnt work that wayman: how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108377872071341783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108377872071341783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108377872071341783' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108377842116454397</id><published>2004-05-05T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T09:54:58.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ENGLISH GAANA(song) OF THE DAYtake my riches away, take away even my fameif u must take away , then take away my youthbut give me back my memories, memories of my childhoodthat dirty boat of paper , sailing the rainfilled drainthe hoods most popular destinationwhere the grandma sat telling her storiesof lands and places, of saints and angelstheir deeds of glory, their acts of wisom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108377842116454397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108377842116454397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108377842116454397' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108377797082954367</id><published>2004-05-05T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T10:29:22.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ENGLISH SHAYARI OF THE DAYSHAYARI ---&gt; what the hell is this ..u could say it is a poem .. but not quite .. maybe mirza can tell what the diff isthese are the people who loved you ...these are the ones who put u on pedastal ..where have they gone now ...oh where have they gone now ?these are the fools who reprimanded youthese are the fools who bent ur backwhere have they gone now ....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108377797082954367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108377797082954367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108377797082954367' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108369759266099325</id><published>2004-05-04T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T12:09:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sunday crazy sundayso after a overwhelming friday which involved a blazing round of golf in the desert, and a pityful saturday which involved trying to find roomates for the pad i was wondering on sunday morning as to what was in store for me .. and i was still in my blues and my roomie knocks and drags me to go to vegas .. so we drive reach there in the evening ,, gamble .. (effective loss 1 $</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108369759266099325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108369759266099325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108369759266099325' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108318429169959785</id><published>2004-04-28T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:34:50.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The singhSonshilarious</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108318429169959785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108318429169959785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108318429169959785' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108266513714185649</id><published>2004-04-22T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T13:21:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ominous signsUsually i am not superstitious ,, but somethings can have an impact on me .. it has to be really powerful though ..for eg. yesterday was one of those days .. has it ever happened to anyone while driving to say ur work or whereever every light that can possibly turn red has turned red and u had to stop at every intersection ..i was like will the madness stop ... and lo it didnt ..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108266513714185649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108266513714185649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108266513714185649' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404650.post-108207636488983185</id><published>2004-04-15T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T17:48:56.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Religious connotationsSo i went to church with my roomie this past sunday, ah just for curiosity i have never been to one in the US. Acoording to my roomie there are a lot of differences between the churches here and me not much aware and all was surprised when he said his was the cool kinda church where the service happens at a fast pace with a more upbeat and lively enviroment.up until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108207636488983185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404650/posts/default/108207636488983185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phenyle.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108207636488983185' title=''/><author><name>prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209952828953736074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01369219856001307178'/></author></entry></feed>