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      <title>ADIOS AMIGOS!</title>
      <link>http://raggedyanne.blogdrive.com/archive/73.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 21:12:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
     As
the New Year draws near I most resemble a nocturnal aye-aye from these
severe bouts of insomnia which has resulted in a penchant for
pop-culture in between contemplating flushing myself down the loo
(ech!) and gambling off my soul to become a corporate
sell-out with a nine-to-five job behind a desk (shudder!) when I would
rather be on a beach in Goa selling home-made cakes rich in
hydrogenated vegetable oils wearing clothes made of hemp (I mean as
opposed to doing paperwork for the Big Boss with warts on his nose).     So
it's not really surprising that I'm jiving to The... (more)</description>
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      <title>PIPPI AND I</title>
      <link>http://raggedyanne.blogdrive.com/archive/72.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 19:48:01 GMT</pubDate>
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           When
my sister was in the fifth grade, like every year, she won the prize
for outstanding academic conduct. It was nothing new; she's always been
this super smart, extremely pretty girl who I would envy just a little
bit even on the best of days. So when she brought home her prize I was
kinda bummed, feigning an eight-year-olds synthetic happiness for her
(I had yet to win one on a whole grade level, although I had my moments
with an occasional class prize for E.S and (gasp!) even Quran
(unbelievable? Believe it)).      Her
prize, wrapped in shiny blue paper consisted... (more)</description>
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      <title>CULTCHA, BABY!</title>
      <link>http://raggedyanne.blogdrive.com/archive/71.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2005 19:48:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> Gone are the days when roofs back home were made of thatch. They were replaced with corrugated tin roofs and later with cement coated galvanized aluminium shingles and so on.  The politics of the individual (and the nation as A-Hole) has changed accordingly  with the tides of time. The protectorate became independent (with small red, green and white flags waved in skinny, toffee coloured hands) and was ruled most sovereign under a narcissist imperial Monarchy (Et tu, Majid?) which was in turn toppled by a more superordinate-thinking Republic and so with the coming and goings of Odeon,... (more)</description>
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      <title>IN BITTERSWEET SLUMBER</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2005 21:48:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> If dreams could take the cake on being weird, mine would be a ten-tier masterpiece of the bizarre and uncanny. I think it has a lot to do with all the time I spend on the net, blog hopping and whatnot. I'm talking about this really twisted dream I had last night, which as fate would have it, I still remember vividly - bit by freaky bit. I've bleeped out some parts though.
 
I remember being in some Party meeting (funny since I don't even support a political group and have never been in a meeting) in a school compound surrounded by people; all these bodies (wearing shirts and tie's and... (more)</description>
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      <title>THE CONSTANT GARDENER</title>
      <link>http://raggedyanne.blogdrive.com/archive/69.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 18:03:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been up to on my well deserved reprieve from studies - gardening! Well not in the strictest sense of the word but the ol’ green thumb has been busy at work and today my very first flowers came into bloom (sounds weird but hah don’t care). Aren’t they lovely? I’ve never grown a plant before, much less religiously watered one or trimmed dead leaves off them. I figure I’m now as far up the totem pole of horticulture as my mother - or quite close to it anyway. (ok ok, that's not dew drops. i sprayed on some water for good measure/aesthetic... (more)</description>
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      <title>SO YOU'VE TIED THE KNOT... NOW WHAT?</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2005 19:05:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> After Ever After





A quiz for couples after the essential I Do’s
 
*note: this can also pass as a post script for boyfriend’s and girlfriend’s so comfortable with each other that they’d eat a bowl of fried rehi (anchovies) and snog their better half in the same breath. 
 
 

Your wife/girlfriend is doing some spring cleaning. Do you a) be a model husband/boyfriend and help her out or b) find brother/son’s Spiderman mask amidst the clutter, don it on and hang from the banister squirting imaginary webs from your wrist? 
You and your husband/boyfriend are alone together (after a... (more)</description>
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      <title>THIS CRAZY MESSED UP WORLD</title>
      <link>http://raggedyanne.blogdrive.com/archive/67.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 20:30:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> I have just about had enough of my girlfriends complaining of abusive relationships and not really doing anything about it. It is one thing to cover up bruises with a dismal layer of foundation but totally another to not understand that they are deferentially covering up a crime. There’s so much empowerment sessions I can be accommodative of, so many coffee’s and OJ’s (OJ hah!) I can swig down in one sitting for them. When their mom’s gave them the nifty life lesson on taking things with a pinch of salt, I’m sure that compliance to being bashed about (like on an effigy of Gayoom by a Sappe’... (more)</description>
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      <title>R.I.P BAPPI</title>
      <link>http://raggedyanne.blogdrive.com/archive/66.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2005 07:45:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Bappi the fish died at 3:29pm today. Lata fought him to death, refusing to share food or let him sleep and eventually bit his tail off. What a bitch! 



This is Bappi and Lata when they first came home.



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      <title>SEX AND THE PSP</title>
      <link>http://raggedyanne.blogdrive.com/archive/65.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 21:20:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I assumed that since my boyfriend is some years older than me (two to be exact, as of today), the sanity and insipidness which comes with the acumen attached to age, would be to his advantage and would most often than not, be a positive driving force for me to be more mature myself as a result. I was wrong. 





Age certainly didn’t stop him from quivering like a girl when iPod nano was launched and wisdom was MIA when he openly eyeballed a skimpily clad Pan-Asian lady in a semi-lurid pose featured on some magazine. You’d think her boobs popped out and shot at Kennedy the way he was... (more)</description>
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      <title>IT'S HERE...GASP!</title>
      <link>http://raggedyanne.blogdrive.com/archive/64.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 19:59:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> my head keeps ringing with...






&amp;#9835; &quot;Eideymee eidey dhow kailaan vaaaney, aadhey bandu gandu halu vailaan&quot;
 
&quot;Eidu a ee hinithun vamun, meeru vahun javvu huvandhu lamun&quot;
 
&quot;Fithr ai mi eiduge thahaanee kiyaa, ahun naai uhuthun ekee mee kiyaa, salaamey salaamey salaamey salaam&quot;
 
&quot;Aluhaa mee ai eedhey, aa raagu reethihaa ivvaidhey&quot;
 
&quot;Eidhey ai mee eidhey ai mi ee...ais miljulvey,feni dheni vaashey,kyaa ivvamun marhabaa aa&quot;
 
&quot;Eidu mubaariku dhan navamun...la la la la laa...la la la la laa ...&quot; &amp;#9835;


 
Somebody make it stoppp!!!





eheh. EID MUBAARIK anyhow.</description>
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