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	<title>Comments on: the good, the bad, the ugly</title>
	<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/</link>
	<description>about a girl, stuck in the middle (east), in a fake city, with shallow people...</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 19:54:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>by: Sin</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-134</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2005 09:01:06 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>I knew a German expat in Karachi whose love-child parents named him &quot;Berndt Deutscher&quot;, which even with my limited German sort of cracks me up.  &quot;Berndt the German(ic)&quot;???  No shit!

I'll guest blog if you like.  Say the word.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I knew a German expat in Karachi whose love-child parents named him &#8220;Berndt Deutscher&#8221;, which even with my limited German sort of cracks me up.  &#8220;Berndt the German(ic)&#8221;???  No shit!</p>
	<p>I&#8217;ll guest blog if you like.  Say the word.
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		<title>by: medussa</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-133</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2005 19:53:48 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>i remembered the time when sitting in the public transport and being the only female there, a guy tried to sit next to me 9and u know how in pakiland its supposed to be striclty segregated and for the right reason too. i started screaming and cursing him and when finally he got up, i shockingly realized in the dingy semi-lit darkness of the bus that the guy's johnson was erect.(which was quite an unusal sight for me)  Boy i was sooo furious that i wanted to hit him with my purse.....but alas...But hey still rocky....i need u to be careful....these perverts wont learn a lesson anyways....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>i remembered the time when sitting in the public transport and being the only female there, a guy tried to sit next to me 9and u know how in pakiland its supposed to be striclty segregated and for the right reason too. i started screaming and cursing him and when finally he got up, i shockingly realized in the dingy semi-lit darkness of the bus that the guy&#8217;s johnson was erect.(which was quite an unusal sight for me)  Boy i was sooo furious that i wanted to hit him with my purse&#8230;..but alas&#8230;But hey still rocky&#8230;.i need u to be careful&#8230;.these perverts wont learn a lesson anyways&#8230;.
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		<title>by: rocky</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-132</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2005 14:41:37 +0100</pubDate>
		<guid>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-132</guid>
					<description>i'm too bored (by everything) to post.

anyone wants to guest post? e-mail me.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>i&#8217;m too bored (by everything) to post.</p>
	<p>anyone wants to guest post? e-mail me.
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		<title>by: ali</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-131</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2005 07:01:11 +0100</pubDate>
		<guid>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-131</guid>
					<description>Or atleast an excuse for not posting</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Or atleast an excuse for not posting
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		<title>by: Kristie</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-130</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2005 16:11:21 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>Ahem...Rundee, it's long past time for a new post, non?

Oui.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Ahem&#8230;Rundee, it&#8217;s long past time for a new post, non?</p>
	<p>Oui.
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		<title>by: closetalk</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-128</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2005 07:22:52 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>hey rock star, ;-) u really know how to give it to em, eh? u shudda try stuffing de purse with bricks next week.. classic cartoon scenario! ;-)
PS: the name game DOES sound very cruel! ;-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>hey rock star, <img src='http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/wp-images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' />  u really know how to give it to em, eh? u shudda try stuffing de purse with bricks next week.. classic cartoon scenario! <img src='http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/wp-images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
PS: the name game DOES sound very cruel! <img src='http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/wp-images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' />
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		<title>by: actualfactual</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-126</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2005 15:18:57 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>I know of a certain young Desi lady who, because whe was born so prematurely, wasn't expected to live. Her parents were so distraugt that they didn't actually name her until the registration papers were pushed into their hands - hence her &quot;real&quot; name is that of a Bulgarian character in a spy novel her mother was reading at the time. At least, that's the story. Bearing in mind they called her brother Yuri after a certain cosmonaut, I'm not so sure, but at least their family name isn't Gagarin, which would have been terrible. Thank heavens my parents would never, ever have considered doing anything like that to me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I know of a certain young Desi lady who, because whe was born so prematurely, wasn&#8217;t expected to live. Her parents were so distraugt that they didn&#8217;t actually name her until the registration papers were pushed into their hands - hence her &#8220;real&#8221; name is that of a Bulgarian character in a spy novel her mother was reading at the time. At least, that&#8217;s the story. Bearing in mind they called her brother Yuri after a certain cosmonaut, I&#8217;m not so sure, but at least their family name isn&#8217;t Gagarin, which would have been terrible. Thank heavens my parents would never, ever have considered doing anything like that to me.
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		<title>by: uberhomme</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-125</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 12:23:09 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>I asked my Dad for my birth certificate when I was accepted to go to university in England. Never having seen it before, I opened it up to discover that my first name there was ...you guessed it ...Baby. It seems that my parents couldn't quite make up their minds as to what to call me. And the doctors concluded that a baby was, well, a baby. I ended up telling the University that my parents had lost the certificate. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I asked my Dad for my birth certificate when I was accepted to go to university in England. Never having seen it before, I opened it up to discover that my first name there was &#8230;you guessed it &#8230;Baby. It seems that my parents couldn&#8217;t quite make up their minds as to what to call me. And the doctors concluded that a baby was, well, a baby. I ended up telling the University that my parents had lost the certificate.
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		<title>by: shamzaid</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-124</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 15:31:05 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>I have an aunt named Booby too - apparently short from Lubna !!! Oh and one called Poppie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I have an aunt named Booby too - apparently short from Lubna !!! Oh and one called Poppie
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		<title>by: rocky</title>
		<link>http://fakeplastictrees.blogsome.com/2005/06/27/12/#comment-123</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 11:54:45 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>jon, 'booby' takes the cake. thank god my parents never named me something like that...it would have been terribly ironic &amp;amp; extremely embarrassing!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>jon, &#8216;booby&#8217; takes the cake. thank god my parents never named me something like that&#8230;it would have been terribly ironic &amp; extremely embarrassing!
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