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JD said…
I believe an appropriate comment would be " 8-| "
April 28, 2009 at 3:45 AM
RaSh said…
:D
Laut ke buddhu ghar to aya :P

Actually, many ppl confuse WP.com with WP.org, even though they're 2 completely different things.
Remember:

WP.org>>Blogger>>>>>>>WP.com

PS: WP.org needs you to have hosting space == spending money. :P
April 28, 2009 at 7:07 PM
Prashant Nagpal said…
Theek hai nah, bas kar ab. You just HAVE to show off don't you? :P
I just wanted a change so i did this. Didn't like it so i changed back.
April 28, 2009 at 7:52 PM
Anonymous said…
blah @ blogspot
April 28, 2009 at 8:02 PM
Eeshan said…
@RaSh:
its

wp.org >> wp.com >> livejournal >> [insert any set of services here] >> blogger.
May 20, 2009 at 10:17 AM
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