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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1030691588447365145</id><published>2012-01-23T02:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:38:58.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naukri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timesjobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Job Search Experiences and Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0WEg2scK80Q/Tx58CmsLCPI/AAAAAAAABi0/Tsnzpn5xAK0/s1600/job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0WEg2scK80Q/Tx58CmsLCPI/AAAAAAAABi0/Tsnzpn5xAK0/s320/job.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701130562485029106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year had been full of disappointments and hardships. But yes, If I take it positively, it had been a learning experience too. Sitting jobless for a whole one year taught me the importance of work, money and success. Sitting Idle is not an easy task. But anyways, the tough part is over now and I have got a job again, I am loving it. As one of my blogger friends suggested me to share some of my experiences and tips for job search, I am posting some of my experiences of last year while I was looking for a Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 Problem I faced that since I was interested to switch my profile from Content Writer to Internet marketing, nobody was ready to give me chance. Every recruiter was like, you don't have enough experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys if you are looking for a domain change, first of all, be manipulative. Make some changes in your resume. Mentions the points the recruiters are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, apply to all popular job portals. Just one platform is not enough. For instance, I even applied in classified websites like &lt;a href="http://www.quikr.com/"&gt;Quikr&lt;/a&gt;. You never know, you get the call of your dream job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set a criteria/priorities like what kind of profile you are looking for. Appearing for wrong profile's interviews will only end up in disappointments. So, before going for an interview, ask the HR what will be the job profile and responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it took time, but don't loose patience and faith in yourself. Always remember, you have the caliber that's why you are here. So, be confident and even if you could not make at few places, you will make it in the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good luck with your job search and Enjoy the Ride!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1030691588447365145?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1030691588447365145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1030691588447365145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1030691588447365145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1030691588447365145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2012/01/job-search-experiences-and-tips.html' title='Job Search Experiences and Tips'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0WEg2scK80Q/Tx58CmsLCPI/AAAAAAAABi0/Tsnzpn5xAK0/s72-c/job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-6709785189983895122</id><published>2012-01-11T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T05:29:43.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eat Pray Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year to you All !</title><content type='html'>Although it's been over 10 days since the new year has started, but it's never late to give you all the bet wishes. So, here I am wishing you all the best wishes for 2012. May god bless you all with good health, happiness and prosperity. May all your dreams come true. My new year started with a good note. I met some of my old friends (from "B.N.A.G.S. group") and spent whole day chatting and hanging around with time. We gossiped (which is the usual thing with our gang) and shared our future plans. Overall it was fun and felt good to hang around with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few pictures, of the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P9JKQ3c1La0/Tw7f324OE6I/AAAAAAAABik/dJVm4zYcE_0/s1600/New%2BYear%2BEve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P9JKQ3c1La0/Tw7f324OE6I/AAAAAAAABik/dJVm4zYcE_0/s320/New%2BYear%2BEve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696736729387373474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-6709785189983895122?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/6709785189983895122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=6709785189983895122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6709785189983895122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6709785189983895122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-to-you-all.html' title='Happy New Year to you All !'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P9JKQ3c1La0/Tw7f324OE6I/AAAAAAAABik/dJVm4zYcE_0/s72-c/New%2BYear%2BEve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5124717129995450536</id><published>2011-12-18T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T23:48:29.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feel good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Good News !!!</title><content type='html'>Hi All! Finally I have a good news to share with you. Yes! after so many diappointments, I got a new job of my own choice. The profile is good and so the package is. It's been one week, I have joined the organisation and I am loving the job. This is a great opportunity which came after a long wait but yes the work profile is good and includes variety of resposibilities. I am also supposed to guide few people with their work so, it gives me the feel that I have some authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, it would not be wrong to say that better be late than never. So, Am too excited and waiting for my first salary so that I can go for shopping :) yeah, I have to throw a grand party as well ! Let's hope everything remains good and I keep on going like this to achieve new horizons! Amen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video dedicated to Saai Baba whose blessings have always been with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GGUiQ1_IR9s?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Week Ahead.. God Bless!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5124717129995450536?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5124717129995450536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5124717129995450536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5124717129995450536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5124717129995450536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-news.html' title='Good News !!!'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GGUiQ1_IR9s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-706415022712382232</id><published>2011-11-05T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T02:43:59.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eat Pray Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia Roberts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love</title><content type='html'>Hi All ! Hope you having fun and enjoying the way life is treating you. Last weekend was fun in its own way. Since I was alone at home so I enjoyed the liberty to watch late night movies :) No no no.. don't make any wild guesses. I actually watched the movie "Eat Pray Love" starring Julia Robets and there were some really good messages in the film. The movie revolves around three keys to happiness and contentment in life and those keys are Eat, Pray and Love. We all have achieved some milestones in our lives and some people are really doing well but even after that they are not happy with anything. They are always looking for the inner peace and contentment. So, I am explaing these three keys so that we all can at least try and be happy in whatever we have or whatever comes in this beautiful journey called "Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKEWqMd_a2M/TrUmUCBbkZI/AAAAAAAABhI/noLksnpGRuk/s1600/Eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671481431325118866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKEWqMd_a2M/TrUmUCBbkZI/AAAAAAAABhI/noLksnpGRuk/s320/Eat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Some females/males are really conscious about how they look or how to maintain a perfect figure and in this imperfect world they run after the perfection so badly that sometimes they deprive themselves with the pleasure of some great food/stuff. There is an instance when the lead actress tells her friend that she must not worry about her figure constantly by giving a simple example. A man never leaves a room by seeing a fat naked women while making love to her because her flab never makes adifference to him. In fact, at that moment of time all he is concerned about making love to her. So, if someone really appreciates you and your body he/she would never reject you on how you look or how thin ot thick you are. So, please don't deprive yourselves from the pleasure of all the great foon in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.: Don't run after zero figure, but yeah, you must keep it healthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHGdSKN6pKA/TroOiSMWxtI/AAAAAAAABhs/PuMT-_I-CXs/s1600/Pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672862662788564690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHGdSKN6pKA/TroOiSMWxtI/AAAAAAAABhs/PuMT-_I-CXs/s320/Pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Another very important aspect of a content life is to "Pray", to meditate. The God lies within us. So, rather than looking for answers in the outer world, look into yourself. Follow your heart. This would give us the immense satisfaction. In fact, I have started attending some spiritual lectures in nearby institution and it really is helping me to deal with life in a better manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dX7HQkEGukw/TrUnpVeugUI/AAAAAAAABhg/5yNHfGaynTs/s1600/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671482896837148994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dX7HQkEGukw/TrUnpVeugUI/AAAAAAAABhg/5yNHfGaynTs/s320/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The third key is to Love. I know, we all our not fortunate enough to find our soulmate in the very first person we fall in love with. But yes, we must keep our heart open for that special one. Don't be afraid. You never know may be you will find that person at the age of 15 or 35 or may be 45. But even few days or years spent with such a soulmate will be worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am able to explain the three keys in best possible way. May be it will help you all to enjoy life in a better way.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var _gaq = _gaq || [];&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-26949764-1']);&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (function() {&lt;br /&gt;    var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true;&lt;br /&gt;    ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 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Last sunday while waiting for a friend on metro station, I clicked some pictures and though may be I can try something creative rather than looking for that regular 9 to 5 job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSUqyuFx-AI/TnizNJ2CVaI/AAAAAAAABg4/U5h8oXDhnSM/s1600/Photo%2B0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654466370725893538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSUqyuFx-AI/TnizNJ2CVaI/AAAAAAAABg4/U5h8oXDhnSM/s320/Photo%2B0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the road going in front of metro station.. Lights and traffic reminded me of the movie: "Life in a Metro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qevO0DhoZxY/Tnix8KfrlcI/AAAAAAAABgw/4Nvrv2xBIHU/s1600/Photo%2B0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654464979331159490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qevO0DhoZxY/Tnix8KfrlcI/AAAAAAAABgw/4Nvrv2xBIHU/s320/Photo%2B0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I clicked this picture, the guy sitting on stairs looked back to check if I've clicked his pic. But, I managed to hide my camera. Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;This evening I realised that sometimes we can enjoy ourselves and our own company :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-CKk4mtGoI/TnixtluuahI/AAAAAAAABgo/Q4l9tLLOLXU/s1600/Photo%2B0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var _gaq = _gaq || [];&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-26949764-1']);&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (function() {&lt;br /&gt;    var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true;&lt;br /&gt;    ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 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So, here I am to wish Happy Friendship Day to all my Blogger friends and those who are not on blogger but have made my life beautful by their presence and support :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a pic from my fav. series "Friends" dedicated to all my pals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TYBn2iHmWGQ/Tj1Im8EVnvI/AAAAAAAABgY/dUM9M9TEWCg/s1600/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637742142334279410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TYBn2iHmWGQ/Tj1Im8EVnvI/AAAAAAAABgY/dUM9M9TEWCg/s320/Friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok.. I gotta go, as tomorrow is my exam.. Wish me luck.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you all! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take Care.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var _gaq = _gaq || [];&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-26949764-1']);&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (function() {&lt;br /&gt;    var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true;&lt;br /&gt;    ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 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Though I am not a good photographer, but I have this inclination towards clicking pictures: So, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0WPVMUXI2g/TiBljRPB4iI/AAAAAAAABgA/mtnSH0wxT4s/s1600/Photo%2B0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629611190809387554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0WPVMUXI2g/TiBljRPB4iI/AAAAAAAABgA/mtnSH0wxT4s/s320/Photo%2B0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was heavily raining last saturday.. and this was a beautiful view in front of my house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxML2Ip4s_M/TiBl-dwrijI/AAAAAAAABgI/kWA92g0UlZQ/s1600/Photo%2B0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629611658028223026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxML2Ip4s_M/TiBl-dwrijI/AAAAAAAABgI/kWA92g0UlZQ/s320/Photo%2B0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can see the small droplets on the road.. It was flooded with clear water.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4qBvO2pPeo/TiBm0Qp5zMI/AAAAAAAABgQ/dyfy54IHcZw/s1600/DSC00536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629612582223072450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4qBvO2pPeo/TiBm0Qp5zMI/AAAAAAAABgQ/dyfy54IHcZw/s320/DSC00536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ISCKON Temple Entrance (East of Kailash) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these were the few, which I found best.. I hope, you will like them too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very late now.. I got to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var _gaq = _gaq || [];&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-26949764-1']);&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (function() {&lt;br /&gt;    var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true;&lt;br /&gt;    ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 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Stopped expecting and planning things. Yesterday lying on my bed, gazing at the ceiling fan, I was actually thinking what next??? I have always heard and believed that we get what we want from the core of our heart. There is a dialogue from a very famous movie of Shah Rukh Khan: "Tum ko paane ki maine itni shiddat se chaahat ki hai, ki har zarre ne mujhe tum se milaane ki koshish ki hai" (I tried so hard to be with you, that the whole universe actually conspired to help me get you).. So, in short, it can be said that, if we really, actually want something, it actually materializes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the thought seems a bit unrealistic. For me, Love has always been the first priority of my life. Though some people might not agree with this, but I've always waited for someone to love me and someone whome I could love without being in a fear of losing him. Several guys came and went and left some great moments to cherish or added bad experience to my life but nothing could actually materialise into a happy love stroy that ended well. Either I didn't like the (who approached me) or they were commitment phobic or they were just interested in physical intimacy. So, the end result; remained single for most of the time and craved for love. Now I think, is Love a mirage in desert which we see indesert but when we actually reach there, it's not there. My family is now looking forward to get me married as soon as possible. Though I also want to get marriead and settle down but sometimes, the idea of an arranged marriage suffocates me. How can I shackle myself with a person just after a formal meeting and that too without being in love. Would it not be difficult to spend rest of my life with such a person, in case I never fall in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I keep myself busy in studies, but this idea sometimes haunts me. I even see nightmares related to marriage that I got married to the son of some Sarpanch (head of the village). Lol. But I don't have any other option as I could not find even a single courageous man who could take stand for me. I don't know what lies ahead, but just hope that I get married to a person whom I like at least (if not love). Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : I am not disturbed. But I had to take it out anyways. And yeah, Happy weekend to all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather in Delhi is awesome these days..I clicked some pics.. You might not be able to see the rain in the pics, but I found the scene beautiful and clicked some. As I could not find the data cable so, will post the pics in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then take care,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-281645561275524343?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/281645561275524343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=281645561275524343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/281645561275524343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/281645561275524343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2011/07/dil-behlaane-ko-khayal-achha-hai-ghalib.html' title='Dil behlaane ko khayal achha hai Ghalib'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1065069538337424423</id><published>2011-05-30T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:58:47.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Permanent</title><content type='html'>I have learnt and accepted the fact that "Nothing is parmanent"; neither our friends, family nor the hapiness aur the pain we face. Nobody or nothing is going to stay with us for whole our life. Situations change and so the people. So, after accepting this, I am enjoying my life now. Living for the moment and tring to make memories that I'll cherish. Few days back, I joined an institute to prepare for Govt. Job and there I made few friends. Some became good friends. So, it was kind of a great change for me.. I felt as if I am back in my college life.. So, this new friend of mine, initially, he tried to flirt with me. But now we have become good friends. We shared our stoties, experiences and our dreams. We enjoyed speding time with each other. Yesterday was our last class. We exchanged our no's and promised to remain in touch. He was sad and told me Why didn't we met earlier so, we could spend some more time with each other. And I told him that may be this little time we've spent together will make us smile when we will be alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time I realised, I have grown up. Now things like loss, parting or any sorrow do not affect me. I enjoy the moment without clinging on the other person or situation and then move on to make new memories. I don't know whether we will be able to see each other again or not.. but yes, this change was good and I'm looking forward to meet such wonderful people in Future as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1065069538337424423?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1065069538337424423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1065069538337424423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1065069538337424423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1065069538337424423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-is-permanent.html' title='Nothing is Permanent'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7649477789153169825</id><published>2011-04-04T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T06:20:22.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deadline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Mission Groom Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSXspY4fU0g/TZnFeR7k6mI/AAAAAAAABf0/huu7CqH4D4I/s1600/Groom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591717536357214818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSXspY4fU0g/TZnFeR7k6mI/AAAAAAAABf0/huu7CqH4D4I/s320/Groom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, after much chaos, finally, my parents have told me to find a suitable match for myself.. And they'll do other formalities after that.. It doesn't mean that I'll start searching for boyfriends now. But, yeah, now I'll be searching guys on matrimonial websites myself and will contact them. If I approve them, them parents will come into the pucture.. So, yesterday, I screened 4 guys and contacted them myself.. It might sound awkward to some of you .. but now it has become a do and die situation for me.. as my parents have given me the deadline and I have to meet that.. Lolzz...It makes me feel like as if I'm on a mission "Dulaha Dhundo" (Goom hunting).. Anyways, back to the track.. so, I spoke to few guys and 2 of them were nice.. One responded back and was very smart to talk to.. I don't know whom I'll be getting married to but ya, this is a new experience for me and now I can give advice on groom hunting apart from job hunting and boyfriends.. Let's see what's stored in for me NEXT !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7649477789153169825?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7649477789153169825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7649477789153169825' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7649477789153169825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7649477789153169825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2011/04/mission-groom-hunting.html' title='Mission Groom Hunting'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSXspY4fU0g/TZnFeR7k6mI/AAAAAAAABf0/huu7CqH4D4I/s72-c/Groom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-8266232570151390345</id><published>2011-04-01T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:40:47.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aloofed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Isn't it worth to Wait ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Listening to "Tinka Tinka" song from the movie "turning 30". It's a beautiful song and I cud actually relate to it. There comes a time in life when u actually, truly feel aloofed inside and out. No one approves your decisions as you've become dependent on them, living in their house. I have been realising this thing since I've quit my job. Till the time, I had my job and used to nod at every thing my parents used to tell me, I was a good daughter. My decisions were approved. But, now since I am jobless, don't have a boy friend who wants to marry me or (whome I want to marry), surving alone, Now I have become good for nothing in everyone's eyes. I can't take my decisions. I can't go for outing with my friends. People come and tell me that I am ruining my life sitting idel at home and to make it worse they advice me to get married as soon as possible to whomesoever my parents approve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't I have the right to choose a guy for myself just becoz I'm jobless and getting old? Rather than spending next 30 years of mysery with a person, isn't it worth to wait for the right person to come and spend some less years (but happy moments) with the one I love. I don't know, where life will lead me but I know I will fight till I live and will marry only the one whome I find suitable for myself. Rightnow, I urgently need a job, so that I can move out of my parents home and live on my own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/8658758818660341209-8266232570151390345?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/8266232570151390345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=8266232570151390345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8266232570151390345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8266232570151390345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2011/04/isnt-it-worth-to-wait.html' title='Isn&apos;t it worth to Wait ?'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-8844204682740009122</id><published>2011-03-19T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T05:57:16.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi All ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been long time, since I wrote. Actually, a lot had been going on in life though, but I didn't feel like writing. After 4 months of brainstorming that what I actually want, now I've decided to prepare for govt. job like a Bank job or so.. a it will be good from long term perspective. Moreover, I think, I'm done with the corporate culture and can't continue like this for long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I read the book: "Alchemist". The Alchemist details the journey of a young &lt;a title="Andalusia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andalusia"&gt;Andalusian&lt;/a&gt; shepherd boy named Santiago. Santiago, believing a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recurring_dream"&gt;recurring dream&lt;/a&gt; to be &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Prophetic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prophetic"&gt;prophetic&lt;/a&gt;, decides to travel to the pyramids of Egypt to find treasure. I had heard a lot about the book and it's really worth it. Here are some lines from the book which, I loked the most: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm like everyone else - I see the world in terms of what I would like to seehappen, not what actually does."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Making a decision was only the beginning of the things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This one is my favorite: When the boy meets the gal "Fatima" - love of his life and how she expresses her immense trust and love to him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "I am a desert woman, and I'm proud of that. I want my husband to wander as free as the wind that shapes the dunes. And, if he does not returns, I will accept the fact that he has become a part of the clouds, and the animals and the water of the desert."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quote No 4: "Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the last one: "It's true; life really is generous to those who persue their destiny"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These were few of the quotes, I hope, you liked them. Will be sharing more updates soon. Till then, Love you all and wish u a Very Happy and Safe Holi. Enjoy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/8658758818660341209-8844204682740009122?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/8844204682740009122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=8844204682740009122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8844204682740009122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8844204682740009122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2011/03/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1730559755816357183</id><published>2010-12-01T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T02:05:42.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Confused or Scared? Trying to figure it Out ..</title><content type='html'>So, finally am relieved from my organisation and it's a bit relief. The weekend was great as I met my old B.N.A.G.S. members: Mrs. S and Mrs. B.. It sounds so strange no. Well, we enjoyed a lot. Now am sitting at home and again the dilemma has started surrounding me. I'm still confused and clueless what exactly I want in various areas of my life. I know, I overthink stuff sometimes, but I need to get it out in any case. So, back to the topic, what I exactly want? Let's start with career. Then, I'll discuss other areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career: &lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes, I think that I'm done with all what I'd ever wish to achieve and don't want to work anymore. But at the next moment, I think no, I want to be independent as I can't ask my parents for money. It's against my ego or self respect(you might say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage:&lt;/strong&gt; Now comes the next hot topic. Well, I will admit that I've always dreamt of that fairy tale and have been waiting for the Mr. Right. But, sometimes, I think no I can't shackle myself to anyone for lifetime, it will suffocate me. Oh god, how horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partner:&lt;/strong&gt; If people ask me that what kind of partner you want? I can't explain it. As sometimes even an ordinary looking man attracts me while on the next moment I want a high profile person, whome I can respect and introduce to everyone as if I've won a trophy. Lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the last and the recent concern. My parents ask me to learn driving. Even I want to do that so that I can drive wherever I want to but something incide me holds me back to do so as am scared of accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, I am not able to understand whether I am confused or scared? Can't I make decisions or are my fears overwhelming me? Really, I need to get a job fast I suppose. Till then, I'll try to figure it out, what I want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1730559755816357183?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1730559755816357183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1730559755816357183' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1730559755816357183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1730559755816357183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/12/confused-or-scared-trying-to-figure-it.html' title='Confused or Scared? Trying to figure it Out ..'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7790871666807260907</id><published>2010-11-19T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T02:24:41.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='port blar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Trip to Port Blair</title><content type='html'>Hi All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I visited Port Blair with my family. The place is very beautiful and will suggest you all, that do visit at least once. Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZN_8JTKVI/AAAAAAAABdE/pJAGkd-6rlg/s1600/P1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZN_8JTKVI/AAAAAAAABdE/pJAGkd-6rlg/s320/P1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541202152398203218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZOSiGVKyI/AAAAAAAABds/_xkVSZDni5Y/s1600/P6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZOSiGVKyI/AAAAAAAABds/_xkVSZDni5Y/s320/P6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541202471823944482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZOSTKsVqI/AAAAAAAABdk/zlcXrc6PJQ8/s1600/P5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZOSTKsVqI/AAAAAAAABdk/zlcXrc6PJQ8/s320/P5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541202467815708322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZOSBsmsJI/AAAAAAAABdc/_1surSlgyuc/s1600/P4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZOSBsmsJI/AAAAAAAABdc/_1surSlgyuc/s320/P4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541202463126106258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZORxiuZNI/AAAAAAAABdU/zlSmgiFoou8/s1600/P3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZORxiuZNI/AAAAAAAABdU/zlSmgiFoou8/s320/P3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541202458789700818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZORh7YS_I/AAAAAAAABdM/62G2Q-ZdLy8/s1600/P2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZORh7YS_I/AAAAAAAABdM/62G2Q-ZdLy8/s320/P2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541202454598142962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7790871666807260907?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7790871666807260907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7790871666807260907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7790871666807260907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7790871666807260907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-port-blair.html' title='Trip to Port Blair'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TOZN_8JTKVI/AAAAAAAABdE/pJAGkd-6rlg/s72-c/P1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-6091494484046420540</id><published>2010-11-14T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:17:53.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Mann nahi lag raha bilkul bhi :(</title><content type='html'>Well a lot is going around me and in my head these days which worries me sometimes. While on one moment I think, I need not to worry as everything would be fine in few days, it causes a strange kind of anxiety sometimes. For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting to be relieved from this hell (my present organisation). They are not paying me as I have to serve the notice period and I've broken the one year bond. This is driving me crazy almost as I'm left with no money now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, people are trying to get into my nerves as they ask me when are you planning to get married? As if they have to arrange for the dowry money.. What the hell.. I definitely will get married, once I find a suitable guy who finds me suitable for himself as well (as it should be from both the sides.)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I have very little balance in my mobile, that's the most important issue as I can't call my friends as frequently as I used to and can't give missed calls every time as it is against my ethics. No offences to those girlfriends who have boyfriends who call them back on giving missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, I'm not feeling good at all about anything. It's the time to grab a chocolate, I suppose. And thanks for bearing a ranting post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-6091494484046420540?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/6091494484046420540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=6091494484046420540' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6091494484046420540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6091494484046420540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/11/mann-nahi-lag-raha-bilkul-bhi.html' title='Mann nahi lag raha bilkul bhi :('/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5452957550184662673</id><published>2010-11-09T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:21:55.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Continues... What's Next ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Listening to the song: "Noor-E-Khuda" from the movie "My Name is Khan." Some songs, fragrances or incidents always remind us of some special people who touched our lives at some or the other point of time. Likewise, this song reminds me of all my friends, best of friends and acquitances, who came in my life, gave me some sweet memories and then left behind the incomplete stories, cut communication, misunderstandings, anger and much more! Sometimes, I think whether I will be able to meet them again in my life? Would I be able to tell them, that how did I felt at that point of my life when they left? or is this the end of it all? the mystery continues.. but the hope is always there. My sub conscious mind tell me that .. no it's not the end of it. I'll meet them in heaven or hell (God knows)..or may be in my next life. And then, it reminds  me of the last scene in the movie "Titanic," where Rose (the lead actress) looks back to find Jack (the lead actor) waiting downstairs for her. So, will it happen with me as well? Will I be able to meet my loved ones and pals in heaven? The question remains unanswered yet. I don't know when the mystery will resolve but the hope continues..... &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/8658758818660341209-5452957550184662673?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5452957550184662673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5452957550184662673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5452957550184662673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5452957550184662673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope-continues-whats-next.html' title='Hope Continues... What&apos;s Next ??'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-8286035126126544887</id><published>2010-11-03T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T04:58:29.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to share. Feeling a bit aloof as Alps has left for her city. Soon, she'll be getting married and will enter a new phase of her life. So, god bless her. Right now, everyone in the office is planning for tomorrow's Diwali Party. However, am not quite excited. Missing all my pals. Last year, I remember we had a blast in our last office with our "gang of gals". But, the scene has completely changed this year. Am in new office. Though I've made many friends here, most of them would be on leave tomorrow so I don't have anyone to crack jokes on others. I know am a bitch who's always looking forward to bitch about others. Lol. Anyway, I had to take it out. Miss you all: Pinks, Alps, Guy with beautiful hair :) and others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a beautiful pic. dedicated to all my loving friends. and yeah, Wish you all a very Happy Diwali :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TNFNvT4zEBI/AAAAAAAABc4/IsDZ8YWayAo/s1600/part-005.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TNFNvT4zEBI/AAAAAAAABc4/IsDZ8YWayAo/s320/part-005.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535290892202741778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care and Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-8286035126126544887?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/8286035126126544887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=8286035126126544887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8286035126126544887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8286035126126544887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TNFNvT4zEBI/AAAAAAAABc4/IsDZ8YWayAo/s72-c/part-005.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-76053869930091931</id><published>2010-10-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:21:00.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TMpnYZUaz0I/AAAAAAAABb8/93GIolMK6AQ/s1600/Alone_by_homigl14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TMpnYZUaz0I/AAAAAAAABb8/93GIolMK6AQ/s320/Alone_by_homigl14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533348760989126466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Past few months have been a bit weird, I had new idea where I am heading and what will be stored in future. I have lived my life through planning and a careful behaviour. Though, I've enjoyed it till now, but still feel that I was living in a Box. A box of self made restrictions, obligations and duties. But, this year, 2010 has been a rough year in many ways and now I've learned that no one can plan or plot things as per their will. It's the destiny somewhere that plays its role and directs us. So, I surrender. Now, onwards, I'll just live for the moment and will not plan for future. Yeah, I'm putting a full stop to Planning and Thinking for time Being as suggested by "S" - My friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I surrender to joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Joy is power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I surrender to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Love is a power sublime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I surrender to oneness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oneness is the measureless power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I surrender to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;God is the absolute Power supreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-76053869930091931?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/76053869930091931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=76053869930091931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/76053869930091931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/76053869930091931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-surrender.html' title='I Surrender'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TMpnYZUaz0I/AAAAAAAABb8/93GIolMK6AQ/s72-c/Alone_by_homigl14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4663372365042381417</id><published>2010-10-27T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:20:56.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You All for Your Love and Affection</title><content type='html'>Since the day I've resigned from my job, I'm realising that there are so many people who are concerned about me. For instance, one of my blogger friends called me up and suggested me some job offers. Though, we don't know each other personally, still I felt that through this Blog, I've made some wonderful pals. Another friend (Priya) called me up and told she wud be always with me, no matter how things go. I felt so good about it. Moreover, people in my office are coming to me and telling that they are going to miss me. Really, it feels so special when people show that they care for you. Though life is tough, but I've realised that I'm blessed with some wonderful friends and this will help me keep moving... Thank you All :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4663372365042381417?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4663372365042381417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4663372365042381417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4663372365042381417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4663372365042381417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-all-for-your-love-and.html' title='Thank You All for Your Love and Affection'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7806571341109528451</id><published>2010-10-22T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T05:02:02.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satisfaction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><content type='html'>Although, I have done many blunders in my childhood, but they were not major. As far as I remember, today is the first day and first moment of my life where I took a major decision without consulting anyone (not even my parents or any close friend). Yeah, I resigned from my job. I don't know the reason exactly, but I was not finding it interesting and satisfying. Everyone from my colleagues to T.L. to Business manager were asking me the reasons.. And I was like, I'm not satisfied. Although people around me are telling me that why you do this in such a haste, but seriously, I don't have any regrets for that. I don't know whether I will find a better job or not? Whether they will break the bond or not? Nothing.. All I know is that today for the first time, I listened to my heart rather than using my head. And I'm feeling, free, relieved and Content.. Let's see where Life takes me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7806571341109528451?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7806571341109528451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7806571341109528451' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7806571341109528451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7806571341109528451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-regrets.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-8746452613559360044</id><published>2010-09-13T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T03:48:56.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monkey and the Crocodile</title><content type='html'>Hi All! Mausam Mausam Lovely Mausam :) .. Yeah, weather is really lovely outside.. It's raining heavily outside and I feel like just get drenched in the rain. But, afsos.. nahi kar sakti... As I'm in office.. Well, here is a small story from Panchtantra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will like the story. Read on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Monkey and the Crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another interesting tale from the Panchatantra collection. Long ago, there lived a monkey named Raktamukha, on a Jamun (Black-berry) tree by the side of a river. The tree was always full of fruits, which were as sweet as nectar. The Monkey used to eat fruits from the tree. Raktamukha was happily passing his days jumping from one tree to another. Once, a crocodile named Karalamukha came out of the waters and took rest under the tree on which the monkey lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raktamukha, who was sitting high on a branch, saw the crocodile taking rest under the tree. The monkey became very eager to talk to the crocodile. Since he had no friends, he wanted to make friends with him. Addressing the crocodile, Raktamukha said, “As you’re taking rest under the tree, you’re my guest and it’s my duty to offer you food.” The monkey gave a lot of Jamuns to the crocodile to eat. The crocodile ate them to his fill. He thanked the monkey for his generosity and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karalamukha started coming ashore everyday and enjoy the fruits offered by the monkey. Soon they became good friends. Both of them started spending time with each other discussing the world. One day, the crocodile asked the monkey for some Jamuns to take for his wife. The Monkey happily gave the fruits to the crocodile. The crocodile took the fruits cheerfully to his wife and also narrated the whole story to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating the fruits, the crocodile's wife was overjoyed and said to her husband, "Dear, if these fruits are so tasty, then the monkey who eats these fruits must be ten times tastier. Why don't you bring the heart of this monkey for my meals?” The crocodile was stunned to hear such words from his wife. He replied,” Sweetheart, the monkey is my friend. It would not be fair to take his heart”. The crocodile’s wife was shrewd and pleaded with her husband to bring monkey’s heart for her. The crocodile was unwilling to deceive his friend, but then she insisted on not eating anything till he brought her monkey’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crocodile was left with no other option, but to bring monkey’s heart for his wife. He was afraid that how could he ask for such thing from his friend. He devised a plan and rushed to the monkey. Raktamukha was waiting for his dear friend for the daily meeting. Reaching ashore, Karalamukha asked the monkey in a sad tone, "My wife and I invite you to our home for a dinner. My wife is very angry with me for not having invited you earlier". He stated that his wife is anxious to meet such a nice friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor monkey didn’t know about the plan and believed the story of crocodile. He asked the crocodile,” I accept your invitation, but how will I go with you? I don’t know how to swim?” The crocodile replied,” Don’t worry. Come and sit on my back. I‘ll take you to my house.” The monkey happily sat on the back of the crocodile and they started their journey. The crocodile entered in the deep waters with an intention to kill the monkey. The monkey got scared to see water all around and asked the crocodile to move slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crocodile thought that now he could reveal his real intentions to the monkey, as it was impossible for him to escape from the middle of the river. The crocodile gullibly said to the monkey, “I am taking you to my home to please my wife. She wants to eat your heart. She says that since you eat tasty fruits day and night, your heart must be ten times tastier than those fruits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey was taken aback to hear these words. He had never expected this type of a request from a friend. He kept cool and said wittingly, "Oh dear! Why didn’t you tell me earlier? It would be my privilege to offer my heart to your charming wife. I usually keep my heart safely in the burrow of the tree. In order to serve my heart to your wife, I have to go back to get my heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foolish crocodile swiftly then swam back to the tree where the monkey lived. On reaching the bank the monkey quickly jumped off the crocodile’s back and climbed up his home tree. The crocodile was in a hurry and realized that the monkey was taking too long in getting his heart. Impatiently he asked, “What is the delay? Get you heart. My wife will be very happy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time, the monkey had realized that this was a rebirth for him. The monkey laughed and answered, "My dear foolish friend. You've deceived me as a friend. Can any one take out his heart and keep that in a burrow. It was all a trick to save my life and teach a lesson to an unfaithful friend like you. Now go away and don’t ever come back." The crocodile was ashamed for his act and went home with his head bent down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral:&lt;/span&gt; At times, presence of mind pays well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-8746452613559360044?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/8746452613559360044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=8746452613559360044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8746452613559360044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8746452613559360044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/09/monkey-and-crocodile.html' title='The Monkey and the Crocodile'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-8466148511991349108</id><published>2010-09-12T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:12:56.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>So.. the weekend was fun. My parents had invited some unwanted guests, which I didn't want to attend. It was like, how to escape the sitution. Hence, I made a plan to meet my MCA batchmate.. The weather was awsome. Though we were at her home only, but we enjoyed a lot. We were 4 - Me, my friend, her younger brother and his friends. We gossiped about their galfriends, then played cards..and then her brother made delicious rajma chawal. Now I came to know, why men are called better chefs. After that we went to market and enjoyed. Overall, it was a great day and I was like, better I came here otherwise I had to tolerate those guests. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, I watched "Hannah Montana" and "Tere Bin Laden". Both were fun to watch. And yeah, those who've not watched "Tere Bin Laden" must watch it. It's a good comedy movie. One more thing.. Last night we had a piza party at home. And theit Choco LAVA was just delicious.. Mmmmmm.... Yummmy.... I can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall, it was a good weekend. Now an sitting in the ofice waiting for that IT Asshole. My net is not working :( .. Why do we have just 2 days off :( Why these Mondays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways guys, enjoy and have a nice week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-8466148511991349108?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/8466148511991349108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=8466148511991349108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8466148511991349108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8466148511991349108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1500960988118338046</id><published>2010-09-06T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T05:00:31.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to My Blogger Friend</title><content type='html'>Well my readers mean a lot to me and so their suggestions and comments. One of my readers &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://sun-rises-before-and-after-sunset.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rajesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, asked me to write a post on good blogging techniques. So, here is the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though: I have taken the points from internet, but I've mentioned my personal experience as well. So, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Tips for Blogging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Write at least five major “pillar” articles.&lt;/span&gt; A pillar article is usually a tutorial style article aimed to teach your audience something. Generally they are longer than 500 words and have lots of very practical tips or advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Experience:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have written few educational posts like: "&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/fako.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FAKO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", "&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/choose-your-wordsactions-well.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Choose your words/actions well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", "&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/08/circle-of-influence-makes-lot-of.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Circle of Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" and got some great comments as well. By this, you can let people know your interest and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Write one new blog post per day minimum. &lt;/span&gt;Not every post has to be a pillar, but you should work on getting those five pillars done at the same time as you keep your blog fresh with a daily news or short article style post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My Take:&lt;/span&gt; Well, I'm not that regular. Work keeps me busy but I try to update the blog as soon as possible. Frequent updates keep your visitors interested in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Use a proper domain name.&lt;/span&gt; In order for people to easily spread the word about your blog you need a easily remember-able domain name. People often talk about blogs they like when they are speaking to friends in the real world, so you need to make it easy for them to spread the word and pass on your URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Take;&lt;/span&gt; I named my blog after a very careful thinking. It's like I am a person ho lives in past (most of the times), so my blog will help in cherishing the beautiful moments, I'd love to remember always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Start commenting on other blogs.&lt;/span&gt; One of the best ways to find the right type of reader for your blog is to comment on other people’s blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My advice:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, leaving comments will attract other bloggers to your blog. You can make new friends and share ideas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Trackback and link to other blogs in your blog posts: &lt;/span&gt;When you write a new article to your blog and it links or references another blogger’s article you can do a trackback to their entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Take: &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I could not understand this point myself :) So, kindly adjust ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Encourage comments on your own blog. &lt;/span&gt;One of the most powerful ways to convince someone to become a loyal reader is to show there are other loyal readers already following your work. To encourage comments you can simply pose a question in a blog post. Be sure to always respond to comments as well so you can keep the conversation going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My advice: &lt;/span&gt;I do it most of the times, try and reply to my reader's comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Submit your latest pillar article to a blog carnival. &lt;/span&gt;A blog carnival is a post in a blog that summarizes a collection of articles from many different blogs on a specific topic. The idea is to collect some of the best content on a topic in a given week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My Take: &lt;/span&gt;I haven't tried this. So, can't comment or explain on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Submit your blog to blogtopsites.com. &lt;/span&gt;To be honest this tip is not going to bring in a flood of new readers but it’s so easy to do and only takes five minutes so it’s worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Experience:&lt;/span&gt; Will surely try this. Hope it will be of some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Submit your articles to EzineArticles.com. &lt;/span&gt;This is another tip that doesn’t bring in hundreds of new visitors immediately but it’s worthwhile because you simply leverage what you already have – your pillar articles. Once a week or so take one of your pillar articles and submit it to Ezine Articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Take: &lt;/span&gt;Well, Ezine is a big Name and I don't find myself that good writer to submit into it. But, if you are, give it a try and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. This one is My original advice: &lt;/span&gt;Write whatever you feel like. Afterall, it's your blog and you have every write to show your emotions and what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope these tips will be helpful. Till later, keep Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1500960988118338046?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1500960988118338046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1500960988118338046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1500960988118338046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1500960988118338046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/09/dedicated-to-my-blogger-friend.html' title='Dedicated to My Blogger Friend'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5653935027178221381</id><published>2010-08-27T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:52:15.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo Beet Gayi so Baat Gayi</title><content type='html'>I just love this poem.. Wanted to share. So, read on.. Whenever you'll feel regret for anything. This will help..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   जीवन में एक सितारा था&lt;br /&gt;    माना वह बेहद प्यारा था&lt;br /&gt;    वह डूब गया तो डूब गया&lt;br /&gt;    अंबर के आंगन को देखो&lt;br /&gt;    कितने इसके तारे टूटे&lt;br /&gt;    कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे&lt;br /&gt;    जो छूट गए फ़िर कहाँ मिले&lt;br /&gt;    पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर&lt;br /&gt;    कब अंबर शोक मनाता है&lt;br /&gt;    जो बीत गई सो बात गई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम&lt;br /&gt;    थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम&lt;br /&gt;    वह सूख गया तो सूख गया&lt;br /&gt;    मधुबन की छाती को देखो&lt;br /&gt;    सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ&lt;br /&gt;    मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ&lt;br /&gt;    जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं&lt;br /&gt;    पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर&lt;br /&gt;    कब मधुबन शोर मचाता है&lt;br /&gt;    जो बीत गई सो बात गई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    जीवन में मधु का प्याला था&lt;br /&gt;    तुमने तन मन दे डाला था&lt;br /&gt;    वह टूट गया तो टूट गया&lt;br /&gt;    मदिरालय का आंगन देखो&lt;br /&gt;    कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं&lt;br /&gt;    गिर मिट्टी में मिल जाते हैं&lt;br /&gt;    जो गिरते हैं कब उठते हैं&lt;br /&gt;    पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों पर&lt;br /&gt;    कब मदिरालय पछताता है&lt;br /&gt;    जो बीत गई सो बात गई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    मृदु मिट्टी के बने हुए हैं&lt;br /&gt;    मधु घट फूटा ही करते हैं&lt;br /&gt;    लघु जीवन ले कर आए हैं&lt;br /&gt;    प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं&lt;br /&gt;    फ़िर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर&lt;br /&gt;    मधु के घट हैं,मधु प्याले हैं&lt;br /&gt;    जो मादकता के मारे हैं&lt;br /&gt;    वे मधु लूटा ही करते हैं&lt;br /&gt;    वह कच्चा पीने वाला है&lt;br /&gt;    जिसकी ममता घट प्यालों पर&lt;br /&gt;    जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ&lt;br /&gt;    कब रोता है चिल्लाता है&lt;br /&gt;    जो बीत गई सो बात गई&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5653935027178221381?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5653935027178221381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5653935027178221381' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5653935027178221381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5653935027178221381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/08/jo-beet-gayi-so-baat-gayi.html' title='Jo Beet Gayi so Baat Gayi'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-2015762229628892732</id><published>2010-08-26T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T02:08:23.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batein bhul jaati hain, yadein yaad aati hain</title><content type='html'>Life is colorful. We all have had our share of experiences and our lives our different. But then, whenever we look back, time leaves us with good experiences that add to our sweet memories and bad experiences from which we learn lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sharing certain lessons I've learnt from my past experience. Sharing with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't expect much: &lt;/span&gt;However, this might seem a bit difficult as expectations rise with time. But it's always good to keep your expectations low from people. You will always remain Happy. It works at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Either you accept it or you Accept it:&lt;/span&gt; Certain things to situations are not in our hands. So, better to leave them and move on. After all, life is not to regret every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Give your best &lt;/span&gt;to every relationship, but still if it doesn't workout, leave it on destiny. You can't please everyone. So, live life your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go By your Gut Feeling:&lt;/span&gt; Our heart is the best guide. I believe in god, but not the one who is in temples, but it is the one inside us. Yes, our heart is the god, who warns us and tells us the truth, if you'll start listening yo your heart than, you would never fail in taking decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't blind faith: &lt;/span&gt;Never blind faith anyone. There are only few people who will not break your trust. So, "dikhawon pe na jaao, Apni akal ladao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Live and Let others live:&lt;/span&gt; Means, Live life on your own terms. Don't bound people. If they are your true mates, they'll always stay with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of this Gyaan. This is what I've learnt from my life till now. Share your experiences and what you've learnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-2015762229628892732?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/2015762229628892732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=2015762229628892732' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2015762229628892732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2015762229628892732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/08/batein-bhul-jaati-hain-yadein-yaad-aati.html' title='Batein bhul jaati hain, yadein yaad aati hain'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-6516462770228920806</id><published>2010-08-23T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:03:48.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/THIrJA5u2uI/AAAAAAAABOg/iOQIR9yR8Vs/s1600/Thought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/THIrJA5u2uI/AAAAAAAABOg/iOQIR9yR8Vs/s320/Thought.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508512728088500962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday was fun. I went to my one of the members of "B.N.A.G.S" (Ok if you don't know about this: It was our group's name in MCA). So, I met "S" yesterday. The weather was so pleasant and it was drizzling. We gossiped, bitched and roam around in Cannaught Place (the central point of Delhi). It was too good to be out in rain after such a long time. So, I'm feeling a bit great about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are few inspirational quotes for my fellow bloggers who are not feeling too great. Hope it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. - Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-6516462770228920806?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/6516462770228920806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=6516462770228920806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6516462770228920806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6516462770228920806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/THIrJA5u2uI/AAAAAAAABOg/iOQIR9yR8Vs/s72-c/Thought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-279541175753186280</id><published>2010-08-18T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:37:17.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organisations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rakhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rakshabandhan'/><title type='text'>Treat- Asshole - Weekend</title><content type='html'>Was not able to figure out the proper title for this blog post, so I summarized it and put it. Actually, I was down with fever from past two days. With changing weather, viral is common nowadays. This is the worst feeling, I tell you. Everything seems soooo tasteless and then the weakness. And above that, I am pissed off with the IT guy. Every morning we have to run after him to get our internet connected. **ASSHOLE**. Why all IT people are assholes? Don't mind but I've seen in every organization, these IT people have their own attitude as if they are the king of the organization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, keep that asshole aside. So, I got first salary since I've joined this organization. And as per the policy, my colleagues were demanding a treat. So, two of us contributed and treated them with snacks. It was kind of small get together and fun. I got to know many people whom I used to consider bad. Through this get together I came to know that they are actually nice to talk to. So, slowly and gradually, I am adapting to this new environment and enjoying it. Now, I am looking forward to next week as it's going to be a real fun. 1. Rakhi is on Tuesday. 2. I have to attend a friend's weeding on Thursday and then finally, I'll be getting 2 off (Sat &amp; Sun) after that. So, really excited about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, see you later as I have to catch that IT Assh**le :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all, &lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-279541175753186280?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/279541175753186280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=279541175753186280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/279541175753186280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/279541175753186280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/08/treat-asshole-weekend.html' title='Treat- Asshole - Weekend'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-9182272321504147327</id><published>2010-08-12T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:51:12.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>With time I have gained something and that is "Patience." Patience to accept people as they are, patient to wait for things to happen, patience to work in very hard conditions, patience to accept destiny and then move on ... the list is long. Yesterday, it rained heavily in NCR and most of the routes were either blocked or were jam-packed with people and traffic. It took me three hours to reach home which otherwise is just a matter of 45 minutes. But I enjoyed that also. While waiting for bus, I was enjoying the rain and started talking to a strange gal. Within few minutes, we became friends and started bitching about people rushing for bus and the jam. You know, gals will be gals. Then after half an hour, I got an auto, and I got to sit on driver's seat with him. Initially, it was awkward, then I started watching other people and it became a joy ride then. Really, things which once used to be a big deal have now become very small issue. Now we have some big issues to look upon, and these small small things hardly irritate me. Overall, yesterday's experience was quite fun and I enjoyed the 3 hours of adventure :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-9182272321504147327?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/9182272321504147327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=9182272321504147327' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/9182272321504147327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/9182272321504147327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/08/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4282706502087061798</id><published>2010-08-06T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T02:32:53.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team leader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>I Believe in Change</title><content type='html'>As I always say "I believe in Change." as nothing is permanent. So, day before yesterday, our team (office) got shifted to the third floor. Earlier, I was a bit depressed as people out here are freshers and behave like kids. I was all the time bitching about them. But as the day passed, I started adapting to the change and now am feeling good about it. Then yesterday, My TL informed me tat he is not coming today and again I've to communicate to all other deptt. heads on his behalf. Earlier, I felt so burdened, but then I felt I can't run from my responsibilities like this. I need to take initiatives and show people that yes, I can very well handle things on my own. Now my TL hasn't come today, and I am replying to mails on his behalf, editing articles, attending meetings and all. In short, though it's hectic but I'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the morale of the story is we must not be scared of the Changes. As changes bring new challenges and opportunities to adapt to the new enviro... And you become the fittest to survive in this wicked world (I hope all of you must have read that "Survival of the Fittest" theory). Now, have to rush for another project. Till later, loads of love and take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4282706502087061798?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4282706502087061798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4282706502087061798' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4282706502087061798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4282706502087061798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-believe-in-change.html' title='I Believe in Change'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-2892371658834697550</id><published>2010-08-03T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T01:47:38.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought</title><content type='html'>Sometimes some of our experiences leave us with so many questions like: Why this happened to me? Why only I am suffering.. and so on.. And when we look around for answers, we find nothing but get confused and feel more pain. Here is a nice quote, that I found on one of my blogger friend's space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like sharing it with all of you. So,those in search of all their unanswered questions, read on... It will definitely help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I beg you... to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without ever noticing it, live your way into the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" ~ Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-2892371658834697550?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/2892371658834697550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=2892371658834697550' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2892371658834697550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2892371658834697550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought.html' title='Thought'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5378228087896377050</id><published>2010-08-02T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:03:26.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye kahan Aa Gaye Hum.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TFaXxRRGliI/AAAAAAAABOY/XVQZmBM3gBk/s1600/road"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TFaXxRRGliI/AAAAAAAABOY/XVQZmBM3gBk/s200/road" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500750867584161314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening "Main aur meri tanhai... ye kahan aa gaye hum yu hi sath-sath  chalte" from the movie "Silsile". While listening to this song I was thinking, till now I've met so many people in life. Some were best friends, some were just friends and there are some whose name I remember, but not the faces. So, in short, some were there for a reason, some were there for a season :) .. And life will go on like this. One day, our life will be like a book classified into various chapters. Some chapters with joy and full of life while other chapters filled with disappointments and sorrows. Then, one day, we'll remember these days and will laugh at some of our experiences like how we used to react... It would be a colorful collage. I don't know how the remaining journey is going to be, but hope when I'll die, I'll say: "What a wonderful journey" and will close my eyes peacefully. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5378228087896377050?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5378228087896377050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5378228087896377050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5378228087896377050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5378228087896377050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/08/ye-kahan-aa-gaye-hum.html' title='Ye kahan Aa Gaye Hum.....'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TFaXxRRGliI/AAAAAAAABOY/XVQZmBM3gBk/s72-c/road' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-532318391089121996</id><published>2010-07-31T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T03:00:22.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day to Me :)</title><content type='html'>So, today is my b'day and the weather has made it more special. It's been heavily raining since morning and feels great. And the most special thing about the day is I've been receiving birthday wishes from all over the globe. Yeah, one of my friends called me up from Singapore. She called me early in the morning and it felt so special that people take their time out even when they are miles away from you. And yeah, one of my friends sent me 2 novels by courier. It was Really a pleasant surprise!!! All my friends are special to me in a way or the other. But the negative part is that today it's not an off and am sitting in office and working :( Waiting for 6:30 and reach home asap. Just 3 hours more and I'll run away.........Rest is fine. My TL is eating my head now... Have to work ...Will keep updating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-532318391089121996?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/532318391089121996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=532318391089121996' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/532318391089121996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/532318391089121996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-bday-to-me.html' title='Happy B&apos;day to Me :)'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5423364540771123639</id><published>2010-07-28T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T05:52:21.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time pass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio'/><title type='text'>De Ja Vu</title><content type='html'>"It had been a looong tiring day" - My favorite dialogue by Preity Zinta from Kabhi Alvida na kehna :) But yeah, it had been a long tiring day actually, All the time I was working and to avoid myself from sleeping, I listened to songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that certain songs always remind us of some situations whenever we listen them. No matter, how many years pass away, We remember those things whenever we listen to that particular track. Here are some of the songs that reminded me of some special moments, I will always cherish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mere naseeb mei tu hai ki nahi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;MCA First Year, All gals used to dedicate this song to their respective boyfriends :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jo khabo khayalo me socha nahi tha (From the movie Jannat):&lt;/span&gt; When I first joined the Gym. This I was gym instructor's favorite song, I suppose. He used to play it every morning at least twice thrice.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hasi ke Fuwaree (Sud) on Radio Mirchi:&lt;/span&gt; My first organization cabs. We used to gossip a lot but whenever Sid used to speak, we used to listen the joke quietly and then laugh it at loud. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Kaise bataye, kyun tujh ko chahen (Ajab Prem ki gazab kahani):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I watched it with my sis and did loads of shopping. It was fun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Thekeya te Nit khadke (Punjabi song):&lt;/span&gt; Reminds me of my friend's brother's marriage when one of her friends was trying to impress me by dancing on this. It was so embarrassing. Lolzzz...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ye bandhan to pyar ka bandhan hai from the movie "Karan Arjun":&lt;/span&gt; Reminds me of my childhood days.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which are your special tracks that remind you of something special&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5423364540771123639?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5423364540771123639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5423364540771123639' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5423364540771123639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5423364540771123639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-ja-vu.html' title='De Ja Vu'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-2894833320833920381</id><published>2010-07-25T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:35:38.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAKO</title><content type='html'>So, FAKO is the new term for "Fuck Off". And the term is discovered by one of my friends. Yesterday while discussing stuff, we both invented the term FAKO. We see, every second person these days is worried about one or the other thing in their life. So, what can we do to relieve ourselves from all our tensions and worries? What's the mantra? FAKO is the mantra for us. It means, tell all the clutter to "fuck off" out of your life that makes you sad or irritated. Like if your Boss irritates you at work. Recite the "FAKO" mantra in your heart, and believe me you'll feel much better. If your colleague is playing politics, FAKO him/her. I am also following the "FAKO" mantra and yeah it really works. After all, life is to live, not to bear FAKO people/things. So, tell me, what do you want to FAKO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-2894833320833920381?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/2894833320833920381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=2894833320833920381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2894833320833920381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2894833320833920381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/fako.html' title='FAKO'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-6994054819946950856</id><published>2010-07-23T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:45:01.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pals'/><title type='text'>Choose Your Words/Actions Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TElIDx2O10I/AAAAAAAABOQ/MytHy1O2UYw/s1600/feathers"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TElIDx2O10I/AAAAAAAABOQ/MytHy1O2UYw/s200/feathers" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497004049940010818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, it's Friday. And this one is special one, as tomorrow is the fourth Saturday of the month, so, it will be an off and I would be getting 2 days off. Yaaayyyyy... I can't wait to reach home and sleep till late morning. Lolzzz.. How interesting no, Nowadays, I find sleeping as my best time pass. As it keeps me away from all worries and tensions. But before that, I have to check out the Chinese Food with a my third bitch: "Alps".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more updates now, Actually, in this post I am going to share a small story, I read on Jamie's Blog (My Inspiration to Blogging). It's an interesting and thoughtful story. So,read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Choose Your Words/Actions Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman one day said something that hurt her best friend. She regretted it immediately, and would have done anything to have taken the words back. But they were said, impulsively, in a moment of thoughtlessness, and as close as she and her friend were, she didn't consider the effects of her words beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her effort to undo what she had done, she went to an older, wiser woman in the village. She explained her situation, and asked for advice. The older woman listened patiently in an effort to determine just how sincere the younger woman was, how far she was willing to go to correct the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise woman said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There are two things needed to do to make amends. The first of the two is extremely difficult. Tonight, take your best feather pillows, and open a small hole in each one. Then, before the sun rises, you must put a single feather on the doorstep of each house in town. When you are through, come back to me. If you've done the first thing completely, I'll tell you the second.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young woman hurried home to prepare for her chore. All night long she labored alone in the cold. She went from doorstep to doorstep, taking care not to overlook a single house. Her fingers were frozen, the wind was so sharp it caused her eyes to water, but she ran on, through the darkened streets, thankful there was something she could do to put things back the way they once were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the sun rose, she returned to the older woman. She was exhausted, but relieved that her efforts would be rewarded. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My pillows are empty. I placed a feather on the doorstep of each home.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, said the wise woman, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Go back and refill your pillows. Then everything will be as it was before.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young woman was stunned. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You know that's impossible! The wind blew away each feather as fast as I placed them on the doorsteps! You didn't say I had to get them back! If this is the second requirement, then things will never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That's true&lt;/span&gt;", said the older woman. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Never forget. Each of your words is like a feather in the wind. Once spoken, no amount of effort, regardless how heartfelt or sincere, can ever return them to your mouth. Choose your words well, and guard them most of all in the presence of those you love.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-6994054819946950856?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/6994054819946950856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=6994054819946950856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6994054819946950856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6994054819946950856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/choose-your-wordsactions-well.html' title='Choose Your Words/Actions Well'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TElIDx2O10I/AAAAAAAABOQ/MytHy1O2UYw/s72-c/feathers' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5093182200581810141</id><published>2010-07-20T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:21:42.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi khalish hai hawaaon mein...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TEVqg21LqEI/AAAAAAAABOI/yLy3FMskrsM/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TEVqg21LqEI/AAAAAAAABOI/yLy3FMskrsM/s200/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495916032982493250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The topic is quite out of context. But it's my favorite track from "I hate Luv storys." So jut picked it up. Weather is quite pleasant, today. It's drizzling outside. As far as my new work is place is concerned, the environment is quite cool and there are hell loads of assignments, so I hardly get time to breath. I wrote 2 articles for a client and they approved them and assigned more work. So, It's kind of my first achievement here. My TL was quite impressed and appreciated my work. Rest is fine. Now I'm waiting for the end of the month, when I'll get my first salary after 3 months' break. I am looking forward to spend all of the amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to buy a new mobile (Fed up with this old, cheap one)&lt;br /&gt;2. Will download songs of "I hate Luv Storys." Loved them, specially the one: "Bin tere, bin tere..."&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy new footwear&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch Peepli (Live), the new Aamir khan movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. It's quite a good list. Let's hope, it all works out. Rest is fine. Have to go back to work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5093182200581810141?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5093182200581810141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5093182200581810141' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5093182200581810141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5093182200581810141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/koi-khalish-hai-hawaaon-mein.html' title='Koi khalish hai hawaaon mein...'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/TEVqg21LqEI/AAAAAAAABOI/yLy3FMskrsM/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-415057791745791921</id><published>2010-07-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:32:39.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Low'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>So, finally the monsoon has arrived in Delhi. It was a wonderful evening yesterday. The moment I get out of office, it started raining heavily, buses were jammed with people. Roads were blocked with water, Metro stopped operating. Instead of all this, it was great to feel the heavy rain. I was totally soaked with water while waiting for bus. Overall, it was a great evening. I reached home and had a refreshing cu of tea and talked to "S" (one of my good friends). He's the one I can bitch about how life sucks these days. Though he's an asshole, but I love his sense of humor. See, I'm bitching about him too. Lollzz.. Then went to sleep. Today morning was refreshing and beautiful. I got late for office but then I took an auto and guess what, a handsome hunk was sitting besides me. Loolllzzzz... Girls will be girls. Anyways, it feels great to be in office now. Have got loads of work to finish. Catch you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, one more thing. Here is an interesting post by one of my blogger friends: "AK" . Since I can't copy and paste it, I'm giving the link. Those who are feeling low about anything can read it and get some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travelawait.blogspot.com/2010/07/live-while-you-are-alive.html#comment-form"&gt;http://travelawait.blogspot.com/2010/07/live-while-you-are-alive.html#comment-form&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til later,&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-415057791745791921?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/415057791745791921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=415057791745791921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/415057791745791921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/415057791745791921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3963362077684018512</id><published>2010-07-12T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T05:09:38.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time pass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Strike-it-Off Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }   A:link { so-language: zxx }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;"&gt;So, the weekend was good. It was first weekend since I joined this new firm. Here is an intereting tag from &lt;a href="http://http://chandana-shekar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr. chandana-shekar's blog&lt;/a&gt;. It's pretty interesting tag and simple. Just strike off the things that you haven't done in your life yet. Here I go :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Graduated high school.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Smoked a Cigarette   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Got so drunk you passed  out.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Rode every ride at an amusement  park.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Collected something stupid.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gone to a Rock Concert. &lt;/strike&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Helped someone.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gone fishing. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Watched four movies in one  night&lt;/strike&gt;. (I have watched two and a half)   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Lied to someone.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Snorted cocaine. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Smoked weed. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Failed a subject&lt;/strike&gt;.  (Not in finals. Internals-yes. All of us in my class did ;) )   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Been in a car accident. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Been in a tornado.&lt;/strike&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Watched someone die.    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Been to a funeral.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Burned Yourself.&lt;/strike&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Run a marathon&lt;/strike&gt;.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Cried yourself to sleep.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Flown in an aeroplane.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Cheated on someone.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Been cheated on.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Written a 10 page letter. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gone skiing. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Been sailing&lt;/strike&gt;.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Cut yourself.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Had a best friend.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Lost someone you loved.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Got into trouble for something you  didn’t do.    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Stolen a book from the  library&lt;/strike&gt;. (Haven't returned quite a few yet)   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gone to a different  country&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Watched the Harry Potter movies.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Had an online diary.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Fired a gun. ( At   balloons at the dasara exhibition ;) )   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gambled in a casino. (&lt;/strike&gt;  I'm so waiting to go to vegas :) )   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Been in a school play.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Been fired from a job.&lt;/strike&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Taken a lie detector test.  &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Swam with dolphins. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Voted for someone on a reality TV  show. ( I did it for Abhijeet Sawant in Indian Idol Season 1)   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Written poetry. ( Oh yeah!!)   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Read more than 20 books a year.   (Our text books and notes and question banks and one or two novels -  yeah, easily more than 20).   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gone to Europe. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Used a colouring book over  age 12.&lt;/strike&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had a Surgery.&lt;/strike&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Had stitches. (On my left hand's  index finger)   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Taken a Taxi.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Had more than 5 IM conversations  going on at once. ( I'm a girl afterall ;) )   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Been in a fist fight. ( Yeah with  my brother ).   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Suffered any form of  abuse&lt;/strike&gt;.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had a pet.&lt;/strike&gt; (I  hate them)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Petted a wild animal. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had your own credit card &amp;amp;  bought something with it. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Dyed your hair. &lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Got a tattoo&lt;/strike&gt;.(  Will be the first thing I'll do after I get my PG seat)   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Had something pierced. (Ear lobes)   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Known someone personally with HIV  or AIDS.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Taken pictures with a webcam.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Lost something expensive.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gone to sleep with music on   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;Phew. That was a back and forth journey into memories. I'm not tagging anybody in particular, coz a lotta people I know have already taken this up. But whoever wants to take it up, please do. have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ann  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3963362077684018512?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3963362077684018512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3963362077684018512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3963362077684018512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3963362077684018512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/strike-it-off-tag.html' title='Strike-it-Off Tag'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-6738152710464401293</id><published>2010-07-09T03:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T03:34:43.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>After 3 months of rest at home, finally I got a new Job. These 3 months had been a mix of torture and boredom. I was sitting idle all the time thinking about useless stuff. In these 3 months, I have realized how necessary it is to keep yourself occupied with work. I am feeling as if I am back from a long illness. Anyways, it feels good to be in office. There are new challenges as far as the work is concerned. People are ok types, but the best part is I have an old friend of mine who's working here in the other department so I can go for breaks with her. Overall, it feels good to be busy and occupied. Life has changed a lot in past few months, but I am trying to get hold of myself and regain the old enthusiasm and energy. Will keep posting with latest updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-6738152710464401293?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/6738152710464401293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=6738152710464401293' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6738152710464401293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6738152710464401293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5051716110986374497</id><published>2010-06-14T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:23:04.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi All! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been almost a month since I updated my blog. Since I am at home these days, nothing new is going on.. But yeah, I am learning making new recipes like "Bengan ka Bharta" and "Gatte ki sabzi". And the best part is my Bro liked them, otherwise he is like I won't eat this and I won't try anything new. I'll post the pics next time when I cook. Rest is fine. Now am planning to go on a vacation to Agra (my native place). Will update you all soon abt the trip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till later, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take Care, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ann &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5051716110986374497?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5051716110986374497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5051716110986374497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5051716110986374497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5051716110986374497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/06/cooking.html' title='Cooking :)'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4030161905763260591</id><published>2010-05-08T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T04:49:31.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S-VLY69cy3I/AAAAAAAABJg/h2PQuD809x8/s1600/ps-i-love-you1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468860214027275122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S-VLY69cy3I/AAAAAAAABJg/h2PQuD809x8/s200/ps-i-love-you1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Nowadays I'm reading this novel - "P.S. I love you" which is a movie as well. I've just read 3 chapters of the novel, but can still feel the warmth of the love Gerry has for his wife Holly. Today, I watched the movie on star movies and really, it was soooo touching. Gerry loves Holly with all his heart and takes care of her small small things. Holly is careless and behaves like a child but Gerry tolerates her impatient behaviour, her mood swings and loves her. He calls her "Hol".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was awesome and so the characters played by the stars. I was literally, in tears after watching the movie and was thinking, when would I find my Gerry? The one person - my soulmate, my best pal, who'll love me with all his heart and whose world will revolve around me. Of Course, I don't want him to die before me, but I would love to spend my whole life with such a great lover and would love to die in his arms. I don't know, whether I would find a person who'll love me more than me but yeah, I keep hopes in my heart that one day, my dream will come true and my man will come to me and will tell me "Hey Ann! I love You and can't live without you". How Romantic no.. All ladies out there, do you also think like me? Are you also searching for your soulmate, your best pal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share..&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4030161905763260591?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4030161905763260591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4030161905763260591' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4030161905763260591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4030161905763260591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/05/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S-VLY69cy3I/AAAAAAAABJg/h2PQuD809x8/s72-c/ps-i-love-you1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-8227856928604583563</id><published>2010-04-30T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:29:37.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting</title><content type='html'>Since I'm gonna rant in this post then, why not warn people by the title itself. So, if you don't like ranting, please don't read. Anyways, nothing seems good these days. Don't know why? May be I'm sitting idle or anything else. Though I try to keep myself busy in work, tv and all entertainment stuff, but nothing is working out. I kinda argued with my mom. Though, she ignores my sarcastic comments these days to avaoid any fights and so do I. Really, now I have come to know, how boring it can be, sitting idle at home, doing nothing. I am going for interviews though, but no positive result yet. But not loosing hopes, looking forward to a great opportunity come my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-8227856928604583563?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/8227856928604583563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=8227856928604583563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8227856928604583563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8227856928604583563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/04/ranting.html' title='Ranting'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-896121408236707168</id><published>2010-04-23T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T05:27:09.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kabhi Alvida na kehna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infidelity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Wondering ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S9GR9tSkSSI/AAAAAAAABIs/22U-5TK8xNU/s1600/KANK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463308312292641058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S9GR9tSkSSI/AAAAAAAABIs/22U-5TK8xNU/s200/KANK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like everyday, today started with a yoga session and after that I ate a delicious breakfast Aloo ka parantha with my favorite strong chai. Early morning, they were showing "Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna" - one of my all time favorites on Set Max. While watching the movies, various thoughts were coming to my mind like why people go out of their marriage when their partner is so loving and caring. May be their expectations don't match or may be something else. Why we crave for more and more and why we look flaws in our partner rather than accepting them as they are? I know many people who have spent more than a decade with their partner, and still say that they are not happy in their marriage. But touchwood, I can say that my parents are deeply and madly in love with each other. They don't do aything special. But those small small things like my mom listens to my father quitely when he gets angry (though he hardly gets angry on her) and my father sharing every happiness and sorrow with her and there are many instances which I feel make them one of the loving couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, back to the topic. What it requires to make a marriage successfull. What a wife or husband needs to do to keep things interesting and long lasting. I'm single. May be I'll get answers to these questions, when I myself will get married. But, still since I am idle these days, I think about these things more. Those in relationship or married, If you have any tips or tricks for singles or those looking forward to marriage, please share. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till Later, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love ya, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ann&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-896121408236707168?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/896121408236707168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=896121408236707168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/896121408236707168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/896121408236707168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/04/wondering.html' title='Wondering ...'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S9GR9tSkSSI/AAAAAAAABIs/22U-5TK8xNU/s72-c/KANK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7491381773623747946</id><published>2010-03-25T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T05:04:55.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reputed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organisations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>The Hunt is On..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6tRCVHUtVI/AAAAAAAABIA/WGTemi_yUtw/s1600/jobs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6tRCVHUtVI/AAAAAAAABIA/WGTemi_yUtw/s200/jobs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452540874331567442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, things happen in an unexpected way while other time they take shape the way we want them to be. But, anyways, with time we accept them. Like few months back, I got this new job, I was very excited to work in a new organization, with new people and with new clients. Things were moving pretty smooth. Then, after few days, I lost interest in the work because of the monotonous things. I was supposed to write the similar stuff almost every day. It was getting boring and hectic day by day, and suddenly to my pleasant surprise, our client disappeared and I got this new opportunity to work in normal day shift, which I am loving and on an in-house project. Though, it's boring to sit idle in in-house project but now I am looking for new and better opportunities and imagine, today I got at least 5 calls from big reputed organizations. Let's pray, that this time I end up in a big organization. Though money matters, but this time I want to work in better infrastructure while enjoying great facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my past experiences, I have observed, things get better and better with time. Let's hope, it happens this time as well. Right now, I am suffering from severe cold and fever, so just wanted to blog it out. It's great way to divert mind from that uneasy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7491381773623747946?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7491381773623747946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7491381773623747946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7491381773623747946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7491381773623747946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/03/hunt-is-on.html' title='The Hunt is On..'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6tRCVHUtVI/AAAAAAAABIA/WGTemi_yUtw/s72-c/jobs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-2756560499651808455</id><published>2010-03-22T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:16:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Collection:</title><content type='html'>The weekend was good as always, and Pinks made it more special by visiting my place. I told her just once to come to my place and she got ready. Soooo, sweet of her and it made my mom so happy, she treats her like a small doll. I love you Mom for loving my pals and supporting me every time. We went to mall, did some shopping and then ate gol gappas and bitched a lot. How can we miss that, after all, we are members of GOBs group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was thinking about my collection of books. Till now I have read 4 novels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Five Point Someone -&lt;/span&gt; Loved the Character Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6cs8WC7SmI/AAAAAAAABGg/hiJuXOxUa78/s1600-h/five+point+someone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6cs8WC7SmI/AAAAAAAABGg/hiJuXOxUa78/s320/five+point+someone.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451375289176902242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Eleven Minutes -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Loved the journey of Maria who was convinced that she will never find true love until she meets a handsome young painter, the love of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6ctONiFKcI/AAAAAAAABGo/spiTypxgdfE/s1600-h/eleven_minutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6ctONiFKcI/AAAAAAAABGo/spiTypxgdfE/s320/eleven_minutes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451375596129298882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Three Mistakes of my Life -&lt;/span&gt; Was adventurous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6ctlBzDBWI/AAAAAAAABGw/iaF-6gs1rXo/s1600-h/3+mistakes+of+my+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6ctlBzDBWI/AAAAAAAABGw/iaF-6gs1rXo/s320/3+mistakes+of+my+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451375988116227426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Two States - &lt;/span&gt;Can relate to Ananya, as she is possessive and impatient at times while understanding and independent at the other moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6ctvpA7LNI/AAAAAAAABG4/MwYkqjOjpFk/s1600-h/2+states.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6ctvpA7LNI/AAAAAAAABG4/MwYkqjOjpFk/s320/2+states.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451376170442108114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now I'm looking forward to read these books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;1. Almost Single - &lt;/span&gt;This was gifted by my old organisation's friends, love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6hcHA7yv_I/AAAAAAAABHY/jtBDUbjAq7U/s1600-h/Almost+_Single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6hcHA7yv_I/AAAAAAAABHY/jtBDUbjAq7U/s320/Almost+_Single.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451708624511614962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything for you Ma'am -&lt;/span&gt; It's a love story where the main lead of of the novel will anything for his love even jeopardize his career to travel the length of the country just to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6c4LK-AFeI/AAAAAAAABHA/3iqM-YKoK64/s1600-h/anything+for+you+ma%27am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6c4LK-AFeI/AAAAAAAABHA/3iqM-YKoK64/s320/anything+for+you+ma%27am.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451387638529398242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;3. Of Course I Love You. . ! Till I Find Someone Better -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The title seems interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6c4QWZKu6I/AAAAAAAABHI/xs6gD1nq66w/s1600-h/Of+Course.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6c4QWZKu6I/AAAAAAAABHI/xs6gD1nq66w/s320/Of+Course.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451387727495478178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Later,&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ann &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-2756560499651808455?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/2756560499651808455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=2756560499651808455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2756560499651808455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2756560499651808455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-collection.html' title='My Collection:'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S6cs8WC7SmI/AAAAAAAABGg/hiJuXOxUa78/s72-c/five+point+someone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-6391799071818408276</id><published>2010-03-16T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:38:00.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning walk'/><title type='text'>Morning Walk</title><content type='html'>So, today after a long break, I started my fitness regimen again. I got up early by chance when my bro was preparing to go for a walk. I rushed to wear my shoes and told him, that I am coming with you. We went for a jog together. The greenery in the park was so refreshing and really it was a good start. I am happy that I am back to the normal schedule now. I can spend time with my family, watch daily soaps and then go for a walk in the morning (the best part of my day). Yes, exercising has become an integral part of my life now, and it has shown so many positive effects as well. I get loads and loads of complements, which I always love. Lollzz. Every women love complements. Yeah, I know. Now, I am here, in my office. these days, though I don't have much work, but I keep on reading new articles, chat with my college friends and pass time talking with my colleagues. Life is going smooth. Let's see what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-6391799071818408276?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/6391799071818408276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=6391799071818408276' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6391799071818408276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6391799071818408276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/03/morning-walk.html' title='Morning Walk'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4338576864503865141</id><published>2010-03-15T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:15:01.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>The weekend</title><content type='html'>The weekend was quite exciting. Finally, G.O.B.s (Gang of Bitches) managed to take out time for a get together. Yes, we three - Ann, Alps and Pinks planned a get together at Pinks' home. We had fun  together. First we went to her place, gossiped about our old office, bitched about all other gals, and laughed a lot. Really, it was fun together after so many days. Then we went to market. I bought a nice top for myself as my mother told me and then red hot sexy sandals, O.M.G. I love them. Today, I have worn them too :) So, back to the weekend, the day was fun filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Alps has got engaged, congrats Alps, We saw her would be hubby's photographs and pulled her leg. Really, it's a wonderful feeling to be engaged and then planning for marriage. O.M.G, I'm waiting for my Prince Charming, Who would be the lucky guy. Lollzzzz. We clicked so many pics, ate a lot. Pinks mom make delicious food, I am planning to take cooking lessons from her :) So, in short, it had been a great day. Looking forward to more fun, more laughter and more excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4338576864503865141?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4338576864503865141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4338576864503865141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4338576864503865141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4338576864503865141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend.html' title='The weekend'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7457540039217864883</id><published>2010-03-04T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T04:01:42.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wan to Fly Away!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S4-hFliZshI/AAAAAAAABFI/vWmHY7ZVw1Q/s1600-h/vacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S4-hFliZshI/AAAAAAAABFI/vWmHY7ZVw1Q/s320/vacation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444747591862039058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weather is changing, and so is my mood. Nowadays, I feel like flying away in some other country or an island, away from the clutter of this busy and boring life and spend a relaxing vacation wearing a sexy dress, goggles and reading my favorite novels. Or other better option can be to go on a romantic vacation and visit new places with my husband. Lol. I remember, one of my friends use to say that I always dream about marriage, husband and kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, right now, I just want to fly away, with no mobiles, no TV, no tensions and no work at all. All I need is a break, some love and loads of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope, I get that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7457540039217864883?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7457540039217864883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7457540039217864883' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7457540039217864883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7457540039217864883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/03/wan-to-fly-away.html' title='Wan to Fly Away!!'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/S4-hFliZshI/AAAAAAAABFI/vWmHY7ZVw1Q/s72-c/vacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3583789194018257896</id><published>2010-02-16T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T05:19:43.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love is in the Air ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of us alsways misinterpret the term love. We take it as a mutual feeling between a girl and a boy. But it can be anything special between two individuals. Be it your family member, a friend, a relative or anyone.. yes, if someone or some gesture touches your heart, that is love.&lt;br /&gt;Here is an awesome message from one of my loving friends that made my day, I have changed few lines to make it suit my situation. Read on: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is when Mom stares at me quitely and smiles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is when my father opens the door late night I come back from office and asks how was the day? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is when my bro tells me, "We've found an ugly guy for you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is when my sis says, "you will be married to the best person in the world"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is when my friend prays for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is when my best friends says, I will be with you always. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it beautiful? Can you feel now that love is scatterred all around us, you just need to recognise it. Yes, Love is in the Air... Feel it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep loving, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3583789194018257896?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3583789194018257896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3583789194018257896' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3583789194018257896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3583789194018257896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air ...'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5454729472545093497</id><published>2010-02-09T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:06:29.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MS Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chetan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake Up Sid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 states'/><title type='text'>Idle</title><content type='html'>So, today was one of the boring days in office. Though I enjoy here, but today my p.c. got hang after 2 hours working. It was so bad that wen a folder was not opening after 10 clicks. Went to IT people several times and then they finally formatted it. and the whole time I was either staring at people or making unnecessary calls to old friends whom I had not spoken to since long. It feels so crap sometimes. Nowadays, even talking on phone feels like a time waste (only if there are someone important). Yeah, I hate my mobile, and one of the biggest reason is I lost my favorite one in a market. Now I am sitting idle as they have not installed MS Office yet and I am unable to open any docs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so may boring stuff, here is something, that I am enjoying these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading Chetan's new novel 2 states after reaching home after work. Love both Krish and Ananya. I think I can relate myself to Ananya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching movies in parts every morning after having breakfast. Nowadays, I am watching Wake Up Sid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Learning few new dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have got a new, short hair cut which I am flaunting these days and getting many complements as well :). I love complements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am waiting for the IT person to come back with MS Office CD. Have nothing to do and can't help it even. Want to go back home and read what happens next in 2 States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later, Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you All,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5454729472545093497?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5454729472545093497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5454729472545093497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5454729472545093497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5454729472545093497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/02/idle.html' title='Idle'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-2320762777625378929</id><published>2010-01-21T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:01:04.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Anyways ...</title><content type='html'>Hi All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads to write about but my current state is not allowing me to discuss anything. I have severe cold and really irritated at this moment. The temperature in Delhi is dropping down day by day. And can you imagine yesterday night, there was zero visibility in the N.C.R region. God knows, how we managed to reach home after work. Anyways, enough of this weather report. Here is an interesting questionnaire that I found on Dip's (one of my favorite blogger friends) Blog. So, read on if you want to know more about me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your current obsession?&lt;br /&gt;I have to, have to meet my buddy asap. Waiting for him to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you wearing today?&lt;br /&gt;Maroon Pullover, Blue jeans, shoes, and a brick red colored stoll (ok shawl, those who don't know what a stoll is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Chapati and some sabzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;A T-colored jacket from Sarojini market and a sexy cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sajdaa from "My Name is Khan". Looking forward to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere in N.C.R (Delhi-Gurgaon-Noida) region with my loving hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are your must-have pieces for summer?&lt;br /&gt;Goggles, a face wash and a good sunscreen lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Taipei, Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Which language do you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;Any that only few people understand so that I can speak louder without worrying for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What’s your favorite quote?&lt;br /&gt;You need to be selfish sometimes - my self made quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who do you want to meet right now?&lt;br /&gt;My Buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Give us 3 styling tips that work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't touch your face frequently. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink loads of water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be comfortable in your own skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your dream job?&lt;br /&gt;To be a loving wife and a doting mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s your favorite magazine?&lt;br /&gt;I hardly read magazines. But novels do grab my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?&lt;br /&gt;Get a hair cut, bring some gifts for my family and Ashu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?&lt;br /&gt;Wearing something that you are not comfortable carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Medium-length, straight, silky, highlighted, healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;Complete my office assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What are your favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;Titanic, Kabhi Alvidaa na Kehnaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What inspires you?&lt;br /&gt;My Buddy. He inspires me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do your friends call you most commonly?&lt;br /&gt;Annie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you prefer coffee or tea?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Call Ashu or listen to songs if he's busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What makes you go wild?&lt;br /&gt;People showing attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Which other blogs do you love visiting?&lt;br /&gt;All on my blog-list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?&lt;br /&gt;I love gulab jamun. Jalebis and kaju ki barfi come next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many tabs are turned on in ur browser right now?&lt;br /&gt;seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;April-May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. If someone come to your house now, what would u cook for me?&lt;br /&gt;I would rather order something. It's too cold out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Totally ignore them or stop contacting them. I don't want negative people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you afraid of the most?&lt;br /&gt;Lizards. I am even afraid of writing this word. Ewwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;That how can someone be so beautiful. Lollzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What brings a smile on your face instantly?&lt;br /&gt;Kids. I know, it's very typical. But I love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. A word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways or Annie's way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When was the last time you had sex?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What would you do if you were made President of India for one day?&lt;br /&gt;I will remove the condition to have passport and visa to visit other countries and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better now. Will start working for my targets. Hope you all enjoyed reading this. Will be back with some more updates. Till then, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-2320762777625378929?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/2320762777625378929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=2320762777625378929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2320762777625378929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2320762777625378929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/01/anyways.html' title='Anyways ...'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7411597920834278732</id><published>2010-01-04T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:20:56.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Back in 2010</title><content type='html'>So, here I am with sore throat, drowsy hear and minor fever. Lollzz... You all must be wondering, why am I talking like this? Guys really, the last weekend was quite happening and hectic at the same moment. I enjoyed a lot but am suffering because of that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I got "Best dressed female of the Eve" in our office party. It was like a big surprise, as I was in my regular jeans and jacket stuff. Since it was a lucky draw, I was the one who got the award. Lucky on last eve of the year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, I woke up with this minor fever feeling. Did nothing. Took rest and watched television. It was feeling like heaven being ridden in bed and doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to meet my post grad. friend, one of my darlings. We had fun, gossiped about her in-laws (how can I leave my old habits).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I watched 3 Idiots. Awesome movie guys. All the three characters were great. And Kareena was looking more pretty. Since it was drizzling yesterday, I got that sore throat feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in short, I had loads of fun this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am waiting for my Boss to come so that she can edit my reports and all. Feeling drowsy. But have to work anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7411597920834278732?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7411597920834278732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7411597920834278732' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7411597920834278732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7411597920834278732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-2010.html' title='Back in 2010'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1145545143214995684</id><published>2009-12-28T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:02:02.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetheart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Missing Everyone...</title><content type='html'>So another Monday with new hope, New Targets and new weekend ahead :) ... Have loads of things to share but don't have much time and mood. So, here are few random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing Mom (I usually do that, when I'm away from home). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing My old organization and friends. Love you Guys. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing my Buddy. He's away and sleeping. Will fight with him tomorrow morning. Love you baby. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling Cold, it's too chilled here. 13 degrees. I hate winters. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling drowsy. Want to reach home asap and hide in my quilt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking forward to a great Weekend and New Year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Love you All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ann  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1145545143214995684?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1145545143214995684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1145545143214995684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1145545143214995684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1145545143214995684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-everyone.html' title='Missing Everyone...'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1308665083225247798</id><published>2009-12-15T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:56:32.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>My Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SyeVSaKiymI/AAAAAAAAA5s/GMdlaam_GlM/s1600-h/farewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SyeVSaKiymI/AAAAAAAAA5s/GMdlaam_GlM/s320/farewell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415461220430039650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Here comes the next news: Yesterday was my Farewell Party at my old office. It had been a great experience working with the organization. I still remember the day I had joined my previous organization. I was so timid, less confident and careless about my work. Used to chat on phone for half an hour without caring for my Boss. But really, he had been a great support for us always. I will always remember him a a role model. Learnt a lot from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the Farewell Party. All my friends, colleagues and seniors arranged for a farewell party. Everybody gathered and gave me best wishes. And the best part was I got loads of gifts. O.M.G. Greedy me. The list goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Big greeting card with message from everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bouquet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book named "Almost single"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devi Maa's Photo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown Goggles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G.. I was so touched.. Will always remember you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1308665083225247798?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1308665083225247798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1308665083225247798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1308665083225247798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1308665083225247798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-farewell.html' title='My Farewell'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SyeVSaKiymI/AAAAAAAAA5s/GMdlaam_GlM/s72-c/farewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5597993953166113859</id><published>2009-12-09T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:03:32.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Excited !!!!</title><content type='html'>I am very pissed off... Usually I am... Nothing new... and so do I write Blog for, to make others feel pissed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoLzzz... Nothing like that... A lot is going on in life these days... Can't disclose right now... May be I'll disclose it one by one to add an element of surprise... Yeah, I know, everything has its own charm of that too when it is told on right time...But, as off now, the news is: "I have got a new job". Will Leave my current organization after one week... Quite excited for the new job and looking forward to a great future... May God Bless me... HeHeHeHe... I know I'm selfish Chick... But you know, I'm like that... Over and Out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5597993953166113859?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5597993953166113859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5597993953166113859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5597993953166113859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5597993953166113859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/12/excited.html' title='Excited !!!!'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7520936006882486733</id><published>2009-11-23T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:41:11.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>So, I did nothing on last Weekend. Usually I don't do anything special on Weekends, but this weekend was special. As I didn't go out for movies, shopping. Nothing at all. I spent quality time sitting in front of TV with remote Control and with full Control (As I don't allow anybody to touch the Remote on Weekends Looolzzz.). So On Saturday, I watched TV, ate more sweets, treated myself with good ghar ka Khana. Oh I love Paranthas with loads of Butter on it (To Hell with Dieting) and Adrak waali Chai. Even Mom loves Weekends as she has the company to share sweets with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then I watched movie: "Dil Chahta Hai" and missed my college Days. I remember, When we were in College, we used to wait for our studies to get over, so that we can Earn Money. But, Nowadays, we crib about our Boss, targets and How dull Life has become. I know Human Beings can never be satisfied. As the Shah Rukh Says: "Don't be Just Santusht, Thoda Aur Wish Karo". Same thing applies here. I miss those old days, though I'm enjoying this phase of life as well. Anyways, Cut it Out. No More Serious Stuff. That's how I spent my Weekend. How was your Weekend? All your Comments are Welcome ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7520936006882486733?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7520936006882486733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7520936006882486733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7520936006882486733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7520936006882486733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3218471992862296446</id><published>2009-11-17T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:01:00.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggers'/><title type='text'>Stop Ranting, Collect Your Award</title><content type='html'>So, after all those ranting post, here I am taking a break from all that samajhdaari wali batein. Anyways, Here is an award one on my new Blogger friends - DayDreamer has given me. Thanks "DD" for appreciating my posts and liking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SwKXpE55gdI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UxzKhQKbq4w/s1600/awesome_blogger_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 81px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SwKXpE55gdI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UxzKhQKbq4w/s320/awesome_blogger_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405049234745033170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah thanks to all of you who read my posts and share your valuable suggestions and views with me. So, here are some rules for this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank whoever gave this to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Post it in your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell us 7 things that your readers don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Link 7 new bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Notify winners of the award with a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Most of all - Keep being awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since I am done with first 3 rules. Here are 7 things about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. I love Italian and South Indian cuisine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. I've a phobia for Lizards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. I love my country, and won't leave it for any reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. I love sweets, chocolates but not ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5. Blue is my favorite color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. I am a Movie Buff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;7. I love Chetan's all Novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to pass on this award to my other Blogger friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://travelawait.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://travelawait.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sourav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sourav-pandey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sourav-pandey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Priya:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://very-me-priya.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://very-me-priya.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tunisianbelle:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://jamiehassen.multiply.com/"&gt;http://jamiehassen.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pooja: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://poojamahimkar.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://poojamahimkar.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Scandoulous Housewife:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.scandaloushousewife.net/"&gt;http://www.scandaloushousewife.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://niceguy251.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-happy-family-part-iii.html"&gt;http://niceguy251.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-happy-family-part-iii.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3218471992862296446?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3218471992862296446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3218471992862296446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3218471992862296446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3218471992862296446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop-ranting-collect-your-award.html' title='Stop Ranting, Collect Your Award'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SwKXpE55gdI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UxzKhQKbq4w/s72-c/awesome_blogger_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-2696133868603903788</id><published>2009-11-16T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:52:58.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Is It All about "Give and Take" ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: If you don't like reading about those typical emotional stuff, then don't waste your time. This one is not for you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard we pretend to remain unaffected by the outer world. Somewhere down the line, we all have emotions and feel the pain when expectations are not met. I know I love to give fundas for every situation and one of those fundas is "It's all about Give and Take". Be it family, friends or beloved, we all expect something in return. The proportion might differ from person to person, but I think ... Lolllzz... (As gals can't think according to my dear friend)... But yeah I think expectations are always there in every relationship. That's the question that have been there in my mind for last few day. Do expectations develop with time or with the love or bond you share or is it the kind of relationship you share with the particular person? To sum up it in one line: I would say What's more important: Time, Love or the relationship.  Because I might not have much expectation from my siblings while I may expect a lot from a friend. But yeah, being a normal selfish creature, I too expect and sometimes, my fundas fail. I might expect without giving something in return. That's something which is a very big (Sorry, I'm short of the appropriate word) to ask for, that's what I think (Yes, I can think... Loollzzz).. So, what you guys think. Does this "Give and Take" funda applies for you OR you've found the one who loves you UNCONDITIONALLY ??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I don't know how much sense does this post makes to you.  But I would definitely appreciate your views on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-2696133868603903788?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/2696133868603903788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=2696133868603903788' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2696133868603903788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2696133868603903788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-all-about-give-and-take.html' title='Is It All about &quot;Give and Take&quot; ?'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1384621493611265577</id><published>2009-11-10T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:36:38.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priviledges'/><title type='text'>Luck by Chance.. Do you believe in this?</title><content type='html'>Some people say that they believe in hard work rather than in Luck while other say it's their hard luck that they don't get things easily. I myself don't understand this. Since childhood, I have achieved and lost many things which I've ever wished for. And most of the time, it involved loads of pains and hard work to achieve anything. But, sometimes I envy of those who get things just like that. Despite of low grades, people in reserved quota (please don't get offended) studying in the same institute in which we had been studying who had worked so hard to make it in top 100. Really, sometimes, I think it's unfair. Though I don't have any regrets, and by God's grace, I've achieved most of the things I've ever wanted, but really feel bad when some people get extra priviledges just because they have that "Better Luck" thing. Please feel free to share your experiences and  views.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1384621493611265577?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1384621493611265577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1384621493611265577' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1384621493611265577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1384621493611265577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/11/luck-by-chance-do-you-believe-in-this.html' title='Luck by Chance.. Do you believe in this?'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5206150996802281654</id><published>2009-11-04T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:47:57.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Few Updates</title><content type='html'>Nothing much interesting is going on that's why I hardly update my Blog. But then, I miss you all and your comments. Please feel free to write lots of comments. Loolllzzzz.... Just kidding. But I would be happy if more and more of you post comments on my Blog. Just a few updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life has become more hectic and tight schedules are killing me. Need a break I suppose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have not watched a movie on theatre since past 3 month... O.M.G. .. I myself can't believe this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't read &lt;a href="http://www.infibeam.com/Books/info/chetan-bhagat/2-states-story-my-marriage/9788129115300.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chetan's latest Book: 2 States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my friend has given me a novel. Can't wait to go home and read that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.chakpak.com/movie/three-idiots/19555"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Idiots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://photogallery.indiatimes.com/articleshow/5049823.cms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kurbaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to release.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want to sleep right here, rightnow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about me. So, guys how are you and what's up. What are your recent updates. Comments are most welcome ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5206150996802281654?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5206150996802281654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5206150996802281654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5206150996802281654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5206150996802281654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-updates.html' title='Few Updates'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5012957867609056819</id><published>2009-10-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:30:53.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May God Bless Us</title><content type='html'>Read about Wasim Akram's Wife. Though I hardly watch cricket and don't now much about him. But felt sorry about the untimely demise of his wife. We all are aware of this bitter truth of life, that we all have to die one day leaving behind all our dear ones or we have to face death of our dear ones. But such an untimely incidence have more impact on our lives. So, I here pray for his wife that may her soul rest in peace and God give Wasim the strenghth to bear the loss. One more thing, May God bless us that we enjoy life till we are alive....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5012957867609056819?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5012957867609056819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5012957867609056819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5012957867609056819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5012957867609056819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/10/may-god-bless-us.html' title='May God Bless Us'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4774455834657693284</id><published>2009-10-08T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:23:22.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Ss29O8Rbt_I/AAAAAAAAA1o/HhhCKMp3WD8/s1600-h/stress-definition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Ss29O8Rbt_I/AAAAAAAAA1o/HhhCKMp3WD8/s400/stress-definition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390172393427417074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nowadays, I am not able to cope up with stress. or may be the lifestyle (late nights shifts, increased targets) is affecting me. I don't know the exact reason, but I've realized I can't take stress anymore from anyone including myself. When something goes out of my hands, I just leave it on God or the time. But still sometimes, my mind becomes clogged with so many thoughts, that I outburst on anybody or anytime. This is something, I need to control. I need to control my anger. Though, I hardly mess with anyone, but sometimes my friends or family become target of my anger. I know they care for me, but that doesn't mean I can take them for granted. I am working on it. May be I'll be able to handle it. Here are some tips, I found on web. If someone is in the same situation, read it. It may help you... Love, Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enough Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Maintain Proper Nutrition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Exercise Regularly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Maintain Social Support&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Find Hobbies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Pamper Yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Keep Your Mind Sharp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Have The Right Attitude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Process Your Emotions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Maintain a Spiritual Practice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4774455834657693284?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4774455834657693284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4774455834657693284' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4774455834657693284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4774455834657693284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/10/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed Out'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Ss29O8Rbt_I/AAAAAAAAA1o/HhhCKMp3WD8/s72-c/stress-definition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7333995418011596598</id><published>2009-10-07T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:19:12.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM Twittering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Ssx4vjSKUUI/AAAAAAAAA1g/y7qsBf8PaZU/s400/twitter_button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389815612376240450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had been away from my blog for a long time. Though I have had enough these days, but nothing  interesting to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the latest update. I've joined &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry, actually I had joined it 8 months back, but nowadays, I'm regular on it. Since I hardly get time to write long details on the Blog, Twitter is another good option to keep all my friends and pals updated thru short messages. It's like an SMS service. Short, yet informative. So, those who've not yet become a part of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; are welcome to join my network. Looking forward to your Tweets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7333995418011596598?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7333995418011596598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7333995418011596598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7333995418011596598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7333995418011596598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-twittering.html' title='I AM Twittering...'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Ssx4vjSKUUI/AAAAAAAAA1g/y7qsBf8PaZU/s72-c/twitter_button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4879171451492642438</id><published>2009-09-16T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:15:16.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>Few Updates</title><content type='html'>Hi All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few recent updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Returned from a family trip (Vaishno Devi).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoyed a lot there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rtnow, sitting in office, feeling very exhausted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working hard for this months targets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will post about the trip's details in next post (may be)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want to go back home and sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing my pals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and take care. Will be back with new post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4879171451492642438?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4879171451492642438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4879171451492642438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4879171451492642438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4879171451492642438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-updates.html' title='Few Updates'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-6703870010120046050</id><published>2009-09-08T03:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:15:41.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Yaad Aayenge Ye Pal (Moments I will Cherish..)</title><content type='html'>So, after striving hard for targets and many ups and downs in our professional life, we finally got our rewards in form of a "Party in a Pub". Though I have studied in co-ed, spent some of my years in hostel, but the idea of going to disc didn't materialize. Anyways, our whole team was so excited. Nobody was in a mood to work. Everybody was planning like we'll do that, we'll do this and blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was in Suburbia, Metropolitan Mall, Gurgaon. We reached there around 8. In starting everybody was behaving so sophisticated, but after 10-15 mints we all got familiar with the place and then we started having snacks and drinks.  I was not in a mood to drink, then somebody suggested that I must try Vodka with Limca. I thought I must try it at least once. Slowly and slowly I sipped the drink. And know what I liked it. Bas phir kya tha, I had another glass and started dancing on the floor. Everybody was dancing there. And for the first time I danced continuously for 2 and half hours. O.M.G, While dancing I was thinking, my energy level has increased. May be it was due to the drink. Then I had 2 more glasses. It was fun! Every body was enjoying. After having 4 glasses, I was feeling a bit dizzy, but I could feel what's going around me. I was not high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dinner. Everyone was happy and enjoying. In short the party was great and we all enjoyed. That day was one of my life's best days. Everything seemed to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST PERFECT!!!&lt;/span&gt; Nothing fell out of place. And yeah I'll cherish it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-6703870010120046050?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/6703870010120046050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=6703870010120046050' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6703870010120046050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6703870010120046050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/09/yaad-aayenge-ye-pal-moments-i-will.html' title='Yaad Aayenge Ye Pal (Moments I will Cherish..)'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-8336328082855875542</id><published>2009-08-28T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:16:04.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Women&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feel good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Females'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to all my Awesome Girl Friends :)</title><content type='html'>Hey Girls! Here is a lovely poster. I found this on &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://www.wineonlips.com/2009/08/for-all-my-wild-ladies.html"&gt;Cindy's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Originally created by Heidi at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.daisybones.com/"&gt;daisybones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; this poster is free to print, share, and use. It's Awesome and I dedicate it to all my girl friends (including the blogger friends). And last but not the least. I dedicate this to my G.O.B's (Gang of Bitches) and B.N.A.G.S. group (My post grad. girl friends)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on it for a bigger version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SpelEogclrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rIMxYiMqlk0/s1600-h/blisschickposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SpelEogclrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rIMxYiMqlk0/s400/blisschickposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374946179301545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-8336328082855875542?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/8336328082855875542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=8336328082855875542' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8336328082855875542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8336328082855875542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/08/dedicated-to-all-my-awesome-girl.html' title='Dedicated to all my Awesome Girl Friends :)'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SpelEogclrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rIMxYiMqlk0/s72-c/blisschickposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4522503994722328067</id><published>2009-08-26T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:39:25.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circle of Influence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Circle of Influence - Makes a lot of Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SpYyXqaAI2I/AAAAAAAAAtA/LdaQCEtOpNg/s1600-h/circle-of-influence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SpYyXqaAI2I/AAAAAAAAAtA/LdaQCEtOpNg/s320/circle-of-influence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374538587414995810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pleasant morning with new hope and positive energy. The moment I got up from my bed, first thought that popped into my mind was: O.M.G, I'm late, rushed get ready. I could not even grab a sandwich or cup of tea, my cab people called me up : "Maaa'm ! your cab is waiting for you". Within 10 minutes I boarded the cab. Meanwhile the vendor called me up twice to inquire whether I have boarded the cab or not? Disgusting, and then started the fight. He blamed me for late boarding and I blamed him for informing me late. In short, I was so pissed off after that whole conversation (As you all know, I hate fighting or arguing with people :), and really try to avoid such situations). But sometimes, you can't control other people's frame of mind and the way behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, So, I was so pissed off that I called up my support system, my best friend to tell him about the incidence (At last we all need someone to bear all our frustration). So, I called him up and as another discussion session, he told me about the concept "Circle of Influence". Some of you might be aware of the term and concept. But as I was not familiar with the concept he explained me things by taking simple instance. Like take one instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;First Instance:&lt;/span&gt; You got up late &gt;&gt; left for office in a hurry &gt;&gt; bad roads and traffic jam made you more frustrated &gt;&gt; then you reached office &gt;&gt; did some mistake in task &gt;&gt; Angry Manager calls you to discuss your mistakes &gt;&gt; and it left you more frustrated ... And what's the end result, your whole day got spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Second Instance:&lt;/span&gt; You got up 15 minutes before the regular time &gt;&gt; Got ready &gt;&gt; Left for office on time &gt;&gt; no heavy traffic jams &gt;&gt; reached office on time &gt;&gt; Delivered your tasks on time &gt;&gt; Your boss satisfied &gt;&gt; And rewards :) ... Result: At the end of the day, you are happy and content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the difference? just by changing the habit of getting up 15 minutes before your normal schedule, made your day. This is the circle of influence where one event influenced the other and made a lot of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Moral of the Story: &lt;/span&gt;We can't control other people perceptions, actions and behaviors. So, rather than worrying about things which we can not control like traffic jams, bad mood of boss, bad roads, we should look in to ourselves and try to find out what are the other options which I can go for, to make my life more easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think upon it .. I know it's very easy to give "GYAAN", but difficult to implement it. But try and change some of your habits or look out for other options which can make your life more easy and interesting. Till then Enjoy the roller coaster ride :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks to my best friend for introducing me to "Circle of Influence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4522503994722328067?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4522503994722328067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4522503994722328067' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4522503994722328067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4522503994722328067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/08/circle-of-influence-makes-lot-of.html' title='Circle of Influence - Makes a lot of Difference'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SpYyXqaAI2I/AAAAAAAAAtA/LdaQCEtOpNg/s72-c/circle-of-influence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7698454398891285407</id><published>2009-08-17T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:27:21.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrased'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Ever Been Caught ??</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about posting on my Blog for past 3-4 days, but could not get the time. Missed you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was good. Weather was pleasant as it was either drizzling or raining heavily all the time. After a long time of hot dhup and garmi it was like a great relief celebrating the weekend with Chai (tea) and Pakoras (snacks). Did loads of masti at home and enjoyed suring net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a weird thing happened to me last weekend. As you all know, I love bitching. So, as a normal thing I was sending this message to my sister bitching about some common friend. And imagine, in a hurry, I sent it to the same person about whom I was bitching. Imagine, it became really an awkward situation when that person called me back to inquire about the same. O.M.G, I was too shocked to handle the situation, but somehow I managed. Thank God, I didn't mention her name in the message, so I got a benefit of doubt. Really it was too embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is not the first time I was in a situation. Here are some instances which I want to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school, this guy, whom I hated the most (I myself don't know why), So, I was bitching about him to my best friend that time. Though my friend was giving me all the hints that he is standing behind, I ignored her and continued bitching about him. And imagine, I turned and he was standing just behind me smiling. Caught Red Handed. I was speechless. My blood froze. What to do now. But the humble guy didn't say anything. From that day, my views changed for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, I was in a function, bitching about an aunt, her make up and disastrous fashion style, and look she was standing near me. But, thank God she didn't listen anything or may be she just ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many instances, but these are the ones, which I remember till now. So gals, be careful while bitching next time :) And yeah, I would like you to share your experiences as well. So, please feel free to share them here... Till then Enjoy Bitching :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7698454398891285407?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7698454398891285407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7698454398891285407' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7698454398891285407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7698454398891285407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/08/ever-been-caught.html' title='Ever Been Caught ??'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-429569280459222169</id><published>2009-08-12T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:12:13.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine Flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precautions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth Day'/><title type='text'>Hi All !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi All ! I know it's been long since I updated my blog. Though I've been regularly posting comments on my other Blogger friends posts, I could not get time to write a post myself :) With increased targets at workplace, it's really difficult to indulge into my own interests. Anyways, in past couple of days, I have many things to share with all of you. Here are few updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Celebrated my Birthday.&lt;/span&gt; Thanks to my lovely team members and GOBs, for giving me such an exciting surprise :) .. We had a full celebration, from cake cutting ceremony to accepting gifts. This B'day I received maximum gifts I think. 2 t-shits and 4 kurtis and 2 Novels.. O.M.G... I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monthly targets have increased,&lt;/span&gt; not so happy. But we can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then came &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raksha Bandhan. &lt;/span&gt;Loads of sweets and celebrations. Enjoyed the day with my siblings and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fourth and the last one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swine Flu&lt;/span&gt;. Heyyyy wait wait wait, don't think that I'm suffering from that, fortunately we are safe and I wish everybody remains safe specially the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was chatting with one of my blogger friends and she told me that situation is really bad in her city. All schools, colleges, institutions, cinema halls and malls are closed as a precautionary measure to avoid the Flu. Really, even people in Delhi are also worried about the flu. People in our office have started wearing those masks. Though, the things are a bit serious, but with some precautions we can avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a complete idea about the Flu and how it spreads from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swine_influenza."&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are antiviral medicines you can take to prevent or treat swine flu. Though, there is no vaccine available right now to protect against swine flu, you can help prevent the spread of germs that cause respiratory illnesses like influenza by following precautions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cover your nose and mouth with a tissue when you cough or sneeze. Throw the tissue in the trash after you use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wash your hands often with soap and water, especially after you cough or sneeze. You can also use alcohol-based hand cleaners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Avoid touching your eyes, nose or mouth. Germs spread this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Try to avoid close contact with sick people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Stay home from work or school if you are sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I would suggest, don't panic and take care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T0 make things a bit lighter, try this test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Here is an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://izismile.com/2009/05/29/scanner_of_your_heart.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;interesting test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;will give you the opportunity to learn what such things as love, relationships, betrayal, sympathy mean to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I hope I don’t have to explain that the test is having a comic aspect, take it with humor &lt;img style="border: medium none ;" alt="winked" src="http://izismile.com/engine/data/emoticons/winked.gif" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Here are my results :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanner of your heart (&lt;a href="http://izismile.com/"&gt;Izismile.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://izismile.com/2009/05/29/scanner_of_your_heart.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://izismile.com/tests/pics/animals/glavnaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Your choice symbolizes a person whom you could like in real life situations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer - Elegant and well-mannered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Your choice symbolizes the impression that you want to have on people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse - Optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Your choice symbolizes a behavior that would make you finish your relationship with your partner (beloved one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Crocodile - Cruelty (ruthlessness) of your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Your choice symbolizes a type of relationship that you would like to have with your partner (beloved one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bird - Your goal - long-term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Your choice shows if you are capable to cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Person - it is unlikely that you cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Your choice shows your attitude to marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bengal tiger- For you, marriage is something very precious, when you get married, you will greatly appreciate your marriage and your other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Your choice shows your attitude to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dove - For you, love is an equal relationship between two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-429569280459222169?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/429569280459222169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=429569280459222169' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/429569280459222169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/429569280459222169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-all.html' title='Hi All !!!'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1177716051354409799</id><published>2009-08-06T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:39:41.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='points'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>50 Random Thoughts - Part of Tagging Game</title><content type='html'>1. O.M.G .. It's so silent at the workplace&lt;br /&gt;2. Nobody has come yet :(&lt;br /&gt;3. I must listen to some peppy number.&lt;br /&gt;4. "Jugni" from "Oye Lucky Lucky Oye" is my favorite these days.&lt;br /&gt;5. LOL :) this song is soo funny.&lt;br /&gt;6. Waiting for my colleagues to come, some of them are really funny.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate waking up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;8. Why do we need to work.&lt;br /&gt;9 Can't I get a rich, husband? Anybody reading..&lt;br /&gt;10. T.G.I.F.F.F - Thank God It's Freaky Fucking Friday :)&lt;br /&gt;11. Want to fly high in the sky without wings.&lt;br /&gt;12. Breakfast was good.&lt;br /&gt;13. Feeling sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;14. Have to achieve the supposed targets.&lt;br /&gt;15. Why Boss is always right ?&lt;br /&gt;16. When would I become "The Boss".&lt;br /&gt;17. Ok I would not mind if I become some Manager's or VP's wife :)&lt;br /&gt;18. Will do loads of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;19. I love Kids.&lt;br /&gt;20  Me and my kids will do loads of masti with Papa Darling :)&lt;br /&gt;21. Still nobody has come.&lt;br /&gt;23. O.M.G is anybody coming or not?&lt;br /&gt;24. Really tiring to complete this tag.&lt;br /&gt;25. But, thanks to &lt;a href="http://nainabarse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jalpari&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me :)&lt;br /&gt;26. "Love Aaj Kal" is a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;27. Loved its songs.&lt;br /&gt;28. Waiting for tonight, so that I can go and sleep tight.&lt;br /&gt;29. Want to get out of here asap.&lt;br /&gt;30. Don't know when the day would come :(&lt;br /&gt;31.  I need to go for a hair cut this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;32. But I hate waiting in Parlor for my turn to come.&lt;br /&gt;33. These Parlor walis really suck (self boasting Bitches) .&lt;br /&gt;34. Have to do loads of stuff, threading, waxing ... OMG.&lt;br /&gt;35. Will make Manchurian this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;36. I love "Ryan" LOL :) How could I forget him.&lt;br /&gt;37. Ryan is a character from book "Five Point Someone".&lt;br /&gt;37. I know, I'm mad... mad after my dream man.&lt;br /&gt;38. Have to complete 2 other Novels gifted by my Best Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;39. O.k. I have a call.&lt;br /&gt;40. I love our GOBs (Gang of Bitches) team.&lt;br /&gt;41. I haven't done anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;42. Boss would kill me, who cares :)&lt;br /&gt;43. I'll complete the targets.&lt;br /&gt;44. Did I mention, I hate my job on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;45. Five more thoughts to write down.&lt;br /&gt;46. Nobody in the team has come yet.&lt;br /&gt;47. Where the hell, they got stuck, It's 9:45 a.m. already.&lt;br /&gt;48. It was fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;49. Thanks &lt;a href="http://nainabarse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jalpari&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me. And love you &lt;a href="http://nainabarse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;, for inspiring me write the tags :)&lt;br /&gt;50. Bye, C YA  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1177716051354409799?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1177716051354409799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1177716051354409799' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1177716051354409799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1177716051354409799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/08/50-random-thoughts-part-of-tagging-game.html' title='50 Random Thoughts - Part of Tagging Game'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1032967834564102392</id><published>2009-07-24T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:23:21.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SmluzWChj7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/lRIw39B3EBQ/s1600-h/Relax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SmluzWChj7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/lRIw39B3EBQ/s320/Relax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361938659729838002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T.G.I.F - Thank God It's Friday. The week had been too tiring especially yesterday evening. Finally it rained heavily in Delhi (NCR) last evening. Everybody was so happy to feel the rain after such a long time of unbearable hot weather. But the problem started when we left the office. Streets were clogged with water and jammed with vehicles. As most of the working shifts get over by 6 p.m. everybody was rushing back home and it took us around 3 hours to reach the home and left us exhausted. I had my dinner and jumped into the bed as there was no energy left to do anything else. Then Alarm rang at 6:15 am. First I felt like what the hell is this? I 'm not going to Office. But, as we all know Corporate Bitches can't be lazy all the time. I got up, got ready for the office and boarded the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling too exhausted to do any work. Still working, so that I can enjoy my weekend, relaxing in my couch, watching movies, eating momos.... oooohhhhhhhhhh... Feeling sleepy now.. I think I need to go, grab a cup of Coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend to you all :) Enjoy. Will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1032967834564102392?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1032967834564102392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1032967834564102392' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1032967834564102392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1032967834564102392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-break.html' title='I need a Break'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SmluzWChj7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/lRIw39B3EBQ/s72-c/Relax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3491509512235623985</id><published>2009-07-21T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:08:16.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crowd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><title type='text'>Loneliness Kills Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Smad6bRFlcI/AAAAAAAAAr4/W00g3M2ubT8/s1600-h/Killing+Loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Smad6bRFlcI/AAAAAAAAAr4/W00g3M2ubT8/s320/Killing+Loneliness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361146033508554178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting Alone in my office department on my seat, I am feeling soooo scared deep down inside. Not Scared of any ghost or Lizard (My phobia), but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am scared of the loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As nobody has arrived yet, I am alone in the department, doing my work. But negative thoughts are constantly clouding my mind, all the insecurities shrinking my heart and making me feel so helpless. To avoid that negative thing, I tried to distract my thoughts to something else, read some blogs, wrote some content, did some usual reporting stuff but all in vain. That feeling of loneliness is there. And one thing I must admit I am Scared of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am a reserved person, become choosy while making friends but I need people around me to feel alive. Otherwise, I feel so scared and low. I avoid such kinda situation in which I may be left alone, but if I am alone all these negative thoughts keep coming to my mind. Thank God, one of the colleagues has arrived... Feels like life has come back. And yeah thanks to Blogging that I can take it out by writing. See ya Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3491509512235623985?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3491509512235623985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3491509512235623985' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3491509512235623985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3491509512235623985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/07/loneliness-kills-me.html' title='Loneliness Kills Me'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Smad6bRFlcI/AAAAAAAAAr4/W00g3M2ubT8/s72-c/Killing+Loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1463947413604131131</id><published>2009-07-20T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T05:28:39.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answers'/><title type='text'>Some Questions</title><content type='html'>As I have nothing much to write these days. Here is a questionnaire (which I found on one of my Blogger friend's Blog), I am filling on my Office Desktop just to kill the remaining 15 mins. of my working hours.. Hope It helps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;A: My skin has become so Oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Rs. 465&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;A: Boar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your favourite ring tone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: What's Go'in On from "Salaam Namaste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: My Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Salwaar Kameez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you label yourself?&lt;br /&gt;A: I dont understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name the brand of the shoes you currently own?&lt;br /&gt;A: Bata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;A: Bright. I'm scared of Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't know him much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does your watch look like?&lt;br /&gt;A: I dont wear watches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: Chatting with my Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;br /&gt;A: Some advise on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;A: Anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who told you he/she loved you last? (Please exclude spouse , family, children)&lt;br /&gt;A: My M.C.A Batch Mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;A: 21-24 (When I was doing my Post Graduation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Was discussing stuff with a Dashing, handsome Hunk sitting next to me. (I have a huge Crush on him these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Aaja Aaja Dil Nichode ... from Movie "Kaminey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where did you live in 1987?&lt;br /&gt;A: Meerut, India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;A: I am jealous of all the girls who look more beautiful than me :) HeHeHe Just Kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name three things that you have on you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;A: My mobile... Goggles... My wallet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s your favorite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;A: There are many... But Goa, and Gangtok in India top the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?&lt;br /&gt;A: I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?&lt;br /&gt;A: He got Married :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yup ! My Legs ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;A: A Couple sailing on a Boat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1463947413604131131?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1463947413604131131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1463947413604131131' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1463947413604131131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1463947413604131131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-questions.html' title='Some Questions'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3719563493558018303</id><published>2009-07-13T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:12:31.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I love Bitching :)</title><content type='html'>One of the most prominent change that I have noticed these days is I love to bitch and rant. Yeah, slowly and gradually I have developed this habit of bitching and ranting all the time. Be it my workplace, home or any get together, I am always bitching about someone or ranting about something. Like at my workplace I bitch about other departments, colleagues, the meal they offer, the transport system and much more. At home I rant about, how my job sucks, how I feel bad about spending around 4 hours in the office cab. I know many people who are working face the same situation. But I feel as if it all is happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the day my best friend dropped me to my office. The moment I got into the car, I started bitching about people, ranting about my work schedules. And he was smiling all the time. He's such a cool person. I wonder how does he keep his calm when he's facing the same problems. But he hardly complains about work and cabs and I always do the same. LOL. Anyways, bitching is something I'm doing since my college days, but I think I must stop complaining about small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3719563493558018303?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3719563493558018303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3719563493558018303' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3719563493558018303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3719563493558018303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-bitching.html' title='I love Bitching :)'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4133328222259536980</id><published>2009-07-08T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:12:56.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sihft'/><title type='text'>Some Changes</title><content type='html'>So, finally after struggling for almost 3 years in evening shifts. We are assigned to work in Normal day shift (9am - 6pm) and today's the second day. It's really tough to stay awake nowadays as my body needs some time to adjust to this routine I suppose. Feeling very sleepy right now, not able to concentrate but happy about the new change as time passes fast in this routine. As earlier I used to reach home around 1 am. Everyone at home used to fall asleep and by the time I use to wake up, my folks were usually out for the Work. It was quite depressing to see your folks only on Weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it take time to reach home nowadays because of the traffic jam, but a smile on my mom's face after a hectic day gives me the feeling that at least someone is happy. I miss watching my favorite daily soaps, but I can watch them anytime at U tube. Thanks to Mr. Google. I am happy about some other things as well. Like finally I bought Laptop last month, Now I can surf net whenever I want :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4133328222259536980?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4133328222259536980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4133328222259536980' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4133328222259536980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4133328222259536980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-changes.html' title='Some Changes'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1606575443003344998</id><published>2009-06-29T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T03:15:04.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hectic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I love you All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SkiTwOq5BfI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-to-Lz3MR40/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SkiTwOq5BfI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-to-Lz3MR40/s320/Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352690613910832626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is not like a regular Monday. Today I was feeling great while coming to the office. The weekend had been really boring and hectic. As My mother is not at home, I had to take care of all the household work and Cooking part. And believe me, it's really tough to be a house wife. All the time I was wandering about what to prepare for Breakfast. As soon as the breakfast was over, I use to think about the Lunch and then dinner. OMG... Though it was not that bad, but temperature in Delhi is soo hot that it was really tough to be in Kitchen all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized how Every housewife performs a thankless job, which we working people don't realize. I was missing my mother all the time. When I was a kid, I used to make faces, when I didn't like any dish and used to become so adamant at times. But really, Moms are the best. In fact I've seen my mom taking care of even smallest things just to provide us the best comforts, so that we can do well in our studies. Really, missing you Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I managed to cook food for these 2 days. Today I got up late. So, my little Brother, compromised for Lunch. Said you need not to prepare it, I'll have something from outside. After all, Family is Family, they give you the unconditional love. Love you Mom, Dad, Sis and of Course my little Bro (who treats me like a kid... LOL) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1606575443003344998?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1606575443003344998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1606575443003344998' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1606575443003344998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1606575443003344998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-all.html' title='I love you All'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SkiTwOq5BfI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-to-Lz3MR40/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-2842541856675018694</id><published>2009-06-22T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:51:59.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Low'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealous'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>It may seem a very depressing post to you all. But, As it's the place where I  want to be what I am. So, I am writing whatever I am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very low. nothing seems to be positive. I am still not clear what I want out of myself. Though I know the value of my Job, I know how hard I fought to get this job, this position. Still not contented with whatever I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I don't love my ex anymore, still whenever he calls me up. His conversations leave me depressed and I wander why I pick up his calls. Can't I tell him, just get lost. Not I think I can never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am about to get married may be in a year or 6 months. But still not excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many people tell me, you look good, still I get jealous looking at other beautiful ladies sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am going. I really don't know what I want??? One of my friend was telling me that We "Leos" have very frequent mood swings. May be it's one of those bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for bearing the depressing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah one more update: May we need to work for one more hour from this week. It's really tough to be a "Corporate Bitch"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-2842541856675018694?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/2842541856675018694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=2842541856675018694' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2842541856675018694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/2842541856675018694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/06/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4004245251512026283</id><published>2009-06-08T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:21:50.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Updates</title><content type='html'>So, Here I am writing another Post. I don't have much to share this time. Just took rest on Weekend. It had been the most boring weekend since I have started working. Either I was sleeping or sitting in front of television like vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not eat my favorite dishes because of bad throat. Though I have not recovered yet, but feeling better than before. Came here to share a few updates with you guys. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Here is My Batch... from Ms. R ! for the &lt;a href="http://xpressive-silence.blogspot.com/2009/06/longing.html"&gt;Guest Blog Post&lt;/a&gt; I wrote for her Blog "&lt;a href="http://xpressive-silence.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-lil-award-ceremony-and-surprise.html"&gt;Expressive Silence&lt;/a&gt;". Thanks Ms. R ! Love your Work :) Keep Posting and Keep Rocking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Si0b93N94yI/AAAAAAAAAik/S_k3QCZXAoM/s1600-h/GuestBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Si0b93N94yI/AAAAAAAAAik/S_k3QCZXAoM/s320/GuestBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344959082367148834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Feeling sooo hungary. Our Manager is giving us a Pizza Party... Waiting for that to come. After 4-5 days of bad taste, I can't resist the temptation to have Pizza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Working fst to finish my targets so that I can catch a restful sleep tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then , Love you All,&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4004245251512026283?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4004245251512026283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4004245251512026283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4004245251512026283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4004245251512026283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-updates.html' title='Few Updates'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Si0b93N94yI/AAAAAAAAAik/S_k3QCZXAoM/s72-c/GuestBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7939648170250698173</id><published>2009-06-05T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:25:42.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Down with Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SikOkxF-n2I/AAAAAAAAAic/lZEFp8315Ko/s1600-h/ailmentFever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SikOkxF-n2I/AAAAAAAAAic/lZEFp8315Ko/s320/ailmentFever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818457668296546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been 3-4 days, since I am struggling hard to fight with fever, bad throat and severe cold. But now the situation is getting out of control, it's hard to manage and work. I could easily take an off, but I think I have become so used to work, that I feel bored at home relaxing alone. So, I opted to come and work. But as it's hard now, I really need to take some rest. T.G.I.F. (Thank God It's Friday), finally the day has come. Now I can relax at home and catch a good movie on my new Lappy (Laptop) with my Bro and Mom :) Not feeling like working, feeling exhausted as all my energy level has gone down.. Looking forward to a relaxing WEEKEND. Till then, Happy Weekend Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.......................... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7939648170250698173?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7939648170250698173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7939648170250698173' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7939648170250698173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7939648170250698173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-with-fever.html' title='Down with Fever'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SikOkxF-n2I/AAAAAAAAAic/lZEFp8315Ko/s72-c/ailmentFever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5466391897858471126</id><published>2009-05-22T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:10:25.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/ShacueBc9sI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Y4qAfvjNktk/s1600-h/Miss+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/ShacueBc9sI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Y4qAfvjNktk/s320/Miss+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338626730441373378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some grudges and wounds leave their marks forever. No matter, how many years pass, somewhere down the line we all still feel hurt for some or the other loss. Today I was just discussing things with one of my friends. And yeah, we are sailing on the same boat I suppose. Not able to come out of our respective pasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I gave my 100% to my previous relationship, still it didn't work out. I know he didn't deserve me. I know he was not that into me. Still, why do I still miss him. At the end of the Day, why I ask God what went wrong? Can't he come back and say "Yes I love you and I need you". I know It's not gonna happen. Still we keep hoping for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite now, I am neither hurt nor happy, but still feel something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5466391897858471126?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5466391897858471126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5466391897858471126' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5466391897858471126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5466391897858471126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/ShacueBc9sI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Y4qAfvjNktk/s72-c/Miss+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3818677571158184974</id><published>2009-05-19T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:16:43.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/ShKyDXep-GI/AAAAAAAAAgc/lNCehjp2sfI/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/ShKyDXep-GI/AAAAAAAAAgc/lNCehjp2sfI/s320/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337524279299405922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am feeling very happy today. You must be wondering why? Actually my best friend came to see me in my office. I know it's not a big deal as compared to what he has done for me in past 7-8 years. Tolerated my impatient behavior, supported through my thick and thins, always motivated me to do better and achieve whatever I wanted to and much more which I can't explain on this Blog. He came here just to see me as our work schedules don't allow us to meet otherwise. Though I was telling him not to come as we can not meet our friends in office for more than 10-15 minutes. But he took all the pain to come and see me. And now I am feeling that these small efforts and things really matter a lot to make the bond more stronger. Feeling too good about it. At least a small change in my daily routine filled me with all the positive energy. And I am happy that I am blessed with so many wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3818677571158184974?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3818677571158184974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3818677571158184974' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3818677571158184974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3818677571158184974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/ShKyDXep-GI/AAAAAAAAAgc/lNCehjp2sfI/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1573985533348786680</id><published>2009-05-15T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:17:23.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Enjoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Sg14_ZwIesI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rdIOnx9pLNE/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Sg14_ZwIesI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rdIOnx9pLNE/s200/shopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336054164143766210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As they say Women love Make up and Shopping when they are depressed. This is true for me. Yesterday, I was feeling not so Good, went home, slept, woke up and listened to some of my favorite songs. Another hectic Day was ahead of me. So, to make it more interesting and refreshing, I decided to put my new dress, which I bought last weekend (that shopping was also done to cheer me up). So, finally I put the dress, put some make up and left for the Office. And see what, I was already feeling Gooood. Alps and Samy gave me nice complements. We clicked some picture and believe me Samy is a great photographer. So, we clicked some pics. People were giving nice complements and all this filled me with loads of positive energy and here I am now, happy, relaxed and working positively. So, Ladies, believe me it works!!! Do some changes, and feel good about it. After all, it's all about the inner contentment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, Happy Weekend :) Do lots of shopping, go out with friends and Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1573985533348786680?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1573985533348786680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1573985533348786680' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1573985533348786680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1573985533348786680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-they-say-women-love-make-up-and.html' title='Enjoying'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/Sg14_ZwIesI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rdIOnx9pLNE/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1982168480587225880</id><published>2009-05-14T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:20:12.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='position'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hike'/><title type='text'>I know, I deserve it :(</title><content type='html'>As always I am not happy with the things, as they are proceeding. Everybody is getting promotions but I am not. The more frustrating thing is I know I am better than them, but still they got it because they begged for it before me. Sorry, but I don't understand the concept, why don't seniors get into our shoes and feel our pain. Why we need to remind them, hey we need a promotion. Can't they see that we are doing good and this time we need to be on  a better position. I am really pissed off. Though I am not happy with my job profile, but I know I am giving my more than 100%, still not getting what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not in a mood to talk. Feeling very bad, talked to a friend, but could not explain him my pain ( As I don't prefer cribbing in front of everybody).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1982168480587225880?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1982168480587225880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1982168480587225880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1982168480587225880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1982168480587225880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-i-deserve-it.html' title='I know, I deserve it :('/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-8624020975302054222</id><published>2009-05-05T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:19:26.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hostel Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Still ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SgBD5ZYCeaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-kKcbEfHdPM/s1600-h/waiting+for+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SgBD5ZYCeaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-kKcbEfHdPM/s200/waiting+for+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332336612149983650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I stayed up till 2:30 a.m last night just to find out How these Guys (Ryan, Hari and Alok) managed to get their degree. Loved reading the novel: "Five Point Someone". Honestly, while reading the book, I missed my hostel days (which I always do anyways). Still thinking about my dream Boy "Ryan". Yup! after reading the complete Novel, I still love him, despite the fact that he was the lowest performer in his batch. So what? grades don't make you a better person in any manner. See Love is Blind. LOL. Yeah I am missing those characters, especially RYAN. Hope he exists somewhere, and if he reads this, please do let me know Buddy !!! As I am waiting for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-8624020975302054222?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/8624020975302054222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=8624020975302054222' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8624020975302054222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/8624020975302054222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-i-do.html' title='Still ....'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SgBD5ZYCeaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-kKcbEfHdPM/s72-c/waiting+for+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4972169525210165247</id><published>2009-04-29T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:26:03.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chetan Bhagat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I'm Loving It</title><content type='html'>So, here is the new interest of my life. He's keeping my mind occupied all the times. Yes, I love him. I just love him. Okay, Okay, enough of the Suspense. All of you must be wondering, who is he? and why all of a sudden, this Gal is talking in a strange manner?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, So, he is "Ryan". I love "Ryan". Yup ! I can say it as louder as I can. He is confident, good looking, fun-loving, a fitness freak like me and above all he's just like my Dream Man. The man I have been looking for since I understood the meaning of Love but not found yet. I know, I have had my own share of experiences with Guys, and dated some LOSERS, but they didn't have the potential to be called as "MY MAN". But As far as Ryan is concerned, he's the ULTIMATE person. May be not of your kinds, but he's the one I have been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know next question is how did I meet him. So here it goes, One of my Good Friend had given me this Novel: "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Five_Point_Someone_-_What_not_to_do_at_IIT"&gt;Five Point Someone&lt;/a&gt;" by &lt;a href="http://www.chetanbhagat.com/"&gt;Chetan Bhagat&lt;/a&gt;. And "Ryan" is one of the characters from the three main Guys of the Story. I hope I haven't disappointed you all. I know this is something really CRAZY. You must be wondering, how could anyone, fall in love with a character from a Novel. But, it is So. Ryan is just Awesome. He lives for the moment, loves his friends, holds his own opinion for situations. Though he's one of the under performers in his class, he has got that Grey matter to make things work. I really love this "Ryan" character. I don't know, whether I would ever find a Guy like him but yes, one thing I am sure about is that he's just like my "Dream Man". He's my Hero these days (Even I believe in living for the Moment). I have just read half of the Novel, but I am enjoying exploring more about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4972169525210165247?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4972169525210165247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4972169525210165247' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4972169525210165247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4972169525210165247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m Loving It'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-7230810344263044909</id><published>2009-04-22T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:26:29.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulgar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><title type='text'>Social Networking Websites: Big NO for me</title><content type='html'>As always, a question is popping again and again in my mind and now it's the time to throw it out of my system (As I always do). At this point of time, I can say that I don't believe in making new friends. My old friends are enough to make me laugh or share a thought whenever I need them, they are there for me. To be more precise I don't put effort to make friends now, according to me it should be a natural thing. If I find someone whose intellect matches with mine, he/she is most welcome but I don't have time for nonscence talkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things got a bit boring for past few weeks. After almost two years of single hood, I got bored living the same life daily. Get up early in the morning, do some excersice, get ready for office, work hard, achieve targets, get back to the home and then go to sleep. I wanted some change. So, as suggested by a good friend of mine, I joined a social networking site in hope of finding a great friend. But, my illusion broke in a few days and I came to the conclusion, that finding a real friend in a virtual world (on internet) is difficult. From my experience, I feel, people use such websites just for the sake of having fun or to discuss stuff which they don't have guts to share with somebody face to face. They just want to talk dirty and if you don't do that they'll tell that you are not open minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really pissed off. C'mon people, wake up. We are in 21th century. I can very well discuss sex and other things openly. But the discussion should be healthy not the cheap stuff. Like if someone is my close friend (no matter girl or boy) and we are having a healthy discussion on some very personal. I won't mind sharing my thought with them, but discussing things on social networking websites that too when you don't know the other person's frame of mind is a big NO for me at least. If people are that desperate, I would suggest go and watch a porno and help the website owners generate some business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was not a great experience for me, so I would stick to what I believe in. Making friends in real world not in the virtual world. Though the virtual world seems to be more attractive, but I love to be in the real world and want to live with real people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/180/EC214CC7C1F291969DADC9F15657E250.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-7230810344263044909?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/7230810344263044909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=7230810344263044909' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7230810344263044909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/7230810344263044909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/04/social-networking-website-big-no-for-me.html' title='Social Networking Websites: Big NO for me'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3997005385026538500</id><published>2009-04-17T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:57:06.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Refresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Weekend Fever</title><content type='html'>So, as always weekend fever started since 5pm. After compiling all the tasks, making reports, I didn't feel like working at all. Though 5 more hours were left, I didn't bothered to do any task (there were no urgent tasks assigned, so not feeling guilty for that). Surfed internet, read blogs, posted comments, visited a new Social Networking website. Nothing could help me to bring me back to the Pavilion. Now, it's already 9:3o pm. Just half an hour to go. I'm here writing a Blog post :) and looking forward to a great, rejuvenating weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3997005385026538500?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3997005385026538500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3997005385026538500' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3997005385026538500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3997005385026538500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-fever.html' title='Weekend Fever'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3827830338432322059</id><published>2009-04-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:26:07.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Flowing with the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SecxKOy0IgI/AAAAAAAAAek/vxAg1zx3m0U/s1600-h/Wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SecxKOy0IgI/AAAAAAAAAek/vxAg1zx3m0U/s320/Wind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325279136228581890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Guzari hui zindagi ko yaad na kar , taqdeer me jo likha hai tu uski fariyad na kar. Jo hoga wo hokar rahega, tu fikar me uski apni hansi barbaad na kar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read these line on one of my friends Blog and went back in my past when I had much more to worry about. Friends to fight with, boyfriend to hang around with, the enthusiasm to explore life kept me busy and entertained. But the scenario has changed now in past few couple of years. I got the job, came out of a miserable relationship, made new friends, achieved many things which I ever dream of. Though a lot is happening around me these days, I feel freezed sometimes. No emotions, no strings attached, nothing to expect, monotonous routine have made me a bit mechanical. I don't complain, as it makes me feel miserable. So, just flowing with the time. Don't know where it would take me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3827830338432322059?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3827830338432322059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3827830338432322059' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3827830338432322059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3827830338432322059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowing-with-time.html' title='Flowing with the Time'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SecxKOy0IgI/AAAAAAAAAek/vxAg1zx3m0U/s72-c/Wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3155163630524482355</id><published>2009-04-14T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:57:50.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Tired of Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SeSybezgCZI/AAAAAAAAAec/ozk6ujIDgqs/s1600-h/Techno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SeSybezgCZI/AAAAAAAAAec/ozk6ujIDgqs/s400/Techno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324576844654053778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, after so many days of fighting with technology, I am here to bitch about it. Really, this weekend my "personal computer" left me exhausted and frustrated. I spent my complete two days on that machine (which I could have used better by watching a good romantic movie)   just to access my personal mails. Sometimes, I really feel pity for us: "the corporate sluts" who have become soooo addicted to the world wide web that we can't remain away from it for long. Anyways, as we are not allowed to access our personal mails and other social networking website at our workplace, we are dependent on our pc's or the internet cafes for them. Sometimes I really crave to chat with my old friends on Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the story begins like this. As I had promised to one of my friends that I'll chat with her on Saturday morning, I wind up all my personal stuff fast and got in front of the p.c. sharp at 11 am. But the internet was not working. Unplugged wires, replugged them, restarted my p.c. and after all the efforts of 20 minutes, thank god the internet started working. Me and my friend were in between of an interesting conversation, again "Mr. I" got disconnected. I called up the customer care Executives 10 times, but they could not solve my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had been facing this problem for long, I decided to take a new connection. I called up a friend, and he suggested me that I can take it from my Mobile. O.k., then I called up my service provider, collected all the information and felt a bit relieved that finally I will have access to a better internet connection. They asked me they'll arrange a call back for me on Sunday, so that I can set a connection in my p.c. Now, came the Sunday morning, the fight with technology started again from 10 am. After 10-15 calls, the connection could not be set. Because there was some software up gradation needed in the system. Hell! NO They have started the connection, but I can not use it, just because some settings could not be done. It left me feeling more tired and exhausted. O.M.G. What to do now? Only one thing came to my mind, to hell with this computer, mobile and internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally I went to one of the internet cafes and checked all my mails and informed my friend that internet was not working that day. Anyways, felt a bit relieved after that, but still wondering would I be able to cope up with this fast growing technology?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3155163630524482355?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3155163630524482355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3155163630524482355' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3155163630524482355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3155163630524482355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-of-technology.html' title='Tired of Technology'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SeSybezgCZI/AAAAAAAAAec/ozk6ujIDgqs/s72-c/Techno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1702430323400385386</id><published>2009-04-07T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:01:24.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner Voice'/><title type='text'>Yup! You have got the Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SdsyNhxkDuI/AAAAAAAAAds/pobIOo-O0Ls/s1600-h/voice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SdsyNhxkDuI/AAAAAAAAAds/pobIOo-O0Ls/s200/voice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321902592654315234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we grow up we learn to speak, to behave properly and other stuff. Though our parents and siblings play an important role in shaping our attitude, friends also leave you with some great experiences and lessons. This reminds me of my very good friend. Yup! You guessed it right that’s my Ex. He always used to say that he always listens to his heart and advised me the same thing. But I never understood his point that time (may be I was too young to understand that). Anyways, breaking off with him made me mature in few days only. Pain inside me compelled me to do self analysis that why did I failed to judge the person. Though everything was clear and right in front of my eyes, but may be I was not ready and willing to see that. And after few days of recovering from my so called precious relationship, I realized that my heart was warning me all the time, but I was the one who was ignoring it just to chase the temporary contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY REALIZATION! Better be late than never. Finally I have started listening to my heart. I live on my own terms. That doesn’t mean that I don’t adjust with people, but yes I have set my priorities and come what may, I am not gonna compromise them for anybody. That’s what I suggest to my friends now. Listen to your heart. You need not to search God for everything. He’s there in your heart guiding you every moment. You just have to start listening to that Inner voice coming out of your own Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1702430323400385386?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1702430323400385386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1702430323400385386' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1702430323400385386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1702430323400385386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/04/yup-you-have-got-power.html' title='Yup! You have got the Power'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SdsyNhxkDuI/AAAAAAAAAds/pobIOo-O0Ls/s72-c/voice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-273451895539562840</id><published>2009-04-02T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:21:38.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irritation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helpless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rude'/><title type='text'>Not in a Mood ...</title><content type='html'>Sooo.... It had been a bad day. I had a serious argument with one of colleagues. I know I was a bit rude, but people need to be shown their place otherwise they think as if you are a dumb Ass. As I rarely fight or argue with people, that argument really affected my whole work. I didn't feel like working at all after that and felt like quitting the job. Oh god Why we feel so helpless sometimes. I know in this scenario, I can't leave the job until I find a new one. But really upset about it. Just want to control my anger and stay calm. Thank God I have few wonderful and caring friends over here who are there to lend an ear to my problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-273451895539562840?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/273451895539562840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=273451895539562840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/273451895539562840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/273451895539562840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-in-mood.html' title='Not in a Mood ...'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-3025143515451820751</id><published>2009-04-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:56:09.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Your Own Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SdOOgsBsJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcE/miroobGEbtY/s1600-h/shut+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SdOOgsBsJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcE/miroobGEbtY/s320/shut+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319752277079894002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... Finally I have time to write the post. With growing tensions of falling economy, people are working hard to save their Ass and so am I. After all, we can't put our bread and butter on stake. Anyways, one thing is really bothering me for past few days. Why people don't mind their own business. I mean we all love bitching and gossiping about something or the other and yes I admit that like every other girl I love bitching too. But I can't do it for 24*7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are more worried about other's lives than their own. Like youngsters always crib about why the other chick/chap is looking so hot, Why they are more popular among opposite sex or dating multiple guys/gals at the same time. Discussions like this are always interesting but to an extent only. Sorry to say but I am least bothered with other's lives. What they do, eat or like really never grab my attention. Frankly I am ok with everything or you can say I accept people for who they are. Yeah, I am a normal human being who doesn't like to judge people and neither I don't prefer others to judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own priorities, my carrier, family, loved ones for whom I rarely get time. So, instead of worrying about the irrelevant people, I'd love to share my special attention or time to those who love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to take it out. Feeling a bit relieved now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-3025143515451820751?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/3025143515451820751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=3025143515451820751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3025143515451820751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/3025143515451820751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/04/mind-your-own-business.html' title='Mind Your Own Business'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SdOOgsBsJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcE/miroobGEbtY/s72-c/shut+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4604744575405081263</id><published>2009-03-27T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T04:11:35.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pleasant'/><title type='text'>Want To Expand My Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/ScyxKLY2eAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/s6CU-2iW6vs/s1600-h/Freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/ScyxKLY2eAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/s6CU-2iW6vs/s320/Freedom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317820048431544322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weather is so lovely outside. Today I was not feeling like coming to work (this is not a new thing, I hardly feel like coming to work LOL:). So, on my way to office, looking outside the Cab's window I was feeling like get down there and then only and start walking and enjoy the weather (but could not do so). A rush of emotions in my heart is telling me to do lots of things. Like I want to ride a Scooty and go on my own to wherever I want, catch a good movie, eat something spicy, dance in Rain or just go for a stroll with my Mom. Sooooo ... Excited O.M.G. I think the Weekend Fever has started showing its Symptoms. And with this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;want to spread my Wings long and wide as possible as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4604744575405081263?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4604744575405081263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4604744575405081263' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4604744575405081263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4604744575405081263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/03/want-to-expand-my-wings.html' title='Want To Expand My Wings'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/ScyxKLY2eAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/s6CU-2iW6vs/s72-c/Freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-6501600910351247180</id><published>2009-03-20T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:20:26.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hostel Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excitement'/><title type='text'>Hostel Days - Memories for Life</title><content type='html'>As I always say and believe that Hostel Days (when I was doing my post graduation) have been fun and those were the best part of my life till now. We were 5 friends (girls only) like sisters and we were famous in the university with title "B.N.A.G.S.". Though many boys tried to get place in our group, we never allowed them to invade our comfort zone. They came, fade away and lost but "B.N.A.G.S." remained the same. We laughed, cried, fought, bitched about are respective boyfriends and a lot more. Those memories will always remain there in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us are married now and two are still single (enjoying life). Though we are not able to see each other regularly because of our respective jobs, family responsibilities and other things, the bond is still there and we hope it remain forever. Now one of my friend has come from London after 1 year and we all are looking forward to meet her tomorrow. We all are sooo.. excited, making plans, buying gifts. O.M.G. there is a lot to do. I hope, you too can feel the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Weekend to all of you. Enjoy :) and make sure to stay in touch with those who love and care for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-6501600910351247180?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/6501600910351247180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=6501600910351247180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6501600910351247180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6501600910351247180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hostel-days-memories-for-life.html' title='Hostel Days - Memories for Life'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5039587776579665756</id><published>2009-03-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:00:44.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disappointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economy Crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shrewd'/><title type='text'>Survival of the Fittest - We are actually living this</title><content type='html'>When I was in school, we used to have a lesson in our Science text books "Survival of the Fittest," I don't remember actually in which standard as it hardly matters. So, coming back to the main point. For past few days, this thought is popping into my mind that we are actually living the phrase "Survival of the Fittest" these days. All all of you must be aware of Economy Crisis these days, many employees have lost their jobs, some have committed suicide (Take the example of General Manager of Tata Consultancy), while others are looking for much safer options where they can work without worrying about being "FIRED". People are trying hard to save their ASS and doing all possible stuff to remain in the Rat Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instance I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like few days back, one of my friend was telling me that she went for an interview where she was not entertained just because she had asked for Big Package (obviously according to the recruiters). They were looking for some person whom they can pay less for the same job she was supposed to do there. Then after the whole conversation she came to know that the H.R. person just called her up to make sure that her Boss doesn't kick her out because she could not arrange for any candidate. But, in that whole episode who suffered? Obviously my friend, who went there by taking all the pains, spending money and devoted her complete one day (Time is money man). Anyways, this was one of the incidence where H.R. lady acted smart to save her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Instance No II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are buttering their bosses and back biting their colleagues just to make a good impression in their mentor's eyes (Back Biting, that is something which really hurts especially when it effects your carrier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its a strange feeling which I can not explain. All I can say, please GOD HELP US in these tough times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5039587776579665756?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5039587776579665756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5039587776579665756' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5039587776579665756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5039587776579665756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/03/survival-of-fittest-we-are-actually.html' title='Survival of the Fittest - We are actually living this'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1414421633460890019</id><published>2009-03-17T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:06:42.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggers'/><title type='text'>Tagging - Great Way to Widen your Network</title><content type='html'>Though I was thinking of doing this for past few days, today I have got the time to say thanks to my dear blogger friends &lt;a href="http://travelawait.blogspot.com/"&gt;A.K&lt;/a&gt;. and &lt;a href="http://very-me-priya.blogspot.com/"&gt;CutePriya&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me. It's a wonderful way to expand your network of blogger Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As every game has some rules, Tagging has too. Here are the rules on what we should do while Tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Put the link of the person who tagged you on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Write the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mention 6 things or habits of no real importance about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Tag 6 persons adding their links directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Alert the persons that you tagged them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have already done rule 1 and 2, I am jumping straight to rule 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6 things or habits of no real importance about Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I make good Coffee and Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Love to hang around with friends on Weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MTV Roadies is my favorite Show these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I walk in sleep sometimes (Scared... ha ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My post graduation days are the most special days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fourth rule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I nominate: &lt;a href="http://dailyblonde.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Daily Blonde&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tashastruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tasha&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sweet-salty-experiences.blogspot.com/"&gt;Virgo_The_Perfectionist&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.scandaloushousewife.net/"&gt;Scandalous Housewife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://quirkymon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Quirky Mon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://qmthelunatic.blogspot.com/"&gt;QM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now is the time to let them know that they have been tagged :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1414421633460890019?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1414421633460890019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1414421633460890019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1414421633460890019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1414421633460890019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagging-great-way-to-widen-your-network.html' title='Tagging - Great Way to Widen your Network'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-1725618638774738115</id><published>2009-03-13T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:28:47.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irritation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chivalry'/><title type='text'>Things that Really Irritate Me</title><content type='html'>As you grow older you have your own set of rules which you want to follow. But I have seen people around me who really don't care for what others would think. No courtesy or Chivalry left. But c'mon if you want others to respect your time and emotions, please do some effort to respect their time and sentiments as well. Here are some points which really irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who Fart loudly in public places (that's so irritating).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who discuss personal stuff on phone while sitting in group (see nobody is interested to know about what you cook, or how much your boy/gal loves you).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who take your things and don't return back (I have started saying NO to such people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who don't respond back to my messages or phone calls (at least have the courtesy to take out 2 minutes to inform if you are BUSY).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who take their partners for granted (You better deserve to be ditched).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late comers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add to this list if anything comes to my mind and would like to hear things that irritate you Guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-1725618638774738115?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/1725618638774738115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=1725618638774738115' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1725618638774738115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/1725618638774738115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-really-irritate-me.html' title='Things that Really Irritate Me'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-4051690729902054724</id><published>2009-03-12T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:12:31.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singlehood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Benefits of Singlehood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SbkmBG-FN3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/udHkv_QcK_0/s1600-h/Singles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SbkmBG-FN3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/udHkv_QcK_0/s400/Singles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312319035952936818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my friend is sad these days because of her recent break up. So, I was just thinking why do we need guys? Can't we enjoy life on our own? Yes, we can. I know how it feels to be in a relationship, and then come out of it. A lot of pain and memories are involved. But we can keep ourselves happy by looking at the brighter side of the Singlehood. Like I have some points which can make you feel good if you are one of those singles who have broken off with their partners or still have not found their dream mate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are free and independent. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't have to wait for those phone calls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Tensions and Tears. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can concentrate in your Work or studies. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can date as many guys/gals without feeling guilty. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need not to put an artificial mask to be good in any body's eyes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can try different things without thinking much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading this if any good point comes to your mind, Please add to this list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-4051690729902054724?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/4051690729902054724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=4051690729902054724' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4051690729902054724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/4051690729902054724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/03/benefits-of-singlehood.html' title='Benefits of Singlehood'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SbkmBG-FN3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/udHkv_QcK_0/s72-c/Singles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-5844036229580384817</id><published>2009-03-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:09:25.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungry'/><title type='text'>It had been a looooooooong tiring Day.</title><content type='html'>Sooo. It had been a looooooooong tiring Day. Our Shift has changed from 8 to 9 hours that too from afternoon to the evening shift. As you know how we all feel in the evening. DROWSY is the answer. So, I came to office, completed all my work here I am winding up my day with this post. My legs are paining like anything. Don't know why? Because of this changed work schedule, I suppose. Feeling sooooo..tired and hungry Waiting for the dinner to be served. I hope they have something good and spicy to tingle our taste buds and raise our energy levels. Ok see you all tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-5844036229580384817?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/5844036229580384817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=5844036229580384817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5844036229580384817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/5844036229580384817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-had-been-looooooooong-tiring-day.html' title='It had been a looooooooong tiring Day.'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658758818660341209.post-6881100190856149188</id><published>2009-03-05T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:17:00.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Women&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Happy Women's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SbDNfkt8fAI/AAAAAAAAAao/Q_IrVfhCSv4/s1600-h/Woman%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SbDNfkt8fAI/AAAAAAAAAao/Q_IrVfhCSv4/s320/Woman%27s+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309969902985837570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I might be out of town for next couple of Days. Here I am wishing Happy Woman's Day to all the women in my life - friends, distant friends, and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy International Women's Day! Ladies let's make this world a better place each and every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Never ever lose your Self Respect and Dignity for anyone at any COST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8658758818660341209-6881100190856149188?l=moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/feeds/6881100190856149188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8658758818660341209&amp;postID=6881100190856149188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6881100190856149188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8658758818660341209/posts/default/6881100190856149188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-i-might-be-out-of-town-for-next.html' title='Happy Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14885218484468782750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrir9Y23Q6s/Tx6dYt2KVQI/AAAAAAAABjY/bFsgsAo1pAU/s220/anu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7OnuX33tQs8/SbDNfkt8fAI/AAAAAAAAAao/Q_IrVfhCSv4/s72-c/Woman%27s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
