<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981</id><updated>2012-01-30T06:05:05.242+05:30</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='Humanity'/><category term='underpaid'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='auto'/><category term='client'/><category term='funny'/><category term='talking'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Butterfly'/><category term='suck'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='fun.'/><category term='Good'/><category term='customers'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Unhappy'/><category term='cheat'/><category term='Dragon'/><category term='moods'/><category term='Sari'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='Himachal'/><category term='travel'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='job'/><category term='DOVE'/><category term='Busy'/><category term='unsafe'/><category term='LinkedIn'/><category term='family'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='beauty products'/><category term='Lazy'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='UBC'/><category term='Itch'/><category term='vodafone suck'/><category term='vodafone'/><category term='work'/><category term='India'/><category term='salsa'/><category term='friends'/><category term='romance'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='office'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='bad'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='brands'/><category term='customer service'/><category term='Real Juice'/><category term='Fish'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='pragnancy'/><category term='toilet'/><category term='Ultrasound'/><category term='life'/><category term='Smile'/><category term='Loo'/><category term='Arcelor Mittal'/><category term='PR 2.0'/><category term='PR'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Aquarium'/><category term='Love'/><category term='search'/><category term='journalists'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='Dabur'/><category term='Gold Fish'/><category term='kicking'/><category term='social media'/><category term='Jaipur'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='movements'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Second Life'/><title type='text'>Butterfly Feelings!</title><subtitle type='html'>Wandering thoughts, random thoughts, small and big emotions, wonderful joy and lonesome sadness - all our butterfly feelings make our lives so worthwhile and sensible</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5525074749988806024</id><published>2011-12-15T15:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:27:45.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><title type='text'>Daily battle between GOOD and BAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder who decides Good and what is Bad? Shouldn’t all the things that make you happy be put in the ‘GOOD’ category? Well, then what if, punching someone in face makes me happy. Ofcourse, it can’t be considered GOOD. Okay, so how about something which makes me happy and doesn’t hurt anyone, as long as people don’t get to know about it, can it be considered GOOD?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686291872985462546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oVpd0jM1MI/TunEVMp9NxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/4kudiJd2d3E/s320/bella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or should I say, is it okay to lie to your loved ones because you don’t want to hurt them, because you know your action are going to hurt them badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you will think, why do something which you know will hurt your loved ones, anyway? But I ask you, cross your heart and tell me honestly, is it easy to refuse happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it going for those secret shopping trips or meeting friends anything?&lt;br /&gt;But my question is how far can you go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5525074749988806024?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5525074749988806024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5525074749988806024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5525074749988806024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5525074749988806024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/daily-battle-between-good-and-bad.html' title='Daily battle between GOOD and BAD'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oVpd0jM1MI/TunEVMp9NxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/4kudiJd2d3E/s72-c/bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6985716304280209451</id><published>2011-11-09T12:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:51:06.933+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ofcourse! she loves me the most :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, my hubby really spoils our daughter and keeps telling her that he loves her the most. Infact, he keeps asking her : who do you love the most and then answers himself boastfully, “&lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt;”; while the little one just sit there thinking, so now, how do I put some sense in his big head!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the point; the point is her first sentence, which was a couple of weeks back, was: Daddy… DHoo (read: go) away! Tada! So much for who do you love the most! bhooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ofcouse, she loves her Mummy dear the most, and that is incontestable, Darling. Wohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6985716304280209451?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6985716304280209451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6985716304280209451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6985716304280209451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6985716304280209451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/ofcourse-she-loves-me-most.html' title='Ofcourse! she loves me the most :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8951653113633103618</id><published>2011-10-21T11:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:00:11.127+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Winter is making me romantic – for the first time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I loved driving to office, looking at the blurry sky, beautifully but naturally shaped trees, and above all maddening Delhi traffic jam, all this ignited and brought to life that dead romance in me. Oh yes, I can be romantic, atleast when I’m alone driving and trying my best not to be late to office, like yesterday or day before for that matter like every other damn day, and honking and sneering at fellow drivers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, the point is that I was feeling so romantic, so romantic that I wrote an email to one of the authors telling him, that I plan to read his book, so what if I take a year or two to do that. What matters is that I have taken an oath to read it ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to be in romantic mood all day long today, so you may hear stories of a girl going about planting kissing on every one’s cheek, everyone within 200 meters. 200 meters because people are so scared of grumpy me that they are shit scared of coming within a dart range, poor bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, im not gonna let my anger get the best of me, not today, no chance- here to romantic girl on the block -woohoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-8951653113633103618?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8951653113633103618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8951653113633103618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8951653113633103618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8951653113633103618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/winter-is-making-me-romantic-for-first.html' title='Winter is making me romantic – for the first time!!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2469635095666893091</id><published>2011-10-05T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:04:09.498+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ahh Silly Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I think, I am done with this world! I am done with everyone. Done letting people make me feel bad, crash my confidence, treat me like shit, and all of that. They say in hindsight everyone is wiser, but me, ohh silly me, just defy all this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This is all because of me, because I gave you right to make me feel and treat like shit. Make me feel like committing suicide.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cut my veins or consume cup full of pills or jump in Yamuna, and die a dog’s death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But the thought is over, and I am still alive, writing this. Sorry I have failed you, because I did not cry myself horse, so what if I was teary eyes- you could not have seen me from 1500 miles away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I am instead going to go someplace calm, nice place and just think, if all this is worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Darling- I am going to change, but not for you this time …for ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-2469635095666893091?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2469635095666893091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2469635095666893091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2469635095666893091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2469635095666893091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/ahh-silly-me.html' title='Ahh Silly Me!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3138350269882093271</id><published>2011-09-20T10:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:16:27.793+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsafe'/><title type='text'>Adventure…could have been better, though!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok; so the other day I went out for a friend’s birthday party. And as expected of me; I lost my way back home…oh in fact I lost my way to the parking- where I had parked my car- to start with :-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654312163888209986" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYVYdFNoGwk/Tngm9Im6IEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wc3Qis8QnH4/s320/bella-driving.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 124px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 139px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I asked all the autowalas, within my sight, for direction(s). I think, this gave a chance to two college going guys to do their bit of social work for the day. So these, Pseudo- Heroes, started stalking me. Only that they chased wrong girl- Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for thrills I press the accelerator flat, but then these stunt-men matched my speed, mark you, &lt;strong&gt;MY SPEED&lt;/strong&gt;! Anyway when I have had enough of their nonsense, I took out my knockout- pepper spray and pointed it to them. Then I dialed a number on the phone, and pretended that I am talking to police, and started franticly gesticulating towards them. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I scared then off and but I missed not being able to blind them with spray.:'( Tell you; they lacked the sports- spirit for that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- I am reading how to castrate a bull at present! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3138350269882093271?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3138350269882093271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3138350269882093271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3138350269882093271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3138350269882093271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok-so-other-day-i-went-out-for-friends.html' title='Adventure…could have been better, though!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYVYdFNoGwk/Tngm9Im6IEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wc3Qis8QnH4/s72-c/bella-driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1967934507267349390</id><published>2011-09-13T11:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-13T11:30:39.255+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Dont Mess With Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;First week at new office -you know how boring first week usually is- if you know what I mean. You have to be at your best, it is worse than first week of your marriage. Where you still have a chance to &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;chide your husband in private ;-). Anyway, here in fact I am not feeling even a bit bored. Instead I am happy that I am away from that blighted soul (at earlier office)- where I had to constantly work on my will and somehow keep myself from the impulse and strong desire of bunging my Blackberry handset at him at a speed of 200km/h &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbolfont-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651719661535867186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEMSsXzzY4U/Tm7xFovvsTI/AAAAAAAAAno/HUchbtpsxt8/s320/bella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;But you know every place or office has its own, well-reputed, blighter(s). But trust me, if this time, forget about messing up with me, some irritant tries to say &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;even ‘&lt;strong&gt;HI&lt;/strong&gt;’ to me they are in for fractured ribs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Geee…I can be a real devil sat times. Now I have scared myself too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1967934507267349390?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1967934507267349390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1967934507267349390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1967934507267349390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1967934507267349390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-mess-with-me.html' title='Dont Mess With Me!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEMSsXzzY4U/Tm7xFovvsTI/AAAAAAAAAno/HUchbtpsxt8/s72-c/bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4819787543988886941</id><published>2011-07-21T15:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:07:59.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why everything has a conditionality clause!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snwT8wrrZYM/TigBf7j_BTI/AAAAAAAAAng/yYKJxvYOMEQ/s1600/anger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snwT8wrrZYM/TigBf7j_BTI/AAAAAAAAAng/yYKJxvYOMEQ/s320/anger.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631752982103000370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Is It only me or there are other people out there too, who are yet to experience a thing in their life which comes without conditionality clause? If you need to be successful real fast in life, you got to switch off the fun button in life. If you want to have all the fun, then you either need to be rich or marry a rich guy ;-).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why can’t I just shun all my responsibilities in life and go live in Himalayas or go bag- packing around the country, for a month or two?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;But no, I can’t do all this….. Because this pathetic life has this wretched conditions … conditions… and more conditions about everything…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;So, all I can do it to sit on the chair and rant … ahhh…. And I can’t even use cuss words…. Another condition to be a good girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-4819787543988886941?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4819787543988886941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4819787543988886941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4819787543988886941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4819787543988886941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-everything-has-conditionality.html' title='Why everything has a conditionality clause!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snwT8wrrZYM/TigBf7j_BTI/AAAAAAAAAng/yYKJxvYOMEQ/s72-c/anger.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3376391908523475810</id><published>2011-05-31T13:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-31T13:15:12.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vodafone suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vodafone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suck'/><title type='text'>Vodafone! Your customer care  services suck big time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have just changed my BB handset , so need to setup my outlook account on it, not that I’m too keen (coz I will be expected to respond to emails at midnight and as early as 7am… well expected duhhh ;-)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;). So anyway, I have been calling Vodafone customer care since yesterday noon for this. Now I am more than 24 hours and 10s of calls away, still waiting for a mighty password, they are not ready to part with. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTb-kk_mbuVZDjyYdTYFJlLAwmMApkW6KRn6NbP7cT-xUxAAWI8" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vodafone, for sure, does know how to snatch away the light and humor from otherwise fairly nice woman. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate you Vodafone….. all you cute looking zoozoos…… you guys are big lie…… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vodafone !&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get ready to lose Rs.1400 a month from your once loyal customer…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Long live ….. MNP…. And all you other service providers get ready to woo a new customer, which you will surely win &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3376391908523475810?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3376391908523475810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3376391908523475810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3376391908523475810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3376391908523475810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/vodafone-your-customer-care-suck-big.html' title='Vodafone! Your customer care  services suck big time'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8219426732590293402</id><published>2010-12-03T17:50:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:32:40.096+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='client'/><title type='text'>keep your promises guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your sitting in a five star hotel, facing your client and fidgeting with your cell phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Journalist had promised you that he is going to be there. You checked five minutes back and he confirmed that he is on this way;  just in front of the hotel. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;coming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another call : &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes yes i am coming&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;one more  call after 15 minutes -  his phone is switched off or not taking your calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boom.... he has just turned turtle at eleventh hour . He is not coming ...  :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;How many times this has happened with you in your PR career? I am sure,  must have happened at least once. I think, they say many things just to play along,but, why bother doing that. Why not tell us that he are not interested in a meeting or doing certain story? Is it because that we PR people do not take no for an answer and keep on pestering a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;journalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;, until  he says yes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, whatever is the reason; i cant put with the shindy my client is going to kick up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-8219426732590293402?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8219426732590293402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8219426732590293402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8219426732590293402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8219426732590293402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/12/keep-your-promises-guys.html' title='keep your promises guys!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1088587271355263849</id><published>2010-08-30T15:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:01:07.797+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Curse you Cricket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THuILHa9fjI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CmLxkSa1_ME/s1600/cricket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THuILHa9fjI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CmLxkSa1_ME/s320/cricket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511148293570002482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unable to understand people’s obsession with cricket. Having grown up in a cricket crazy family i sometimes hate this game more than my ill fitting dresses. I still painfully remember how because of this loathsome game my brother and dad would take possession of our only TV set. Okay, i admit,  i had a teeny weeny  crush on Jadeja but then he was given the sack. So, my only reason to watch this game was snatched away from me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this sudden rant about cricket?? Because,  i am still suffering from my dad’s cricket mania. Even though i am married, thankfully not to a cricket enthusiast, dad keeps on calling me to brief me not only about  india’a match or how india is doing in particular series but about anything on cricket. He calls me to discuss about Pakistan’s alleged match fixing thing. When will he ever understand his daughter doesn’t as much as know the names of our (Indian) team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I know,  i am going to get good piece  of mind if he ever come to know about this post. &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/5637778530785161981-1088587271355263849?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1088587271355263849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1088587271355263849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1088587271355263849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1088587271355263849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/curse-you-cricket.html' title='Curse you Cricket'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THuILHa9fjI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CmLxkSa1_ME/s72-c/cricket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3562235224328107864</id><published>2010-08-28T13:39:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:47:12.481+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty products'/><title type='text'>Stop Fooling- Fashion and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THjE7sZ2QsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Jb5-GpVtG_s/s1600/abc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THjE7sZ2QsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Jb5-GpVtG_s/s320/abc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510370673898701506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Came to know about this "great" website from my sis in law, bidya, &lt;a href="http://www.fashionandyou.com/fashionandyou-client-http-shop/shop"&gt;Fashion and You&lt;/a&gt;. The site offers great discount on products when there is none going on the same product in the market. So, we  were delighted to buy nice fashion products at huge discounts until we came to know  about their sinister plan against poor us.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that Fashion and you is fooling us. They price some of the products at as low as rs.11. We tried so many times but every time this rs.11 thing is always sold out. One of Bidya's friends got so tired of this trick of theirs that she called on the number given on their website and inquired, "how come the product you label at Rs.11 is always sold out? No matter how many times i check this website i am always a few seconds late to make my big buy? Well the answer was not very enlightening. How can they say- hey girl that is the hook we use to get people like you to log on to our website. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we will keep on trying to buy something at Rs.11. let’s see if Fashion and You will make that happen. But as i always say nothing can kill a girl's love for shopping not even some  deceiving  tricks buy friggning websites &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/5637778530785161981-3562235224328107864?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3562235224328107864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3562235224328107864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3562235224328107864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3562235224328107864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/came-to-know-about-this-great-website.html' title='Stop Fooling- Fashion and You'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THjE7sZ2QsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Jb5-GpVtG_s/s72-c/abc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5185861303698463913</id><published>2010-08-27T14:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:37:38.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Ah- I'm a MOM Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THeAD6H-DKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/42eQ5W9Y-qw/s1600/Gema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THeAD6H-DKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/42eQ5W9Y-qw/s320/Gema.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510013473741737122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been pretty long since i have not written to you dear blog. I m sorry for keeping my life secret from you;you know I am happy to be a mom, most of the times, but you know it is little difficult to get used to run around someone all the time try to understand what my child wants when her vocabulary is limited to DADA . Plus i don’t have right on a minute of my time anymore :(. it is difficult but at the same time there is a great satisfying feeling in raising someone who is a part of me. So the love is unconditional. I know it sounds like cliché but unconditional love gives greatest satisfaction and pleasure better than having a shot of ecstasy (no i have never tried it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;All in all my decision of having a child so early in our marriage, while my husband wanted to wait for another four years, was not that wrong. i am not like this. don’t you? :D. But as you are about to know i have become a mom now (mixed feelings). So i was busy looking after my little one. She is almost eleven months old and already a handful. phewwww. anyway i am going to be regular again going to share my feelings, happiness, vent my anger here and little bit of gossiping as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5185861303698463913?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5185861303698463913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5185861303698463913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5185861303698463913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5185861303698463913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-im-mom-now.html' title='Ah- I&apos;m a MOM Now'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THeAD6H-DKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/42eQ5W9Y-qw/s72-c/Gema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5911148147411053519</id><published>2009-07-27T15:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:25:26.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>wow..i've completed 29 weeks</title><content type='html'>It’s great feeling that I have completed 29 weeks just 11 more weeks to go. At times I used to feel that I am going to be pregnant for eternity. But now as I have completed 2/3 of the time; I’m cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby has been moving and kicking a lot. Sometimes it feels funny how something inside your bump keeps moving… it’s little creepy too. It makes me think about all those movies where some evil thing gets inside your skin and starts moving. But, I know, I am being ridiculous. It is my baby inside me and can’t wait to see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5911148147411053519?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5911148147411053519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5911148147411053519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5911148147411053519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5911148147411053519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/wowi-completed-29-weeks.html' title='wow..i&amp;#39;ve completed 29 weeks'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1199845102505867665</id><published>2009-06-17T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:25:26.545+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kicking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy at 23rd week and all that</title><content type='html'>I have not been able to write for a long time, because I  was busy working and coping with early stages of pregnancy. But now I have complete 5 months and planning to take a sabbatical from next month. Therefore, now I will have plenty for time for my self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well pregnancy at six months: I feel good, no more mood swigs or nausea. But yes, now- a-days I have this unbearable itchiness from neck down till stomach. It is so agonizing that I wake up at night and start scratching like a dog. My doctor has recommended Lotus coco butter moisturizer but it’s of no help. I have been applying all type of oils such as coconut, olive, almond but nothing seems to work. I have tried applying different talcum powder also but as I said nothing works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, surprisingly, from yesterday onwards (till 12:54 today) i am not having this irritating itching problem. I have used some prickly heat talcum. I wish it works as I’m tired of behaving like an animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from itching everything is perfect. The baby has started kicking and I have been playing Mozart for her. As I have read somewhere that yet-to-be born babies love Mozart. But I tell you, I was damn difficult to find a Mozart CD in Delhi. We looked in Connaught place, South Ex and finally got just one CD in Anasal Plaza, PlaneM. Anyway, my baby is so far not reacting to any music; however we are hopeful that she soon will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1199845102505867665?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1199845102505867665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1199845102505867665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1199845102505867665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1199845102505867665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/pregnancy-at-23rd-week-and-all-that.html' title='Pregnancy at 23rd week and all that'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7392323386866375334</id><published>2009-04-24T18:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:25:26.561+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>My Tiny Bragger</title><content type='html'>I had got my ultrasound done at 12 weeks. The baby was so tiny back then, some two inches long. She was floating like a fish in the water. We, my husband and I, watched her for two minutes and during those minutes she did so many tricks. It was, as if, she new her parents are watching her so she should show off her skills :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw her stretching, crossing legs, and then she put her tiny hand on her knee but after a while she turned her back on us. May be she got bored of all this :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am excitingly looking forwarded to see her in next ultrasound. I am sure she will be a lot bigger and would know lot more stuff to show off:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-7392323386866375334?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7392323386866375334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7392323386866375334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7392323386866375334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7392323386866375334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-tiny-bragger.html' title='My Tiny Bragger'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6443293839664997047</id><published>2009-04-23T13:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:25:26.578+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pragnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>I'm 15 Weeks Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBHAWNA%7E1.SHA%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"MS Mincho"; 	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-alt:"Arial Unicode MS"; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@MS Mincho"; 	panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I have been thinking from a long time to start a mommy’s blog. Well, now I am 15 weeks pregnant so I though should not delay my decision to start blog any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now-a-days, i am reading a lot on pregnancy and the baby’s development. Yesterday I read that at 15 weeks the mom-to-be can also feel the baby kicking inside. Since then I am waiting my daughter, oh, yes I wish to have a daughter, to kick. Just five minutes back I felt a rumble in my stomach wonder if the baby did a back flip or was it my stomach grumbling. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6443293839664997047?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6443293839664997047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6443293839664997047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6443293839664997047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6443293839664997047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-15-weeks-pregnant.html' title='I&amp;#39;m 15 Weeks Pregnant'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-146241375349207966</id><published>2009-03-03T11:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:43:45.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dabur'/><title type='text'>I hate  Dabur Real Juice</title><content type='html'>I don't like Dabur Real juices. They are very sweet. I have tried orange, Litchi Nectar, Mix Juice and Guava but they all are sickly sweet. Why does Dabur has to add so much sugar to all it's juices?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-146241375349207966?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/146241375349207966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=146241375349207966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/146241375349207966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/146241375349207966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-dabur-real-juice.html' title='I hate  Dabur Real Juice'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8140052271075646647</id><published>2008-12-30T11:34:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:53:07.634+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Himachal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I Had Three Weddings in Nine Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVnB0mH8-vI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/C9r2_kG5iUM/s1600-h/himachaliwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVnB0mH8-vI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/C9r2_kG5iUM/s200/himachaliwedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285468747027249906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVm-x9e2c_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/0qtl-_b1ME4/s1600-h/manipuri-wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVm-x9e2c_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/0qtl-_b1ME4/s200/manipuri-wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285465403222815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, no i am not exaggerating, i really have had three wedding in last nine months. of course with the same guy. :) He is the cutest person and i love him the most so why look for different guys for every time i got married.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Our first wedding was in April.11. 2008 - The Court marriage. Then we had a Himachali wedding, Nov.24.08, according the rituals of Himachal(my home town, followed by wedding by Manipuri costumes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, Dec.14.08, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;( grooms hometown). I got the chance to wear two beautiful wedding dresses. ( for court marriage i wore simple suit) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Weddings were wonderful, now the only problem is which date should we celebrate our anniversary on?? &lt;/span&gt;:-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-8140052271075646647?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8140052271075646647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8140052271075646647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8140052271075646647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8140052271075646647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-three-weddings-in-nine-months.html' title='I Had Three Weddings in Nine Months!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVnB0mH8-vI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/C9r2_kG5iUM/s72-c/himachaliwedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4515604872852131985</id><published>2008-11-05T15:15:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:31:54.432+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Lehenga Shopping is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Finally I have shopped for Lehenga (Wedding dress). We went shopping in Chandani Chawk market, on Sunday, when the market was closed. But, still we managed to get a very pretty (that’s how I find it) Lehanga. :) It is in maroon color with green boarded and golden embroideries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs0NoHGwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pvqrw8KL9Og/s1600-h/bella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs0NoHGwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pvqrw8KL9Og/s320/bella.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265109083639716610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I even posed in all other Lehanga’s I tired on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs-W7yruI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RFK13ipf73Y/s1600-h/bella2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs-W7yruI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RFK13ipf73Y/s320/bella2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265109257936875234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs0NoHGwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pvqrw8KL9Og/s1600-h/bella.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFtbwgDwqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fH8RVIK6qD4/s1600-h/bella4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFtbwgDwqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fH8RVIK6qD4/s320/bella4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265109763016082082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFtTP84DaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Y6o6BQfrHgA/s1600-h/bella3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFtTP84DaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Y6o6BQfrHgA/s320/bella3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265109616839626146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I&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&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &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;Ohh, forgot to mention; the groom has also bought Sherwani :)&lt;/span&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/5637778530785161981-4515604872852131985?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4515604872852131985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4515604872852131985' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4515604872852131985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4515604872852131985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/lehenga-shopping-is-over.html' title='Lehenga Shopping is Over'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs0NoHGwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pvqrw8KL9Og/s72-c/bella.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6646930060391261544</id><published>2008-10-06T18:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:14:54.808+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Nothing can kill a girl's love for shopping :)</title><content type='html'>The whole weekend I was down with fever. But it failed to stop me from going out shopping. My husband gifted me a very pretty Mangalsutra, which I will start wearing after our marriage in Himachal, according to Himachali rituals.  Hey don’t get confused we are already married, we had our court marriage in April this year. But you know parents!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I even had to pop some medicine on our way home, which we took from the nearest chemist, and it almost knocked me off for the whole night. When I woke up in the morning I was hysterical. It was 10:30 am and I though its Monday.  But then my husband calmed me down and reminded me that it is only Sunday. It took me 5 minutes to believe him. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing can kill a girl’s love for shopping. On Sunday, too I went out shopping with mom. Though, I did not get a thing for my self and as Saturday i had to take medicine.( this time i took paracetamol)   &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we even celebrated dad’s birthday at 12 midnight.:) A day in advance! We all were thinking it is Oct. 7. :D, we made him cut the cake on 6th and even made him believe that his birthday is on 6th. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all my weekend was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-6646930060391261544?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6646930060391261544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6646930060391261544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6646930060391261544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6646930060391261544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-can-kill-girls-love-for.html' title='Nothing can kill a girl&apos;s love for shopping :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8720676883214913252</id><published>2008-10-03T13:06:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:59:28.783+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>And the Award  Goes to  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me and Krtik, my dance partner, were the only couple who messed all the salsa steps. We could not get a single step right. But still see how proudly my husband is making the video. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="346" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9258ec9a5a6803f3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9258ec9a5a6803f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23A254A55D15C50383C42676A17733E8AE33EFF.F18FA8D388F7AFA554D10E4775C4892112AC664%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9258ec9a5a6803f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdQVnSSMq-i8_mEF3__vWODRoo6g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="400" height="346" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9258ec9a5a6803f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23A254A55D15C50383C42676A17733E8AE33EFF.F18FA8D388F7AFA554D10E4775C4892112AC664%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9258ec9a5a6803f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdQVnSSMq-i8_mEF3__vWODRoo6g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;BTW, after watching my performance I decided to quit, for good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-8720676883214913252?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9258ec9a5a6803f3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8720676883214913252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8720676883214913252' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8720676883214913252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8720676883214913252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/salsa-or-something-else.html' title='And the Award  Goes to  :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4316769332959037625</id><published>2008-10-01T15:08:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:34:06.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><title type='text'>Clicked While being Tattooed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have just received more pictures, from my husband, of me being tattooed. I am uploading these here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONFp05YtdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2xrGg3hy32w/s1600-h/tatto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONFp05YtdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2xrGg3hy32w/s400/tatto.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252118175320421842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Also putting studio’s picture to give you guys some idea about Mike’s place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONK3KtUY5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/d-jHsiUBlJs/s1600-h/tattoo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONK3KtUY5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/d-jHsiUBlJs/s400/tattoo5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252123902071825298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONF7e0jEzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0fBxNXS3Pho/s1600-h/tattoo6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONF7e0jEzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0fBxNXS3Pho/s400/tattoo6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252118478632194866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Some more pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONGT-rIvcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/arrG71yOaZs/s1600-h/tattoo4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONGT-rIvcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/arrG71yOaZs/s400/tattoo4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252118899499515330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONGuuChyfI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1iHosm-dGVM/s1600-h/tattoo9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONGuuChyfI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1iHosm-dGVM/s400/tattoo9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252119358890691058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONHDuMrMPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/_h3Rze6nYXM/s1600-h/tattoo8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONHDuMrMPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/_h3Rze6nYXM/s400/tattoo8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252119719710503154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hope you liked these :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-4316769332959037625?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4316769332959037625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4316769332959037625' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4316769332959037625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4316769332959037625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/clicked-while-being-tattooed.html' title='Clicked While being Tattooed'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SONFp05YtdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2xrGg3hy32w/s72-c/tatto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5919091561546523974</id><published>2008-10-01T12:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:35:56.864+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LinkedIn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unhappy'/><title type='text'>LinkedIn Doesn’t Allow me to Accept Invitation: How Frustrating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SOMeE8yxJUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/77UGHMdu8jA/s1600-h/Linkedin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SOMeE8yxJUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/77UGHMdu8jA/s400/Linkedin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252074660831503682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can’t accept invitation on LinkedIn. It asks me for my password and when I provide the detail and hit enter, I am back on the same page! It just keeps asking me for password and don’t allow me to accept the invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, I can understand if I am not allowed to send invitation, but why on earth I can’t even accept one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5919091561546523974?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5919091561546523974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5919091561546523974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5919091561546523974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5919091561546523974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/linkedin-dont-allow-me-to-accept.html' title='LinkedIn Doesn’t Allow me to Accept Invitation: How Frustrating'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SOMeE8yxJUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/77UGHMdu8jA/s72-c/Linkedin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-913514191268514881</id><published>2008-09-30T16:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:32:49.330+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='client'/><title type='text'>Back from the Press Conference- Yawnnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SOIGPSOiAAI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dRLm9FVaTNs/s1600-h/bella.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251766975128010754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SOIGPSOiAAI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dRLm9FVaTNs/s400/bella.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just come back from a press conference (of a colleague’s client) and now I am dead tired. Well, media turn up was pleasing more than 50 media people came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I went to this press con, even though I am like a dead chicken now, because I have pitched my clients to a couple of the financial newspapers. The Economic Times, biggest financial paper, has agreed to have a telephonic interview with my client tomorrow and the business Standard has asked for more details.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I have also met many new journalists. Attending this conference and giving a helping hand to Shweta, my colleague, was successful and as I expected really fruitful. :-D&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to many such press conference. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-913514191268514881?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/913514191268514881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=913514191268514881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/913514191268514881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/913514191268514881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-from-press-conference-yawnnnn.html' title='Back from the Press Conference- Yawnnnn'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SOIGPSOiAAI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dRLm9FVaTNs/s72-c/bella.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8724707080619668712</id><published>2008-09-29T11:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:56:46.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquarium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Wohhoo Got a Dragon Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;I have got one more tattoo done over the weekend. I am not very happy with my first tattoo, and ever since I have got that, I wanted to get one more and, most probably, my last tattoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SOBzvUo_kjI/AAAAAAAAAco/yBTlAMeU6zM/s1600-h/bella-tattoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251324422345691698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SOBzvUo_kjI/AAAAAAAAAco/yBTlAMeU6zM/s200/bella-tattoo.JPG" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt; Well, it did not take me much effort to persuade my husband (Gawd! I love him). On Saturday we both went to Mike studio at CR Park. He has got a cool and hip studio. I like the way they have done their tattoo shop. They even have a big aquarium. Anyway, we were directed to these two guys, who looked as if they are on drugs and have not taken bath for ages (but may be that is their idea of being COOL).&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I did not have anything in mind but I was certain that I wanted to get it on my lower back and it should have my husband’s name. So, this guy showed us atleast a hundred pictures and after one hour of scrutinizing and discussion, I decided, I want a dragon, but, I did not like any of pictures they had. Though, I did like one of the picture, but only it body, not the face. So finally this guy, who trued out to be a graduate in fine arts, sketched the face and name which looks like as if flames are coming out of the dragon’s mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;They also put some cream to numb the area so that it does not pain, and he had to apply something else too to numb it during the process. I was very pleased with the professional attitude of this guy (read Ramesh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took him two and a half hour to do this job. But i dont mind, I really like my tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.- I don’t like the tattoo I have got from Devilz tattoo’s. That guy also lacks a professional attitude. Infact I had given him a call on Friday, as he was the only artist I knew till Friday, and know what, that jerk put me on the hold while has was chatting and laughing. Therefore, I cut the line, and though, Dude you just lost a business of INR 15000. Duhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-8724707080619668712?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8724707080619668712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8724707080619668712' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8724707080619668712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8724707080619668712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/wohhoo-got-dragon-tattoo.html' title='Wohhoo Got a Dragon Tattoo'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SOBzvUo_kjI/AAAAAAAAAco/yBTlAMeU6zM/s72-c/bella-tattoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2960125223252654208</id><published>2008-09-24T16:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:10:37.691+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='client'/><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;I made a record today! Today, first time in my life, I woke up at 4am (had to go to airport). Never ever before, even during final exams, I made such an effort. Yet, I went back to sleep at 5am, over slept, and reached office at 11am. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249550757715877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SNommdAJnMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/7CLrWrf4T94/s200/bella.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day at office had been good so far until this thing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a disagreement on an annul plan between my boss and the corporate communications lady and what is worst they both are talking to me instead of talking to each other. While my boss wants me put something in the plan the lady is asking to remove that thing entirely and put something else. My boss is bit flexible here and is okay if I incorporate the suggestion this lady is making.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t know who to please the corp. comm. or the boss, or shall I instead make two different plans and send each what they want. Actually it seems to be a nice idea! :)&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what I do finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh yeah one more of my fish has died today! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-2960125223252654208?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2960125223252654208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2960125223252654208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2960125223252654208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2960125223252654208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SNommdAJnMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/7CLrWrf4T94/s72-c/bella.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6247518303115346347</id><published>2008-09-20T12:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:41:58.450+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PR'/><title type='text'>Peeing Behavior of Some PR Agencies in India</title><content type='html'>I received this funny email from Sporshi. i liked it so much that i thought of putting it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Peeing Behavior of top PR agencies in India as observed by an unknown person in the loo during a PRCAI Summit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247698286294487346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SNORybMCUTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/O6qTzy-MRoQ/s200/loo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person walks into the loo...looking very uncomfortable..looks around and then runs out..he was spotted doing the same thing over and over again..till finally he ended up peeing in his pants...(employee of Vaishnavi - they are taught to hold on to their Pee as they can be needed anytime by the TATAs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A smartly dressed person walks in enquires if there is a special loo for IT consultants..getting no answer he looks around and then walks out looking disgusted and frowning on others who were using the loo...(employee of Text100 - they expect special treatment everywhere they go...he was later seen sleeping next to the commode..they usually get drunk and behave like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A person very casually walks in sees that all the urinals are taken..he walks to the basin and pees in that..(employee of the Hanmer &amp;amp; Partners)..they don't really care about how and where they do it..they take the brief and then somehow they do what they have been asked to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Two buddies walk in together joking and laughing about some new client they have conned..seeing that there is only one urinal available...they both decide to use the same urinal and pee together...(employees of Perfect Relations..they truly stand for team work and take pride in conning people)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A very formally dressed person walks into the loo..he opens his bag..takes out his measurement flask..walks to the urinal and then pees in the flask..measures the pee in the flask and then throws it...(employee of Genesis..very professional and process oriented..they are taught to measure everything they do...infact these guys don't get paid if they don't measure their pee and report it online..they are also forced to buy their own measurement flask and sometimes they have to measures their bosses flasks as well..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6247518303115346347?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6247518303115346347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6247518303115346347' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6247518303115346347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6247518303115346347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/peeing-behavior-of-top-pr-agencies-in.html' title='Peeing Behavior of Some PR Agencies in India'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SNORybMCUTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/O6qTzy-MRoQ/s72-c/loo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2056240750955572674</id><published>2008-09-19T15:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:24:59.691+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquarium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold Fish'/><title type='text'>Three of My Fish Died</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt; I have got an aquarium last Sunday, and with in 5 days three of my fish are dead. :( I even changed water and cleaned the aquarium yesterday still I found my last goldfish dead and laying in a corner. :( &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247668443733366338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SNN2pW_BFkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/O1QYu73qaGI/s200/Bella%27s-Fish.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left with only three fish now. Honestly speaking (read writing) I was sad when my first two fish died but, I think, then I become little used to it, I was not as that sad when I found this other gold fish dead today morning. :/ I simply picked it up and was about to flush when my husband asked me to put it in dustbin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I have been talking to all my colleagues who have pets (fish) and taking lecture on how to take better care of fish. I have made some pointer and one of them is &lt;strong&gt;Gold Fish Are Not For Trainee Aquarium Owners&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am planning to buy some more fish one of those rough and tough ones. Let’s see how long they live to get my love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-2056240750955572674?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2056240750955572674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2056240750955572674' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2056240750955572674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2056240750955572674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-of-my-fish-died.html' title='Three of My Fish Died'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SNN2pW_BFkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/O1QYu73qaGI/s72-c/Bella%27s-Fish.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6018092285044319544</id><published>2008-09-10T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:47:03.987+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underpaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>What a lazy woman i am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt; Yesterday while talking to Bidya, a HR Consultant, I realized how underpaid I am. I have been working like an ant all day long, servicing four technology clients for a meager salary.I sat there thinking, why on the earth am I putting up with this job? Is it because I love my job? Or is it coz I love my clients or my boss or the company? What is it actually? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244293683073769746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMd5Ub1v4RI/AAAAAAAAAbw/PwdU_eHSQes/s200/bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Then I pondered deeper as deep as I could ;-), what the hell, the reason is I am too lazy a bum to look for new job:-/. Infact to share my resume! Pathetic! People from good PR agencies been approaching me and I give silliest of the reasons for not sending my resume, as I will have to update it.&lt;br /&gt;Man! I have got to do something about it! Gotta ask my husband to update it for me :P :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6018092285044319544?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6018092285044319544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6018092285044319544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6018092285044319544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6018092285044319544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-lazy-women-i-am.html' title='What a lazy woman i am!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMd5Ub1v4RI/AAAAAAAAAbw/PwdU_eHSQes/s72-c/bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2516868068542052553</id><published>2008-07-11T16:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:52:40.557+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Himachal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Going to Himachal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SHdBebN7wpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/eXGYc8-Zroc/s1600-h/him-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221714283917460114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SHdBebN7wpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/eXGYc8-Zroc/s200/him-2.bmp" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SHc_rQpdZ2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/6IsGL2UoPlE/s1600-h/himachal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221712305395165026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SHc_rQpdZ2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/6IsGL2UoPlE/s200/himachal.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I am all geared up to go to my home town tonight. To the Picturesque lush green Himachal. My husband and daddy are going to drive all night long and my sister in law and I shall be sleeping and chatting on the back seat. Well, I am planning to visit some nice places there such as Riwalsar, Nainadevi Temple, Jwalaji and let’s see what more. I will upload lot of pictures here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;And a big thanks to Rahul(my colleague) while I will be having fun out there he will be taking care of all my (four) clients. Coordinating with media and scolding me.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-2516868068542052553?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2516868068542052553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2516868068542052553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2516868068542052553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2516868068542052553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-to-himachal.html' title='Going to Himachal'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SHdBebN7wpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/eXGYc8-Zroc/s72-c/him-2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-808339444117371400</id><published>2008-07-01T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:18:50.882+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>The Outgrown Kid I Have Adopted ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGonFGHdbXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lIF6X0Jr5Jg/s1600-h/widoutglases2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218026086756871538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGonFGHdbXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lIF6X0Jr5Jg/s200/widoutglases2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is the picture of my son, Emilio. I have adopted him a few weeks back. Well, my husband has never seen or met him but I am sure he would love to have an earning kid. :) &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i can't stop thinking about what all i can do with my son's money. Anyway this post is about him not me, so hmmm, he is a nice kid. Cute little bald guy. Who is trying his best to look sexy here :P. and ya he keeps playing pranks all the time. Hope it's enough son?? Is it?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-808339444117371400?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/808339444117371400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=808339444117371400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/808339444117371400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/808339444117371400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/outgrown-kid-i-have-adopted.html' title='The Outgrown Kid I Have Adopted ;-)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGonFGHdbXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lIF6X0Jr5Jg/s72-c/widoutglases2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6758606168343465695</id><published>2008-07-01T11:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:39:08.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>So Much To Do, So Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGnJxht3PiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qla5wsV2YXo/s1600-h/bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217923495986937378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGnJxht3PiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qla5wsV2YXo/s200/bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Hmm, while twittering today, I realized, I have to do so many thing. I have to join back my guitar classes which I quit few months back for no apparent reason.. Second session of my salsa classes will begin from this Friday. (They have raised the fee too :( ). In addition I am not very happy with my current tattoo. It’s too small. I wonder if it looks like a butterfly or a moth. So I have decided to get one more and this time I going to get a lot bigger tattoo, on my lower back. I have decided the design too. Now, I just have to convince my husband as he thinks I will get some sort of infection or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;I have just read some where today, I can’t recall where, it says 20 years down the line you will be unhappy for the things you did not do now than for the thing you did do.&lt;br /&gt;So, my god, I have to do so many things. Just thinking where to start from?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6758606168343465695?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6758606168343465695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6758606168343465695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6758606168343465695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6758606168343465695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So Much To Do, So Little Time'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGnJxht3PiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qla5wsV2YXo/s72-c/bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-423417180941587480</id><published>2008-06-24T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:36:59.335+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PR 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PR'/><title type='text'>PR 2.0 or Marketing, I don't care! Let me work</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215325526667159666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGCO7z0F6HI/AAAAAAAAAa0/o5Op2lkZsb4/s200/Angry+bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did extensive research for how to go about doing PR 2.0 for a mobile launch. I consulted some bloggers and my twitter social media expert friends and all the possible people I could. Well, my team wanted to invite bloggers to some place for product launch. Since, most of them were not based out of this region and this phone is a not-so-well-known-brand. So we had two options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay for their flight tickets and hotel bills ( but still were not sure that they will come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;Engage them by some online activity &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The online activity could be something like send some top bloggers a handset for review and explore an opportunity to run a contest on those respective blogs. The winner (1-2 or what ever my boss decides) will get a handset. We could run this parallel on the client’s website too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, this will possibly result in to links and can get viral. We will get good online visibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A senior colleague of mine jumped in to a conclusion before I could finish. He said,’ oh you don’t know what is PR 2.0 what ever you are saying is marketing.’ You know I am a social media expert and I have bashed many well know bloggers but they haven’t said anything, and he jabbered name of some well know blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did not fight back but I was thinking yaahhh!! right they did not reply coz what ever you write on I am sure will be such a tiny thing that no one apart from you will ever come across it. And besides they know there are many dumb creatures like you and prefer to ignore negligible things like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much so, we are not going ahead with Social media campaign; I was so excited about.&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/5637778530785161981-423417180941587480?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/423417180941587480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=423417180941587480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/423417180941587480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/423417180941587480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/pr-20-or-marketing-i-dont-care-let-me.html' title='PR 2.0 or Marketing, I don&apos;t care! Let me work'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGCO7z0F6HI/AAAAAAAAAa0/o5Op2lkZsb4/s72-c/Angry+bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5047060564683582515</id><published>2008-06-20T12:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:21:01.052+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butterfly'/><title type='text'>Got a butterfly Tattoo :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGDtqNT1D4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/yzVGS4yq8kA/s1600-h/Butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215429677878153090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGDtqNT1D4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/yzVGS4yq8kA/s200/Butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SFtdFsiRV6I/AAAAAAAAAas/OstOy3FESRE/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got a butterfly, pink and black color, tattooed on my right ankle.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it’s beautiful. Well, it pained a bit, it’s like some one is cutting in to your flesh with a sharp blade. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying, hauling, doing what ever possible I could. But, when I saw the result, I think going throw the pain was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I’m planning to get one more tattoo; a bigger one this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5047060564683582515?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5047060564683582515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5047060564683582515' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5047060564683582515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5047060564683582515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/got-butterfly-tattoo.html' title='Got a butterfly Tattoo :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SGDtqNT1D4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/yzVGS4yq8kA/s72-c/Butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3062411774605617550</id><published>2008-06-19T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:54:35.452+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arcelor Mittal'/><title type='text'>Arcelor Mittal received confused response in second Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SFpP97wx1zI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XN7r2gIIHiE/s1600-h/Confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SFpP97wx1zI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XN7r2gIIHiE/s200/Confused.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213567444067669810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read in MINT newspaper that Arcelor Mittal had organised shareholder meeting in Second Life, the popular online virtual world. The result??   Well, the results were not even close to good, atleast that's what the newspaper reported. for this 90-minute long event around 50 avatars turened up. The event was confused and uncertain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The residents were puzzledabout what are they suppose to do. They kept asking so, what do we do now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for as the company is concerted they realized that it is difficult to find investors, especially on such sites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, What do we do now?? :)&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/5637778530785161981-3062411774605617550?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3062411774605617550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3062411774605617550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3062411774605617550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3062411774605617550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/arcelor-mittal-received-confused.html' title='Arcelor Mittal received confused response in second Life!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SFpP97wx1zI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XN7r2gIIHiE/s72-c/Confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5154050632045367857</id><published>2008-06-19T14:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:27:23.016+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='client'/><title type='text'>Great week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is so far been the nicest week in the last few weeks. I have received coverage for one of my clients in all across media and my other cliet has got front page coverage in one of the biggest newspaper. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213513933051150626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SFofTLsQQSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/HMNljc_5Aic/s200/just-great.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also received appriciative email from my client :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Next week seems good too. As i have already got some great result lined up for my client. All in a great week...and next week looks good too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5154050632045367857?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5154050632045367857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5154050632045367857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5154050632045367857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5154050632045367857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-week.html' title='Great week!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SFofTLsQQSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/HMNljc_5Aic/s72-c/just-great.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6818463474790498694</id><published>2008-05-01T11:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:09:44.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty products'/><title type='text'>What to buy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we buy beauty products, we spend twice or even more than that of our decided budget, most of the time we get a bad deal for our money. I feel embittered when a brand talk big in advertisements and you only realize what a cheater they are only after spending good money. These big brands cajole you into buying their products and you get nothing but frustration in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="ConfusedGirl" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SBlk6Yfz9KI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z11GzjpoZas/s200/confused_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But….. my lucky stars are shining the brightest :).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have found a wonderful and cheap body lotion &lt;strong&gt;CHARMS&lt;/strong&gt; in INA market. Earlier I had bought &lt;strong&gt;DOVE&lt;/strong&gt; body lotion for INR 280, and I think it is 250 gm and this cream is nothing but waste of money. After putting the cream if you scratch your skin you will still see marks made by your nails. This means, your skin is not completely hydrated or soft.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to buy this other cream about one litter, printed price of the cream is INR 135, which I got at a discounted price for INR 70. I was little hesitant about using this cream, as it was so cheap, so I applied it on my feet only. The other day I gained bit more courage and used it on my legs, and this lotion is just fantastic. My skins become so soft. Now, I am using it everyday. Infact, my sister has also got one for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all these big brands spend hell lot of money on advertisements and then suck all that money from, us, consumers. The brands which are unknown, don’t advertise, are cheap and are good quality too. You just have to check out the market, each shop, buy such products in small quantity and give it a shot. You never know you can hit the jack pot like I did &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thumbs down to, five times costlier, DOVE; and big round of applause for CHARMS.&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/5637778530785161981-6818463474790498694?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6818463474790498694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6818463474790498694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6818463474790498694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6818463474790498694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-beauty-brands-sucks.html' title='What to buy??'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SBlk6Yfz9KI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z11GzjpoZas/s72-c/confused_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-73959097316463299</id><published>2008-03-13T15:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:57:49.241+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>This isn’t funny;  you Stupid Client of mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R9kBIFtg5sI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FBKbSpciCrs/s1600-h/Ranma-Angry.png"&gt;&lt;img id="" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Angry Bella" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R9kBIFtg5sI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FBKbSpciCrs/s320/Ranma-Angry.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R9kApVtg5rI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OnHepm7mcQA/s1600-h"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday one of my clients came to Delhi. We have fixed a few media interactions for him. Since I service that account I had to coordinate for all this. Well, the interactions went well. However, that client of mine put is best efforts to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to some place to unwind him self by doing yoga, till week end, and invited me to that place. So I declined politely. When the interactions were over, it was late evening, he insisted to drop me home in his car.&lt;br /&gt;He asked if I will like to have dinner with him, which I again declined. But he went on to say, I shall call you and you can join me for dinner. So I said I have some other engagement, therefore, I am afraid I will not be able to join you. Thank god he did not call me!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he sent me a sms around 8:30pm some stupid joke, which we used to crack in call five, but I did not reply. Even this could not break his spirit and he sent the same sms to me next day with a good day note added to it. Finally I sent a thank you and same to your, sir sms.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I received reply of the coverage I have sent him about two weeks back. And of course he highly appreciated me for my efforts. How funny, same email could not catch his attention a couple of weeks back&lt;br /&gt;Any way I have discussed everything with my boss, who says that if this client gets out of control I have the liberty to shift from this account.&lt;br /&gt;Curse you (client)! I was doing all the research, tracking the trends and now these stupid traits of your will make me handover everything to someone else……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-73959097316463299?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/73959097316463299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=73959097316463299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/73959097316463299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/73959097316463299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-isnt-funny-you-stupid-client-of.html' title='This isn’t funny;  you Stupid Client of mine!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R9kBIFtg5sI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FBKbSpciCrs/s72-c/Ranma-Angry.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2304453565379983744</id><published>2008-02-19T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:31:04.783+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>I am loving it :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R7pwfBkJhUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GvqI3xNloIw/s1600-h/bella-working+on+comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168567200659375426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R7pwfBkJhUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GvqI3xNloIw/s320/bella-working+on+comp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R7pvuhkJhTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JhyHcK8O1-U/s1600-h/bella-working+on+comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing after a long long time. All this time I was too busy with personal and professional life of mine. On personal front my parents are talking about my marriage with my boyfriend. My parents have met my beau’s mother and sisters. So one can understand how busy I must have been.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On professional side I have shifted from financial and life science PR team to technology team. Well, though I am more than excited to handle tech. clients, nevertheless, I don’t know anything about technology. I am a tech moron, as my BF calls me, and all this time I was happy that I know how to send /read an email or how to chat [where to chat ;-)] and a little bit about bloggin. However, now it seems, I have to work hard. Learn about technology atleast about the things in which my clients operate. I used to get bore whenever my beau try to teach me or talk about technology. But yesterday I asked him to help me understand what data centre is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a lot of things are happening in my life…and so far I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-2304453565379983744?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2304453565379983744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2304453565379983744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2304453565379983744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2304453565379983744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-loving-it.html' title='I am loving it :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R7pwfBkJhUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GvqI3xNloIw/s72-c/bella-working+on+comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2457592594149143220</id><published>2008-01-22T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:14:31.365+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hey do you know ..Sporshi Is COMMITTED ?? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R5WPZUEZJbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/W7EJiLaowFc/s1600-h/Anime_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="In Love" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R5WPZUEZJbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/W7EJiLaowFc/s320/Anime_Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while checking orkut, as always, I sneakily looked at Sporshi’s account. First thing which pleasantly surprise me was her status; &lt;strong&gt;COMMITTED&lt;/strong&gt;. I could not hold back my curiosity and wrote a scrap to her; “oyeee... ur committed?? u did not even tell me...;-) enjoy.`` Then I pinged her on Gmail instantly “ Hey Ru committed?” and then I rushed to her workstation.&lt;br /&gt;*Now you know how inquisitive I am* ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"    style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sporshi and I had a lengthy conversation after a pretty long time. She told me about this “Wonderful Assamese Guy”. She was blushing and shyly smiling when taking about him, and the very next moment boastfully and some what with proud showing his pictures.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how she met this guy, and how she is smitten by him. When do they plan to get engaged and get married? We talked out our differences as well. Once again we became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to have her back as a friend and happier for her to get a guy of her dreams.&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/5637778530785161981-2457592594149143220?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2457592594149143220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2457592594149143220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2457592594149143220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2457592594149143220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-do-you-know-sporshi-is-committed.html' title='Hey do you know ..Sporshi Is COMMITTED ?? :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R5WPZUEZJbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/W7EJiLaowFc/s72-c/Anime_Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3131825247728941592</id><published>2007-12-18T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:00:24.968+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Pheww...these guys</title><content type='html'>Today morning Kunal and I were fighting on something. I snatched his cell phone and hid in the staircase behind the door.  But these guys knew about it and rammed in there and started snatching away the phone from me. During this tug of war I dropped the stylus of his chic Motorola cell. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kunal and Styam made me climb down to the weak sunshade which has become shrubby thanks to wild wines. Initially I got scared that it will break and I will fall off but these guys stood there staring at me so I had to climb on it.  But it was fun, and I could find the stylus as well. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With friends like these I am not scared of enemies at all          . :-)&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/5637778530785161981-3131825247728941592?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3131825247728941592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3131825247728941592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3131825247728941592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3131825247728941592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/phewwthese-guys.html' title='Pheww...these guys'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-9214772285540057239</id><published>2007-12-14T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:39:02.317+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning I got a g mail ping from a friend cum former colleague of mine. She wrote, “Hey! Even Kunal has put in his papers. What are you waiting for?” As soon as I read it, I rushed to Kunal and bombarded him with questions; " You did not tell me you have resigned! Where have you joined? When are you leaving?" i asked him. He took me to our usual hangout “&lt;strong&gt;The Staircase&lt;/strong&gt;”.  Initially, he was not forthcoming. But as he realised that there is no escaping without answering me; he finally gave up and confided into me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143795208652662146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="teddy bear" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R2JufUEZJYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/X_mDVRYJO6I/s320/Teddy-Bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed about all the offers he had, and decided which one was the best. After the meeting i was feeling a bit  uneasy, the trouble is that i can't share these details with anyone, I can't even put it on my blog, because I have promised Kunal to keep things to myself only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent past, quite a few people  have quit and more colleagues have put in their papers. Although new people are joining the team, all good friends are leaving the organization. In fact they too are  asking me to change. But I am ambivalent about leaving this place and there are reasons. Sanna’s office is nearby so we have lunch together and return home together. My boss is a great writer, and he is helping me in improving my writing skill. I also share a good rapport with my boss and I am scared at the prospects of what if I get a bad boss in new office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as far as my shifting is concerned lets see what happens to it. But I am sure as hell that I am going to miss my friends.&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/5637778530785161981-9214772285540057239?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9214772285540057239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=9214772285540057239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/9214772285540057239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/9214772285540057239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/friends-forever.html' title='Friends forever'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R2JufUEZJYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/X_mDVRYJO6I/s72-c/Teddy-Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7991186523503351461</id><published>2007-12-13T15:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:28:20.879+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Bullies! That's what we are ;-)</title><content type='html'>Here a colleague and I are bulling another colleague of ours.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office is fun after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27c2829008f0c6d0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27c2829008f0c6d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8E9C118539870CC4480B4D84969A058EC0F1627.6BFD3ACB30A212AAB36CCE4FB184F3EA31EEE915%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27c2829008f0c6d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmkW0LkJMPNfeZQx1nLAXLqTabsM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27c2829008f0c6d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8E9C118539870CC4480B4D84969A058EC0F1627.6BFD3ACB30A212AAB36CCE4FB184F3EA31EEE915%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27c2829008f0c6d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmkW0LkJMPNfeZQx1nLAXLqTabsM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-7991186523503351461?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=27c2829008f0c6d0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7991186523503351461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7991186523503351461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7991186523503351461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7991186523503351461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/bullies-thats-what-we-are.html' title='Bullies! That&apos;s what we are ;-)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5532375574271879363</id><published>2007-12-13T13:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:49:29.155+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Make people love you...</title><content type='html'>Destiny plays an immense role in our lives. I still wonder how unlikely it was for me and Sanna to meet. We belong to different states, different cultures, work in different companies, and are completely different personalities. But today we have become inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143379783079737026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="smiley" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R2D0qXNktsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wqj1I8YEMJw/s320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise a few days back I took a gentleman out for a media round, I don’t even service that account. I took him just to help a colleague who also happens to be a friend. On the way we (client and I) started chatting on different things and by the end of our round we became friends. I learned a lot of things from him such as how to give a little personal touch to your otherwise business relationship without overdoing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We were discussing about cooking and he claimed to be a good cook. Latter he told me that he had lost his mother at the age of 13; he was the eldest with a 9-year old brother and 4-year old sister. So he had to cook everyday before going to school that's how he become a great cook. He talked about his first love in life; to become an actor. But his father asked him to think of something sensible instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 48-year of age he is working as a vice president with a big company; is happily married, and has a very cute son and loving son. He has gone through the thick and thin in life, and he has forgotten nothing about his past, which I think has helped him not be bigheaded in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While climbing up the stairs of my home I pledged not to be arrogant ever in my life. As I know being proud will only make me miss beautiful things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5532375574271879363?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5532375574271879363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5532375574271879363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5532375574271879363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5532375574271879363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/make-people-love-you.html' title='Make people love you...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R2D0qXNktsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wqj1I8YEMJw/s72-c/smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-923601696540857486</id><published>2007-12-06T12:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:35:43.522+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto'/><title type='text'>One my way to office</title><content type='html'>"This auto is the cleanest auto I have ever seen”, I said appreciably to the auto driver. “Oh, because it takes me two hour to clean it every morning”, he beamed. ‘Only yesterday my wife told me that her friend teased her,” your husband starts washing that auto without even washing his face” said the proud owner of that stunning auto. That is how our conversation started on my way to office. We talked more about his auto for another thirty minutes, and than I handing him Rs.80 and got down at my office gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140757502637707810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="cars &amp;amp; auto" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R1ejtjUlEiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/shaNY8dDQ5k/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I pass my time while commuting to my office. Earlier I used to listen to radio but since I have exchanged my cell phone with the basic Noika phone of my brother. I am left with a few options: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sulk about the horrible jam of Delhi (Risk: Getting early wrinkles and dark circles around my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Day dreaming and napping (Risk: Frustration when I wake up to reality; losing my valuable at the red light in case of napping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Humming and singing softly (risk of being mocked because if people notice me they will think I am talking to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I can converse with the auto driver. Topic of conversation can range from weather discussion, cricket match (why India is not doing well) to political discussion (how to eradicate poverty and terrorism). Not only my time cut to half while talking to someone but in certain cases these people go to great length to mare sure I am safe. Just like another day when some guys started stalking me on bike and started commenting loudly on the color of my cloths. My auto driver not only gave them a stern look but also sneaked into the middle of the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was standing at the road side to catch an auto than suddenly this bright auto-walla asked me to hop in. I did not have to negotiate on the price though I could not recognize him but this guy did recognize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a happy ride to office, but yes I also had some of the nasty experiences with auto drivers. When some of the auto guys suddenly start fighting that he agreed at too low a fair. Or they unexpectedly stop there auto and say they will not go beyond this or their meter abruptly stop working and stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I still consider “talking to the auto driver” as the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-923601696540857486?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/923601696540857486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=923601696540857486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/923601696540857486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/923601696540857486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-auto-is-cleanest-auto-i-have-ever.html' title='One my way to office'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R1ejtjUlEiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/shaNY8dDQ5k/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2034059426781966632</id><published>2007-11-30T15:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:25:15.803+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Call Me Whatever...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I can’t understand my self. This girl who I never used to think of as a friend, suddenly became so close to me. When she left office today (she has got a better opportunity) I was feeling so strange. I was sort of missing her. But I scared of expressing this, because I think she will find it funny and laugh at me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138571785096222258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="friendship" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R0_f0C-BVjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/53-EETuHqsA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Most of the people in office regarded her as a girl who is proud and lot of attitude. Just a few days back we become friends and started sharing things with each other. When I came close to her emotionally that I realized she is just another girl like me who also gets hurt by small things. When I mention to her what people think about her and what one particular girl, whom she really trusted, had to say about her, she just broke into tears like one small girl. Why people have to say something bad about every one? Why can’t they simply go about their business without making some one sad or pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, all I care is that I liked her and wish her good luck. But I think I lost one more good friend in life. Though we have made promises to keep in touch over phone and g- chat lets see how it will work out. All I wish now, is that I would have known her from the very day I had join this office, and she considers me a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ya &lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT A LESBIAN&lt;/strong&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/5637778530785161981-2034059426781966632?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2034059426781966632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2034059426781966632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2034059426781966632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2034059426781966632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/11/call-me-whatever.html' title='Call Me Whatever...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/R0_f0C-BVjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/53-EETuHqsA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7362816158692051732</id><published>2007-09-18T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:19:13.657+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Wow, It is SEPTEMBER</title><content type='html'>It is mid September(Butterfly feelings time ;-))and weather is still not very pleasant here in the capital, but today for change it’s lovely. And as everyone knows lovely weather means staying out of  office for longer time and indulging in to that sweet and ever ending “Gossip Sessions”. God I love this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Ru_I4oORsyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/h_rBYFjAgY0/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Ru_I4oORsyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/h_rBYFjAgY0/s400/123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111524977284330274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is out for some meeting and I refused to accompany him, on the pretext of some unfinished work which I plan to finish today. (I ammm Smaaaarttt). We (a colleague and I) just made a quick (30 minutes long) trip to near by momos’ stall. I had corn were as my colleague preferred momos. Then we chatted for good 15 minutes out side our office.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fun does not end here. After stepping into office i had a wonderful gossiping session with another colleague, i it feels good to know what is happening in your own office. Who is playing what game and who is going around with whom. Since there was nothing more to know I left the gossiping group and started surfing net. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read two articles written by my boy friend on Mashable .com, and I am still feeling good about it. Ohh not to forget that I checked his blogs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am tired and thinking of working for a while to relax. (Why everyday is not like this?) &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/5637778530785161981-7362816158692051732?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7362816158692051732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7362816158692051732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7362816158692051732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7362816158692051732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-it-is-september.html' title='Wow, It is SEPTEMBER'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Ru_I4oORsyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/h_rBYFjAgY0/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5510756092159767298</id><published>2007-09-14T11:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:56:21.238+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>You too make someone smile</title><content type='html'>Yesterday  Sanna and I went to KFC. As we got down from the car a beggar came running after us. He was an old fellow with disabled leg, and was very feeble. He requested Sanna to get him some thing to eat. He said he doesn’t want money but he is starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RuovQYORsxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bSjCPCJleYM/s1600-h/Smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RuovQYORsxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bSjCPCJleYM/s400/Smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109948685631992594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Sanna to get him something to eat from a vendor outside, as that would be cheap. But Sanna ignored and walked inside, and bought a chicken burger for him. I went out to offer it to the old man. I still can’t forget the spark in his eyes and the smile he gave me as I was walking towards him. When I offered Berger to him, he said` I knew you will come`.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving that place that guy stood by our car and bowed his head and kept on smiling. That child like smile on his face was captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that we made some on smile. Why not all of us who can make people smile make a promise to ourselves that we will make one person smile every day, or at least every week. Trust me it will not cost you much, or may be not cost you anything at all. It will give you immense pleasure and you will be a happier person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5510756092159767298?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5510756092159767298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5510756092159767298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5510756092159767298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5510756092159767298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-too-make-someone-smile.html' title='You too make someone smile'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RuovQYORsxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bSjCPCJleYM/s72-c/Smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4584624392058269280</id><published>2007-08-30T17:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:11:26.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Not That Bad After All</title><content type='html'>Some times I think that I am so bless to have the Sana (My boyfriend). Indeed we fight for nothing at all, some times he drives me mad and then doesn’t call me for the whole day and night. But still he is the only guy, who understands me so well. At times I become so miserable, that I don’t know what to do? I feel sad for nothing at all. I don’t want to get married, I don’t want to work, but want to run away to some uninhabited place. Where, there will be a lake and I will dance in the rain all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I tell all this to Sana, and tell him I don’t want to get married. He explain things so nicely, and suddenly change “I” who would dance in the rain in that dream place to “WE”. I tells me nicely,` Sweets when ever after marriage you wish you were never married,  I will move to the other room, you can have all you independence and do what you want to do all alone. But I know you, middle of the night you, yourself will run to me and tell me you are done being single.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me believe things. Boring life suddenly once again becomes interesting and lovely with him. He is the cutest guy for me. I hate my mood swings, but with him around I know everything is going to be just fine no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he cares for me. Just some days back he bought me a dozen of bananas and a pack of chocolate  cornflakes because he was concerned that I don’t eat anything in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks god for being so nice to me, and giving me someone like him to be with me and take so good care of me.&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-4584624392058269280?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4584624392058269280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4584624392058269280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4584624392058269280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4584624392058269280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-is-not-that-bad-after-all.html' title='Life Is Not That Bad After All'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1991642698046744155</id><published>2007-08-23T17:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:21:20.659+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Anger is a dreadful thing, well now i know</title><content type='html'>My health was down for last few days. I was at home all the time; I spent most of my time sleeping and rest reading a novel called “FOREVER”. I have read some 267 pages of this novel and have reached to a level of addiction. There is so much suspense and lot of murder happening and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rs10pAqkzYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F_scQEbxR-8/s1600-h/girl81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rs10pAqkzYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F_scQEbxR-8/s400/girl81.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101862200782671234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my bad luck I tore this novel apart in pieces following some verbal altercation with my mother. I hate it when some one mistreat my books or throw them. And my mother did exactly same, she threw my novel off the sofa when I had gone to the other room to change. I don’t know what happened to me when I listened that “thud”. I came dashing to the room my mom was in, and I picked the book tore it and threw it off the window. Then I went mad I picked all those precious gifts I have got and smashed them on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I loved those gifts and I have put them on the table besides my bed. Well, about after an hour when I was cool down I asked my nephew to go and get pieces of the novel, which I though still be laying on the ground, but to my disappointment some rag picker had already took them from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Moral is in anger to just lose lose and lose……&lt;br /&gt;Now I am trying to find this novel. I want to know what happens in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-1991642698046744155?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1991642698046744155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1991642698046744155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1991642698046744155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1991642698046744155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/anger-is-dreadful-thing-well-now-i-know.html' title='Anger is a dreadful thing, well now i know'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rs10pAqkzYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F_scQEbxR-8/s72-c/girl81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8103952788858622582</id><published>2007-08-20T12:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:23:01.732+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Spartan</title><content type='html'>Hey Petu Spartan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many Happy Returns of the day. May all your dreams come true. May you be the happiest person on this earth. I know i am a bit irritating girl, fight with you for no reason at all. But believe me i love you more then anything, i do act strange and pretend as if i don't care, but "&lt;strong&gt;I Do&lt;/strong&gt;" i do care for every thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rsk6KgqkzXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1DiJJoeEnzA/s1600-h/samcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rsk6KgqkzXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1DiJJoeEnzA/s400/samcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100672005215407474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every act of yours make a huge deference in my life. I have dream of my future my family with you. Because of you my life is so secure and im at peace. I am not worried of what may happen tomorrow. And it gives me immense joy to know that you understand me so well. You make complicated things very easy. Things which make me ponder all day seems so trivial when you explain them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you lots. You are my world, my petu Spartan.&lt;br /&gt;Once again very very happy birthday.&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-8103952788858622582?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8103952788858622582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8103952788858622582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8103952788858622582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8103952788858622582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-spartan.html' title='Happy Birthday Spartan'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rsk6KgqkzXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1DiJJoeEnzA/s72-c/samcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-705763920082817284</id><published>2007-08-17T12:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-17T12:26:15.873+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Is A Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RsVGcwqkzWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/06VfdAA-RsQ/s1600-h/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RsVGcwqkzWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/06VfdAA-RsQ/s400/heaven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099559612980710754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so happy and wonderful, and still it is not. You have get what you needed but then you don't have what you want. In fact you are so confused in life you don't actually know what you want. You try to live every moment. you try not to think a lot about future and decide to take things as they will come. But then is it why you say life is a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or there are more reasons for it? Why life keep on unfolding so many mysteries every now and then. Why you cant live your life the way you always wanted to? Why there is some constraints every time for everything? Why cant we be free like birds and fly. Every day at least once i imagine my self away from everything, every one.... in a far far away land, in lush green place besides a beautiful river bank enjoying my self, running like an animal all over the green land which is beautified with most beautiful flowers in the world, then diving in river playing in water all alone for long hours. Then dressing my self with wonderful flowers and sleeping on green grass under the open sky with thousands of shining stars. It feels like heaven. But then i return to my senses and back to this man eat man world, and i ask my self what have i done to deserve this? &lt;br /&gt;Here no one respect each other, women is mere a commodity for large number of men. Money speaks for every thing. But no matter how much money one has can that person buy the happiness and peace of mind i enjoy at least once a day in my dream world??&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/5637778530785161981-705763920082817284?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/705763920082817284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=705763920082817284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/705763920082817284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/705763920082817284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-is-bitch.html' title='Life Is A Bitch'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RsVGcwqkzWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/06VfdAA-RsQ/s72-c/heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6264584515259036956</id><published>2007-08-14T17:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:51:25.819+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PR'/><title type='text'>Pheww What A Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RsGeOSGjwwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FZQZpiaMUnQ/s1600-h/garfiel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RsGeOSGjwwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FZQZpiaMUnQ/s400/garfiel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098530221374817026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening my blog after a long time. All these days were so very hectic including today. Today I have organized a relationship building meeting of one of my clients with a financial journalist who write on his industry but more of features. Meeting was good until my client broke news to her which even I did not know. I was zapped oh my god what is he doing? It was not supposed to be this way; we were planning to formally introduce this news to media after a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even sent him a message from across the table but I think that sms never reached him.&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as the meeting was over I called a journalist of one of the financial paper and gave the news to him, and as I share good relation with him I told him what happened. So tomorrow I am sure if not much this news will be in one of the top financial paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am waiting for my client to send a note on the subject to the journalist who has already called me thrice as his story filing time is approaching him. On my part I have already spoken to client twice and told him journalist’s plight. Now it’s already 5:42 in the evening so let’s see what happens?&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/5637778530785161981-6264584515259036956?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6264584515259036956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6264584515259036956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6264584515259036956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6264584515259036956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/pheww-what-day.html' title='Pheww What A Day!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RsGeOSGjwwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FZQZpiaMUnQ/s72-c/garfiel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7292812805517051473</id><published>2007-08-08T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:28:27.211+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PR'/><title type='text'>Are we new age PR professionals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RrmBziGjwvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/R_4HDWGTatk/s1600-h/img_TeamWork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096247175674053362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RrmBziGjwvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/R_4HDWGTatk/s400/img_TeamWork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a PR professional and i love my job. Not only i am enjoying my work , but there is also this new interest I have hooked  in to from about 7-8 months, and that is reading blogs on PR 2.0, communication, as i don't want to be  left behind. &lt;a href="http://www.indiaprblog.com/"&gt;India PR blog &lt;/a&gt;is my favorite PR blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed to see that how many people, with immense passion, write on PR and how PR profession is evolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s saddening to know “&lt;strong&gt;Social Media&lt;/strong&gt;” is still an alien term for PR professional at large in India. Not only they are ignorant to it, they are not even interested to know. I asked PR people of an eminent PR agency in India about Social media and to my horror none of them knew about it and what disgusted me the most they said “it's shit”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all these people are there in the profession do you expect “ &lt;strong&gt;Blogs&lt;/strong&gt;” &lt;strong&gt;Podcasts&lt;/strong&gt;” making there way in to traditional PR practice?&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-7292812805517051473?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7292812805517051473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7292812805517051473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7292812805517051473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7292812805517051473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-we-new-age-pr-professionals.html' title='Are we new age PR professionals?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RrmBziGjwvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/R_4HDWGTatk/s72-c/img_TeamWork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3298820583316352876</id><published>2007-08-07T15:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:15:58.753+05:30</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='Love'/><title type='text'>Love keeps us going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RrhHhyGjwuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/9lxeKIJBHWE/s1600-h/love-heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095901624080253666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RrhHhyGjwuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/9lxeKIJBHWE/s400/love-heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some times life seems to be so confusing, and relationships become strange. Things go exactly opposite to how you have had planned them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then love keeps us alive, and I think we should not do something to hurt our loved one. We have chosen them above all other people, and can’t let go of them for any reason or thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I have realized happiness; fun is good as long as it’s not going to create a trouble in our relationship. In life some time you have to let go of things to run your life smoothly and to be away from complications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3298820583316352876?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3298820583316352876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3298820583316352876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3298820583316352876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3298820583316352876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-keep-us-going.html' title='Love keeps us going'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RrhHhyGjwuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/9lxeKIJBHWE/s72-c/love-heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6116898296461232476</id><published>2007-08-03T15:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:37:47.793+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaipur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>My Jaipur Trip</title><content type='html'>Last two days were very hectic; I was out of town with my team, for some event of our client. I was so excited to go, as I though I will get to see the new city and would be able to buy some stuff. But as soon as I reached there, ahh, we can’t even checked in to our hotel were rushed to the venue and stayed there till eleven at night then we went to our hotel checked in took bath had dinner at around 11:30pm, and then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RrL4GCGjwtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bHWXyB8OvwQ/s1600-h/jaipur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094406911036736210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RrL4GCGjwtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bHWXyB8OvwQ/s400/jaipur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we got up early went to a famous temple there, and then went back to the venue. Since 9 in the morning I was running here and there to make sure if things are all right and then working in close association of my boss and the person of our other branch for press meet. I could not even grab a bite all this time and had lunch at around 4:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the lunch we started for our journey back home. All my hopes to see the famous forts of the city dashed, and the worst thing my phone balance died and I could not talk to Sanna, and I missed him a lot all these two days. All the time my colleagues were teasing me for this. When I reached back at around 11:30pm he came to pick me and dropped me home, which I liked so much as a get to see him after two long days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as the out come of the whole event is good, so all’s well that ends well.&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-6116898296461232476?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6116898296461232476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6116898296461232476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6116898296461232476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6116898296461232476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-jaipur-trip.html' title='My Jaipur Trip'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RrL4GCGjwtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bHWXyB8OvwQ/s72-c/jaipur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6145459733273266984</id><published>2007-07-31T09:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:35:37.383+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Who is that guy in those “Sexy Shades”?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Sanna (My BF) and I went to get his eyes checked. Well the eye specialist said he has to wear glasses or lenses. He being a care less guy opted for glasses (for the time being). All the time there at optician I was teasing him that now he is not only has a little paunch and is getting bald but also going to wear glasses. Sanna also bought a stunning pair of shades from there. He was looking damn good in those amazing shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rq7C_SGjwsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Pb9VI_jVuws/s1600-h/dexter3jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rq7C_SGjwsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Pb9VI_jVuws/s400/dexter3jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093222621049504450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I love to tease him, I was asking him repeatedly “ hey do you think it will make up for all your shortcomings??;-)  For sure this is making you look hot and sexy but are you assuming I will disregard the fact that you are short tempered. ;-)&lt;br /&gt; He he he…ohhh god I love teasing him. For sure he is a nice, caring guy, who loves a cartoon like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-If you spot a hot guy in shades you know who he is. Right? :-D&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-6145459733273266984?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6145459733273266984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6145459733273266984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6145459733273266984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6145459733273266984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-is-that-guy-in-those-sexy-shades.html' title='Who is that guy in those “&lt;strong&gt;Sexy Shades&lt;/strong&gt;”?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rq7C_SGjwsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Pb9VI_jVuws/s72-c/dexter3jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6625852358738050707</id><published>2007-07-30T16:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:28:39.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Are They Saying? Who Gives A Damn. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rq3EDiGjwrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wVBbgdW0BzM/s1600-h/Cartoon-People-Talking.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rq3EDiGjwrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wVBbgdW0BzM/s400/Cartoon-People-Talking.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092942318598865586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have to say when you come to know that you being talked about on you back for having an affair which you never had? :-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you be happy that at least your colleagues talk about you even when you are not there? Or you should be angry on them for spreading rumor about you and being sweet to you on your face?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I decided to be happy. ;-) As I know that the  colleague I am being linked to by some morons( who are also a big time  losers)  is a good friend and is about to get married, and I am in to a serious relationship and by gods grace my boyfriend trusts me and loves me a lot :). Well I love him too more then anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told this entire story to the guy I am supposedly having an affair and we had a laugh on it, wonder what people be thinking when we were laughing together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh poor losers finally some one  giving them some meaning to their insignificant life, :-D but how would these morons feel when they come to know they don’t even exist in my world.he he he :)&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/5637778530785161981-6625852358738050707?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6625852358738050707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6625852358738050707' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6625852358738050707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6625852358738050707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-are-they-saying-who-gives-damn.html' title='What Are They Saying? Who Gives A Damn. :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rq3EDiGjwrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wVBbgdW0BzM/s72-c/Cartoon-People-Talking.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3710251544363117105</id><published>2007-07-30T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:48:22.473+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wonderful  Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rq2r3CGjwqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/PlPKkSW7B_A/s1600-h/1700424234_217942436__500x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rq2r3CGjwqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/PlPKkSW7B_A/s400/1700424234_217942436__500x375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092915715571434146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday were wonderful days. I woke up at around seven in the morning, mom had just come from himachal, after receiving a warm hug and having a  cup of tea, we started chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We kept on chatting till afternoon, then I left home to meet a friend, we were planning to go for a movie, but we missed, and I don’t regret it. We had a wonderful time together, and after having dinner together and I come home with a good note and promise to meet tomorrow. Come tomorrow and I was again busy talking to my dad , mom and then watching Harry potter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my friend around 3pm and we went straight to watch “Because I said so” I knew its not going to be a fun movie and that my friend is not going to like it but with the kind of movies are on air , I thought this is the safest bet but hmmmm….i was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Still a fantastic and full of fun this weekend was, come to think of it almost all my weekends are full of fun. Even though I was having differences with my friend (BF to be correct) but the weekend made me forget every thing as he made me feel so loved, so all the things become trivial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3710251544363117105?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3710251544363117105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3710251544363117105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3710251544363117105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3710251544363117105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/beautiful-days.html' title='Wonderful  Days'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rq2r3CGjwqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/PlPKkSW7B_A/s72-c/1700424234_217942436__500x375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4710247868785725458</id><published>2007-07-25T16:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:45:20.705+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Himachal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RqcvXM_K3sI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cFNi4PpizBg/s1600-h/Image101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RqcvXM_K3sI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cFNi4PpizBg/s400/Image101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091089979435310786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RqcvI8_K3rI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dBNquhuB3uk/s1600-h/Image106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RqcvI8_K3rI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dBNquhuB3uk/s400/Image106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091089734622174898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rqcu68_K3qI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ULXVEIR3IN8/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rqcu68_K3qI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ULXVEIR3IN8/s400/Image087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091089494104006306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rqcupc_K3pI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w3LScb95C3M/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rqcupc_K3pI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w3LScb95C3M/s400/Image076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091089193456295570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RqcuQc_K3oI/AAAAAAAAATw/HqDIIZzFa-o/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RqcuQc_K3oI/AAAAAAAAATw/HqDIIZzFa-o/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091088763959565954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rqct98_K3nI/AAAAAAAAATo/QGPiEJcjrYo/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rqct98_K3nI/AAAAAAAAATo/QGPiEJcjrYo/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091088446131986034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come back from my home town after five days of holidaying. The place I belong to is extremely beautiful. My home is in valley surrounded by mountains from every side. You can see snow clad peaks of mountains all year long. God I miss &lt;strong&gt;Himachal&lt;/strong&gt;. I still remember when I was young (I use to stay in Himachal) during winters there would thin layer of ice over water. I would be so cold that my brother and I would not drink adequate water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done lot of stupid things together like killing bats with pillow, we would use pillow as bat and hit bat when ever any unfortunate bird would enter our home at night. We would kill rats and flies. What ever good or bad we have done, I miss it. Well I would not kill poor animals ever again but I miss those beautiful full of fun days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-4710247868785725458?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4710247868785725458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4710247868785725458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4710247868785725458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4710247868785725458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/beautiful-himachal.html' title='Beautiful Himachal'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RqcvXM_K3sI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cFNi4PpizBg/s72-c/Image101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4050725491897268753</id><published>2007-07-17T18:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:49:59.798+05:30</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='Unhappy'/><title type='text'>Why Life Is Like This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpzB9uf44oI/AAAAAAAAATg/Z_aqT0QE278/s1600-h/220948969_b986dd62c7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpzB9uf44oI/AAAAAAAAATg/Z_aqT0QE278/s400/220948969_b986dd62c7_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088154945219781250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to my home town for four or five days. Was not very happy to go there initially  but now since things are not smooth with my BF, I am feeling good that I am going away from this maddening place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So times I feel I could go to some place, far away from every body.  Right now, I wish to call my mother and ask her to find some guy for me. I don’t want to come back to this place, where every body is so mean. &lt;br /&gt;When  I look around I see people unhappy for one or other  reason, Why every one is not happy in their life. Why sad, bad things happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-4050725491897268753?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4050725491897268753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4050725491897268753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4050725491897268753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4050725491897268753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-life-is-like-this.html' title='Why Life Is Like This?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpzB9uf44oI/AAAAAAAAATg/Z_aqT0QE278/s72-c/220948969_b986dd62c7_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7511858802756785289</id><published>2007-07-17T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:56:12.700+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Is "i love u" too personal detail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpyGjOf44mI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N9kKUeFNOQA/s1600-h/123.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpyGjOf44mI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N9kKUeFNOQA/s400/123.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088089618767209058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is like my personal diary, and people tend to write what ever they feel like on their diaries. But every time I write about my feeling for my boy friend on my blog, he does not like it and eventually I have to delete the post or comment containing my feeling for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my blog not mine enough that I can write freely on it? Why do I have to take permissions from other people if I can write something or not? All I wish to write that I love him a lot, is it too much of a personal detail to not to be disclosed? If you don’t like something don’t read it, why some people like to spoil others mood?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-7511858802756785289?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7511858802756785289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7511858802756785289' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7511858802756785289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7511858802756785289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-i-love-u-too-personal-detail.html' title='Is &quot;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too personal detail?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpyGjOf44mI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N9kKUeFNOQA/s72-c/123.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5320444137665400216</id><published>2007-07-17T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:57:35.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unhappy'/><title type='text'>Which dream to believe on ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpyJ0Of44nI/AAAAAAAAATY/bbXGMRjuy_g/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpyJ0Of44nI/AAAAAAAAATY/bbXGMRjuy_g/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088093209359868530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surfing through a blogger friend’s blog, In one of the post he has described how he is having nightmares, that his girl friend is dying of cancer. Which causes him intense pain that he cried in sleep, woke up early morning and smsed his GF to know if every thing is alright. Now he wants to know if this dream has any relevance or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even I have been dreaming funny things about my office and colleagues now days. (Almost everyday) But I don’t believe in what ever I have seen, is going to happen or is happening :). It’s just that I may be unconsciously thinking so much about these things that they were still running in mind even when I am asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I was a kid I would dream about ghosts, some horrible animals every time my brother and I will talk about them or watch such movies. Then we will wake up crying at night, and get good telling off from our mom very next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in nightmares, but dreams yes I believe explicitly. ;-)&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-5320444137665400216?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5320444137665400216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5320444137665400216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5320444137665400216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5320444137665400216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/which-dream-to-believe-on.html' title='Which dream to believe on ;-)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpyJ0Of44nI/AAAAAAAAATY/bbXGMRjuy_g/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5654136801632213888</id><published>2007-07-16T15:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:58:22.575+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Working Hard :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RptE1Of44kI/AAAAAAAAATA/8QhPulBXptg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RptE1Of44kI/AAAAAAAAATA/8QhPulBXptg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087735885260710466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working hard all five days of the week I get weekends (Saturdays and Sundays) for my self. But unfortunately almost every alternative weekend I am working as my clients organize all the events, parties on weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working all Saturday in office in order to secure good coverage for one of my clients and to get P3 media for the other client’s event, which happened on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only I had to work on weekends, but when I come to office on Monday morning, I came to know one of the clients interview is happening in two publications, I did not even know the venue.  Both of my team members (seniors) were inaccessible, and I had to rush to the interview site after a long discussion with the other branch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time I wonder am I  the only person who is working so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blog" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;vertical-align:middle;margin-left:.4em" src="http://static.technorati.com/static/img/pub/icon-utag-16x13.png?tag=blog" alt=" " /&gt;blog&lt;/a&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/5637778530785161981-5654136801632213888?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5654136801632213888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5654136801632213888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5654136801632213888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5654136801632213888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/working-hard.html' title='Working Hard :('/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RptE1Of44kI/AAAAAAAAATA/8QhPulBXptg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4355718873563377146</id><published>2007-07-12T11:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:44:35.816+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UBC'/><title type='text'>How UCB treating its customers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpXGquf44iI/AAAAAAAAASw/knA_KGXNB6A/s1600-h/unhappy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpXGquf44iI/AAAAAAAAASw/knA_KGXNB6A/s400/unhappy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086189791523430946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning to go to disc. On Friday, so all of us (girls) are very excited about it. Since yesterday we are planning who is wearing what? After office Manka, Geetika and I planned to go to Shopper Stops for shopping; all of us were planning to buy some cool, trendy, halter neck tee- shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked around all shopper stop, in each showroom for it, but  we did not find any tee strikingly good to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I end up buying on cool jeans from United Colors Of Benetton. Jeans was little long for me, and has to be altered. Because Manka was in rush so I asked  the sales guy there, if I can get it altered  at any showroom of UCB, he replied affirmatively saying “ yes , you can get it done at any of our showroom, any time all you have to do is to show the bill”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the same evening I went to an UCB showroom near to my office and requested then to alter my jeans, but they downright refused saying “ no, we don’t alter sales items”  So I told him politely “ this is fresh stock, you guys did not give me any discount” then they put me to the manager who again said they cant do it for the same reason, so I cleared out his doubt . On this he told me anyway they will not do it till the sales is going on. So please bring it latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, have I done something wrong by buying their product? Is this what I deserved after spending 1800 bucks? Or their responsibility ends as soon as customer is out of the show room?   Or I should not have believed this guy when he told me I can get it done at any of their showroom? Just because they don’t have any coordination among them selves (among showrooms), should the customers suffer for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least from now on I will think twice before buying something from UCB.&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/5637778530785161981-4355718873563377146?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4355718873563377146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4355718873563377146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4355718873563377146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4355718873563377146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-ucb-treating-its-customers.html' title='How UCB treating its customers?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpXGquf44iI/AAAAAAAAASw/knA_KGXNB6A/s72-c/unhappy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8895866714461162707</id><published>2007-07-11T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:49:24.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What will you call me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpSghLAnekI/AAAAAAAAASo/6t_2zX8O_Wc/s1600-h/anime_angel2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpSghLAnekI/AAAAAAAAASo/6t_2zX8O_Wc/s400/anime_angel2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085866370959637058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 gmail accounts, 2 yahoo account, Hi5 account, Facebook, Orkut account and not to forget my official email ID. I have run short of nick names to create new ID’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I made all these Gmail ID’s one after another to run from people. Every time I don’t wish to see some one added in my gmail, I would open a new one. But when I look back I realize it has done no good. I still don’t wish to see lot of people there on my new gmail Account. And I want to talk to  people/ friends which are there on my old ID but cant invite them to new ID, What will they think about me if I keep on sending them friends requests every other day from new ids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my boy friend has started asking me “how many ID’s do you have, hope you won’t go on BF making spree like this”. Sound funny?? Hmmm… not to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even forgotten from which Id I have claimed my blog on Technorati, of course I am feeling bad and little tensed. But then my BF is helping me to figure out this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: - Lot of Email ID’s land you in to deep S&amp;@#T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-8895866714461162707?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8895866714461162707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8895866714461162707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8895866714461162707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8895866714461162707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-will-you-call-me.html' title='What will you call me?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpSghLAnekI/AAAAAAAAASo/6t_2zX8O_Wc/s72-c/anime_angel2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8858368829387486868</id><published>2007-07-09T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T08:57:24.551+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><title type='text'>Which celebrity do you look alike?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpIsn7AnejI/AAAAAAAAASg/lJKVOVFANdo/s1600-h/Vanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085175993621510706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpIsn7AnejI/AAAAAAAAASg/lJKVOVFANdo/s400/Vanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to know from a friend about a cool website named myheritage.com. All you have to do is to upload your picture and it will scan your face and find out all the celebrities, whom to resemble. Well I have already run it twice with different pictures in hope of resembling some real pretty chick but then no success so far… No problems, all I need is some more pictures and a weekend to do it all day long. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague has also tried it and she resembles Julia Roberts. But sorry guys she is engaged and we don’t have any vacancy in our office. Bad luck hunhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the link to this site:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/celebrity-collage.php"&gt;www.myheritage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do let me know who all you guys resemble, and how do you find this site.&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-8858368829387486868?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8858368829387486868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8858368829387486868' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8858368829387486868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8858368829387486868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-came-to-know-from-friend-about-cool.html' title='Which celebrity do you look alike?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpIsn7AnejI/AAAAAAAAASg/lJKVOVFANdo/s72-c/Vanity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4691187815492872420</id><published>2007-07-09T14:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:50:59.052+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>What a weekend it was :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085153178755234338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpIX37AneiI/AAAAAAAAASY/kkzzbaYQ1bM/s400/ws_Touch_my_red_heart_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This weekend was one of the wonderful weekends I ever had. I enjoyed it so much. Laughed a lot, made some of the most meaning remarks, teased, grinned, was happy, sad, ,in short experienced almost all emotions in these two days. Woke up little late on Saturday but unpredictably my Bf called me around 12:15 or something which means calling real early for a lazy bum like him. So the surprises started happening from 12:15 on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the most fantastic time with him, we laughed like mad. I can’t disclose one what things as I have swear on him. Ha ha ha ;-)( I have not put any link on your name Sanna ;-P.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat out at Delhi Heart, a place he almost loathes. So I couldn’t even complain about those stale momo’s I had..uukkkkkkk…horrible :-X, wonder what has happened to that Nagaland Stall, it used to have most delicious momo around Delhi. Anyway….&lt;br /&gt;Came back home quite late, skipped my guitar class too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday as usual woke up late, watched Harry potter the first part, than washed my formal cloth, took me whole (BLODDY) day to clean them. Ahhhhh Poor me! Sanna (My BF) called me little late as expected and we made a plan to meet around 7pm, but that plan could not be materialized as I had to go to market to collect my formal shirt, I was out till 8:30Pm so we postponed out meeting to Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we had fight (Sanna and I) over something, I apparently irritated him, so he snapped the line, and that is some thing I hate to core. So I put a sms as expected out of me, he called back. But as every one knows girlfriends never make up in first call so he called me again (well he is smart) in some time. Than we chatted for a long time and his plan to watch a movie at night went for a toss. I think he watched some part of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a emotion packed weekend, and it was as I said wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday I am back in office two of my clients stories have make it to Economic Times front page so I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to get back to work………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was a weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-4691187815492872420?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4691187815492872420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4691187815492872420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4691187815492872420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4691187815492872420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-weekend-it-was.html' title='What a weekend it was :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RpIX37AneiI/AAAAAAAAASY/kkzzbaYQ1bM/s72-c/ws_Touch_my_red_heart_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8545753236083363154</id><published>2007-07-03T12:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:24:59.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>How to wear SARI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RonxDrAnehI/AAAAAAAAASM/VO96EXyrM7Q/s1600-h/sari.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082858699851528722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RonxDrAnehI/AAAAAAAAASM/VO96EXyrM7Q/s400/sari.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wear a sari is not a big deal for Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in southren parts of the country women wear sari even at night. Wonder how do they manage in sari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to wear a "&lt;a href="http://members.sparedollar.com/indiandelight/petticoat_link.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Petticoat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"or underskirt and a "blouse" underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; You wrap the sari over Petticoat, make pleats, and tuck the edge in petticoat. as illustreated in the pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday i wore sari in fact my mother helped me to wear one, and she took more then half an hour. :) As we belong to the part of colourful India where women wear suits, instead of sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But certainly sari makes you look more beautiful and sensual.&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-8545753236083363154?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8545753236083363154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8545753236083363154' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8545753236083363154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8545753236083363154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-wear-sari-is-not-big-deal-for.html' title='How to wear SARI'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RonxDrAnehI/AAAAAAAAASM/VO96EXyrM7Q/s72-c/sari.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6034021447067175199</id><published>2007-07-02T11:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:46:07.802+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Wow Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RoiiYLAnegI/AAAAAAAAASE/AgKnLEuo8dU/s1600-h/DancingHeart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082490715643542018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RoiiYLAnegI/AAAAAAAAASE/AgKnLEuo8dU/s400/DancingHeart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a great day.... i did lots of great things:)&lt;br /&gt;1) Wore &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sari"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) Went for a pitch presentation&lt;br /&gt;3) Completed pending work&lt;br /&gt;4) Met Sana......&lt;br /&gt;5) watched "Die Hard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only i wore sari, but also clicked pictures so that i could show it to sana. After the presentation i changed in to jeans. came back to office and completed some work. Than went over to sana's place...., after that we went to watch "Die Hard". We had dinner and i came back home. So all in all had a beautiful day.&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/5637778530785161981-6034021447067175199?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6034021447067175199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6034021447067175199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6034021447067175199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6034021447067175199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-saturday.html' title='Wow Saturday'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RoiiYLAnegI/AAAAAAAAASE/AgKnLEuo8dU/s72-c/DancingHeart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4029061209238138976</id><published>2007-06-26T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:22:07.425+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Advertisements</title><content type='html'>I am going to delete all these advertisements from my blog, I don’t want it to be famous anymore. I don’t care if some one reads it or not. It was never meant for this. I created it so that I can share all my feeling with it. But over the period of time I became greedy and put advertisement on it, linked many blogs and requested them to link me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now enough of all these stupid things. Anyway, even if It get linked with many blogs, who’s going to read it and click on advertisements. Who care about others feelings? Who give a damn in what mood I am today, if I had a fight with my boyfriend or we are happy together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye bye, google adsense.&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/5637778530785161981-4029061209238138976?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4029061209238138976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4029061209238138976' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4029061209238138976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4029061209238138976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-bye-advertisements.html' title='Bye Bye Advertisements'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2278725717396003832</id><published>2007-06-25T11:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:49:39.554+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Stupid, Chacha.com :-X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rn9eaiZc6WI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_Nxq10JO58U/s1600-h/Looking%20Up.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079882714700376418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rn9eaiZc6WI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_Nxq10JO58U/s400/Looking%2520Up.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine, is mad about blogging and net surfing. Every other day he comes up with some new funny site URL.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday he suggested me chacha.com, some new award winner search site. Award winner, because they have personalized the search. Every time you type some thing to search, they will ask if you need more help, than chat live with a guide. By clicking on that a chat window opens, and you chat to someone, to get more accurate results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed my friend’s name, and in chat window i told this person i am looking for the contact details of a friend of mine. A long lost friend. First of all its very slow. One can easily get irritated just waiting for the person to reply. To my surprise they displayed a page saying you are using abusive language and logged me out, and have written if it’s sent to you by mistake then please write to us at abuse_resolution@chacha.com, we will check at our end. I have sent an email to them on Friday its Monday today no reply from their end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why would some one search through them. To wait endlessly for results or to get logged off and to add insult to injuries display some page saying you are being abusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the chat with the guide--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Connecting ...&lt;br /&gt;Status: Looking for a guide ...&lt;br /&gt;Status: Connected to guide: Ken(84170)&lt;br /&gt;Ken(84170): Welcome to ChaCha!&lt;br /&gt;Ken(84170): Hi&lt;br /&gt;Ken(84170): How may i assist you?&lt;br /&gt;You: hi&lt;br /&gt;You: can u find contact details of&lt;br /&gt;You: palin&lt;br /&gt;You: palin ningthoujam?&lt;br /&gt;Ken(84170): sure&lt;br /&gt;Ken(84170): let me look that for you&lt;br /&gt;You: thnx&lt;br /&gt;You: who long would it take??&lt;br /&gt;Ken(84170): There you go&lt;br /&gt;Ken(84170): Have a good day&lt;br /&gt;Ken(84170): Please RATE ME. Thanks for using ChaCha.&lt;br /&gt;Status: Session ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-2278725717396003832?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2278725717396003832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2278725717396003832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2278725717396003832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2278725717396003832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/friend-of-mine-is-mad-about-blogging.html' title='Stupid, Chacha.com :-X'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rn9eaiZc6WI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_Nxq10JO58U/s72-c/Looking%2520Up.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7504745806336906239</id><published>2007-06-23T04:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:14:02.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>another meme - viralink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnxOjCZc6UI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dqUwHFbYLYI/s1600-h/angelface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnxOjCZc6UI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dqUwHFbYLYI/s400/angelface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079020843613088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another meme from &lt;a href="http://www.andy-coates.com/blog/2007/05/22/viralink-this-will-increase-your-page-rank/"&gt;Andy Coates&lt;/a&gt;....cool one :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know how this works, head over to his blog for the detailed explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;———copy and paste the Viralink and instructions below this line———&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Below is a matrix of 120 stars, I have already added a link to my blog onto one of the stars, all you need to do is copy and paste the grid into your blog and add your own link to one of the other spare stars, and tell others to do the same!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viralink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wampago.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adgridwork.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlinecashflow.org/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://zr5.net/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cashmoneyz.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://funnyjokes4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vi-su.de/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://theresabloginmysoup.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.richminx.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://courtneytuttle.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://reviewsandpreviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://founderscafe.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anitokid.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savvyaffiliate.com/Blog"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebrokenbow.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiokculture.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://plusultrapics.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysilentcuffs.wordpress.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tutorialvine.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mskzalameda.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshoptutorials.dk/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kabayan-junction.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngadutrafik2007.tungmung.co.id/" href="http://abuboo.blogspot.com"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://how-to-makemoneyonline.blogspot.com/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ryanshamus.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jehzlau.blogspot.com/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariuca.blogspot.com/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariuca.blogspot.com/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technobuzz.net/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aaa-copywriter.it/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialmediamunching.blogspot.com/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://earnmoneyoninternet.wordpress.com/2007/06/18/a-cool-tool-for-increasing-your-blog-rankings/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://simfin.blogspot.com/2007/06/yet-another-tool-for-increasing-your.html" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3eye-desinet1.blogspot.com/2007/06/improve-your-blog-ranking-with-this.html" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaskinracing.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://webtools-desinet1.blogspot.com/2007/06/improve-rankings-with-this-tool.html" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariucasperfume.blogspot.com/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedget.info/2007/06/put-viral-tag-to-increase-pr-page-rank.html" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linkrambler.org/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tobsy.de/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alexradich.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://afterlight.110mb.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemoneywithkassper.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanessabyers.net/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lasilasi.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;****&lt;a href="http://www.stephenwelton.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.aaa-copywriter.it/news.htm" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.calvinharvey.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://jakeldaily.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;a href="http://wotzcool.com/blog"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.fanaticspace.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;a href="http://www.andy-coates.com/blog"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;a href="http://redsnuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.idiotbrain.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.screenwriterguy.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatreich.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasonaclark.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mayenskie.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://elmoskablogblogan.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://buzzingbell.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://danielhonigman.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://miteshasher.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howtospoter.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.clsyee.blogspot.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;****&lt;a href="http://bloggertrip.com/"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.iamnotashamed.net/2007/06/13/viral-link-idea/" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moderngoddessonline.com/blog/?p=93" rel="dofollow"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.iamnotashamed.net/2007/06/13/viral-link-idea/" rel="dofollow"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I receive a ping back once you have added the Viralink to your site I will add your link to this grid, and each person who copies the grid from here will also link to your site!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Porn Sites&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 link per person (i.e don't hog the viralink!)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tamper with other peoples url's&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;———copy and paste the Viralink and instructions above this line———&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Let's get share some link love again :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more request is that you can leave a comment here so that I'm doubly sure that you have linked me, before I can see your linkback on Google or Technorati. Cheers.&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/5637778530785161981-7504745806336906239?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7504745806336906239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7504745806336906239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7504745806336906239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7504745806336906239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-meme-viralink.html' title='another meme - viralink'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnxOjCZc6UI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dqUwHFbYLYI/s72-c/angelface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-874252791469620280</id><published>2007-06-23T03:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:15:53.920+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Spreading links with viral tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnxBkiZc6TI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ftKq-YMHuXg/s1600-h/spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079006575731730738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnxBkiZc6TI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ftKq-YMHuXg/s400/spongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends are joining the blog memes around....it's time I join one. Sounds like fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is by Jimmy from Founder's Cafe. The rules are simple. Copy and paste the link below, put it on your blog and leave me a comment, and I'll link to you as well. Enjoy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;========= Copy and Paste below this line ==========&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;ins datetime="2007-06-07T04:24:41+00:00"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.)&lt;/strong&gt; Copy and paste the matrix of “ViralTags” below courtesy of &lt;a href="http://founderscafe.com/"&gt;Founders Cafe&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;to support Jimmy’s quest of launching his own Internet Startup with a shoestring budget, please consider subscribing to his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FoundersCafe"&gt;Full RSS Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see his triumps and struggles in real time&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Substitute the Host Tag&lt;/strong&gt; and one of the “Viral Tags” in the matrix with your anchor text of choice with your blog’s URL. Please keep anchor text to a &lt;strong&gt;max of 3 words&lt;/strong&gt; to keep the matrix size manageable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.)&lt;/strong&gt; When you get a ping back from someone that has your link in one of their “Viral Tags”, practice good karma by copying his/her Host Tag’s anchor text (automatically the associated link will also be copied) and paste it over one of your “Viral Tags” below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.)&lt;/strong&gt; Encourage and invite your readers to do the same and soon this can grow virally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;ins datetime="2007-06-07T03:48:27+00:00"&gt;Host Tag&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Butterfly Feelings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://founderscafe.com/about-this-blog/"&gt;International City Travel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zr5.net/"&gt;Asian Celebrity News&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.andydang.com/"&gt;One Million Shirts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://techathand.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tech at Hand&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.richminx.com/"&gt;Rich Minx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://wissenbelastet.com/"&gt;Internet Marketing Austria&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.growingbeauty-full.com/"&gt;Ageless Beauty&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tutorialvine.com/"&gt;Web 2.0 Tutorials&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.newsome.org/"&gt;Technology Music Life&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://infokarir.blogspot.com/"&gt;infokarir jobs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://manila-mom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Manila Mom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thenextcorner.com/"&gt;Link Love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theresabloginmysoup.com/"&gt;Blogging Money Secret&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://founderscafe.com/"&gt;Internet Startup Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deezar.net/"&gt;Web Design Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.westxdesign.com/blend/"&gt;Daily Life Technology&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://superbloggingtips.com/"&gt;Make Money Blogging&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://stevesblogen.i2mfan.com/"&gt;Steve’s Tech Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blackyard.net/"&gt;Agloco Internet Marketing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dailybulls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily Bulls Investing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.buzzingbell.com/"&gt;Tech Gadgets Stocks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.affiliatewatcher.com/"&gt;Affiliate Program&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://computer75.blogspot.com/"&gt;Computer Seventy-Five&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://onthewebed.com/"&gt;Learn about e-Learning&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tech-hack-gadget.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tech Hack Ramblings&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jackbook.com/"&gt;Jack Book&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.screenwriterguy.com/"&gt;Screen Writer Guy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://shiokculture.blogspot.com/"&gt;Overseas Filipino Worker&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags &lt;a href="http://founderscafe.com/"&gt;Startup Entrepreneur Money&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags ViralTags &lt;a href="http://www.andy-coates.com/blog/"&gt;Earn Money Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://fuery.com/"&gt;Really Smart Guy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://betshopboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Earn Income Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.daymindxpression.com/"&gt;Day Mind Xpression&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imakesmoney.com/"&gt;Entrepreneurship Internet Web&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chrissandberg.com/"&gt;Make Money Blogging&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bloggersjourney.com/"&gt;Create a Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://blowitoutyourpiehole.com/"&gt;Pie Hole&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Start a blog" href="http://courtneytuttle.com/2007/02/25/starting-a-blog-in-5263-words/"&gt;start a blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jakeldaily.com/"&gt;Make Money Blogging&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.calvinharvey.com/"&gt;Marketing Made Simple&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://rexduffdixon.com/"&gt;Tech Startups Web2.0&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://wampago.com/"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://staticthinkbox.com/"&gt;Static ThinkBox&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://jasonaclark.com/"&gt;Build Rankings Fast&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mrssparrow.com/"&gt;Mrs Sparrow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://my2centavosworth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hot Buzz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dietandweightlossprograms.com/"&gt;Weight Loss&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://funnyjokes4me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Really Funny Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://blogozine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Best of Blogs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thejunkyswife.com/"&gt;Heroin Addiction Codependence&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.vi-su.de/"&gt;Internet Marketing German&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tobsy.de/"&gt;German - USA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://wotzcool.com/blog/"&gt;Domain Development Blogs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sundhedoghelbred.dk/"&gt;Sundhed og Helbred&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.givinglinklove.com/"&gt;Giving Link Love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://natewhitehill.com/"&gt;Business Blog Web&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.photoshoptutorials.dk/"&gt;Photoshop Tutorials&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://anitokid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anitokid Chronikos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://klapkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Klapkids Chronikos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://softhub.blogspot.com/"&gt;esofthub’s web finds&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://blog.beyondthepod.com/"&gt;Everything iPod&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.j2fi.net/"&gt;Jason’s Random Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jonlee.ca/"&gt;Fun Web Development&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.0250k.com/"&gt;Monetize Your Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://scorpionade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yung Silent Whisper&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gregstratz.com/"&gt;Stratz’s Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://horeki.com/"&gt;My Journey&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;a href="http://www.fresh-perspectives.net/"&gt;Blogging for Money&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thebeginning.co.uk/"&gt;Wealth Blog&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags &lt;a href="http://www.crispnetworks.com/"&gt;Gadgets &amp; Technology&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bmoneysavvy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Make Money Home&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags &lt;a href="http://thebrokenbow.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Broken Bow&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags ViralTags &lt;a href="http://www.fanaticspace.com/blog/"&gt;Fanatic Space&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://chuvachienes.com/"&gt;Cheezmizan with Chuva&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://succedeacatepol.splinder.com/"&gt;Catepol&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.paolo.valenti.name/"&gt;Wolly’s Weblog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://cmansmoneypages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Profitable Productive Blogging&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jayapurrs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cat on my Head&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggointestinale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bloggointestinale&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.2012movies.net/"&gt;2012 Movies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://oltrealtrove.wordpress.com/"&gt;iMod&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zarcone.it/"&gt;Lorad Zarcon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.samuelesilva.net/"&gt;Instruzioni&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sid05.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sid05 Weblog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.diegopetrucci.com/"&gt;Bayle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://randomaccesslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Random Access Life&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.indigitale.eu/"&gt;Mario’s Weblog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bonomomarco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acchiappasogni&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ilmatte81.eu/"&gt;Dietro e a Casa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.elizabeth-rose.info/"&gt;Make Money Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sciurapina.net/"&gt;Anchor Text&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://blog.alex2000.it/"&gt;Alex 2000&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.beautifulife.org/"&gt;My Life&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kclau.com/"&gt;Personal Finance&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hanneng.net/"&gt;Hanneng.net Tech Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.businesstwins.com/"&gt;Business Twins&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pixietail.com/"&gt;Pixie Tail&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://goldrushin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gold Rushing’s Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://blog.switchplanet.com/"&gt;Trade CDs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://businesschats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Business Chats&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://munny4hunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paid to Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://maxforas.2pt.net/" rel="nofollow"&gt;MAXFORAS&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;a href="http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Butterfly Feelings&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags ViralTags &lt;a href="http://www.mariucasperfume.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariuca’s Perfume Gallery&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://how-to-makemoneyonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Make Money Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jlsnet.co.uk/"&gt;JLS Cisco Networking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://miteshasher.blogspot.com/"&gt;Humor Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mik3.it/"&gt;Mik3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.loscreador.com/"&gt;Web2.0 Founder Interviews&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orient-lodge.com/"&gt;Political Social Media&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://revellian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Master Engrafter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://studs-cash-page.blogspot.com/"&gt;Making Money Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goldyworld.com/"&gt;GoldyWorld Fun&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://staticthinkbox.wordpress.com/"&gt;Static Thinkbox&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mariuca.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariuca&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://womangodsmasterpiece.blogspot.com/"&gt;Investing Women Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sexycel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sexy Celebrity &lt;/a&gt;ViralTags ViralTags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ViralTags &lt;a href="http://reynaelena.com/"&gt;Reyne Elena&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ofwcenter.com/"&gt;OFWC Center Blog&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ViralTags ViralTags &lt;a href="http://bu.bulicio.us/"&gt;Vic&lt;/a&gt; ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;a href="http://worldlifesite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tell no Lies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mcbilly.com/"&gt;McBilly’s Making Money&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://melovillareal.com/"&gt;Earn Money Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://davedragon.rilysi.com/"&gt;RideIt Like you StoleIt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.yoeru.com/"&gt;yoeru&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://makemoneywithkassper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Make Money Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.revellian.com/"&gt;Revellian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ez-profit.blogspot.com/"&gt;EZ Profit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bloggertrip.com/"&gt;Make Money Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.henkou.mykyoudo.com/"&gt;TeamKyoudo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://chewonthat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chew on That&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://diary-of-bad-girls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bad Girls Diary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://blog.collectednotes.com/"&gt;Chronic Headache&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.el-comentario.com/"&gt;El Commentario Diario&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://socialmediamunching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Social Media Munching&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://yasminjokes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Good Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.soapinmama.com/"&gt;Social Networking Mother&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://msuspartanssports.blogspot.com/"&gt;MSU Spartan Sports&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://soho-quest.blogspot.com/"&gt;The SOHO Quest&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.prosperityachiever.com/"&gt;Make Money Online&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://caribbeanandcentralamericatravel.com/"&gt;Caribbean Travel Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jehzlau.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jehzlau Concepts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.shimmerp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nonsense &amp;amp; Tears&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pocketsermon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Time Clock Software&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://livewyre.blogspot.com/"&gt;SEO Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://nihalsanythingneverything.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anything and Everything&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://eddiejohn66.blogspot.com/"&gt;Father of One&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://thingsbymike.com/"&gt;Web Comic Artist&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://johnjustice32.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justice Investmets&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pysih.com/"&gt;Terrible Horrible Evil&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://russianjokes.alexradich.com/"&gt;Russian Jokes Videos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.alexradich.com/"&gt;Personal Development Blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags ViralTags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;ins datetime="2007-06-07T03:48:27+00:00"&gt;Important:&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Once I get a ping back from you (I promise to do the best I can), I will add your anchor text and the associated link you designate as “Host Tag” here, replacing one of the “ViralTags” from the matrix above. As more and more bloggers copy and paste this matrix, the more backlinks you will have with your anchor text. If everybody who copy and paste from your blog does the same, pretty soon this will spread and go viral. So, the sooner you participate, the more links with anchor text you will receive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;======== Copy and Paste from Above this line ========&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Let's get some link love.&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/5637778530785161981-874252791469620280?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/874252791469620280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=874252791469620280' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/874252791469620280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/874252791469620280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/spreading-links-with-viral-tags.html' title='Spreading links with viral tags'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnxBkiZc6TI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ftKq-YMHuXg/s72-c/spongebob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7761713834459262001</id><published>2007-06-22T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:56:56.049+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Thanks Spartan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuKoyZc6NI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o0km9-WbjpE/s1600-h/carrygirl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078805438118291666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuKoyZc6NI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o0km9-WbjpE/s400/carrygirl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Spartan ,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a wonderful surprise. I could not believe my eyes when I opened my blog today. Wow it looks beautiful, infact as you say beautiful is an understatement. I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for revamping my boring blog in to a cool one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so sweet, and yes you’re a great cook too, of course caring, loving, but a little sadduuu. Thanks for every thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots Palin, be nice, cute and loving to me always. Chupee, chupee, chupee...Eina nangbu yamnaa nungshi :-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-7761713834459262001?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7761713834459262001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7761713834459262001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7761713834459262001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7761713834459262001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-spartan.html' title='Thanks Spartan!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuKoyZc6NI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o0km9-WbjpE/s72-c/carrygirl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-9154830009428178174</id><published>2007-06-21T15:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:55:40.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Searching for a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuKECZc6MI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kNWekDvGvJg/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078804806758099138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuKECZc6MI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kNWekDvGvJg/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnpJOyZc6II/AAAAAAAAAOo/Xwo8NF4VZOU/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking at the moment that, we spend almost all the time we have in our office with our colleagues than how can we have best friends out of office? Who can know us more than our colleagues? Now when I have realized this, I am looking for friends in my office. Some one whom, I can trust explicitly. Who can trust me with every thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets where that friend of mine is hiding?&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/5637778530785161981-9154830009428178174?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9154830009428178174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=9154830009428178174' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/9154830009428178174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/9154830009428178174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/searching-for-friend.html' title='Searching for a friend'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuKECZc6MI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kNWekDvGvJg/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-9050582274298904470</id><published>2007-06-19T09:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:54:41.662+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>So Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RndZnyZc6HI/AAAAAAAAAOg/C3qcgIXm-5Q/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RndZnyZc6HI/AAAAAAAAAOg/C3qcgIXm-5Q/s400/123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077625644961818738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the weather has done its wonder on me; I am in cheered up mood. Happy about absolutely nothing, and believe me it’s such a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes a friend of mine (Anupam) has promised to gift me a Great Dane. I checked out this dog’s pictures on the net as I had no idea what a Great Dane looks like. I was more than happy to see it. It’s a fabulous, huge dog. Wow. The whole evening I was planning that how am I going to take care of it, train it, and stuff... Funniest part is I even dreamt about it. This cute little puppy shitting all over my room.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to have this puppy, I am also thinking about what name to give him. Thanks Anupam in advance for this :). Well I am writing your name and thanks so that you don’t break your promise. Smart trick, isn’t it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks good for making me so happy, for making me so privileged, and for every thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-9050582274298904470?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9050582274298904470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=9050582274298904470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/9050582274298904470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/9050582274298904470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-happy.html' title='So Happy'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RndZnyZc6HI/AAAAAAAAAOg/C3qcgIXm-5Q/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7238085979589665173</id><published>2007-06-18T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:52:12.385+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Bullshit People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuHJyZc6LI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ghEh7OV6VkE/s1600-h/cute_sad_anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078801607007463602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuHJyZc6LI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ghEh7OV6VkE/s400/cute_sad_anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I have changed the name of my blog. It’s kind of attempt to run away from some people, let's see how successful would I be. Saturday and Sunday were very very lazy days. Almost slept the whole day, but this slow lazy weekend was really good after a mad week (working week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt there is no use of paying attention to people, who are too occupied with them selves or their hobbies. This particular person told me that people should not meet every day and should pursue their hobbies. So I asked him, does it mean you will not get married at all, as than you will have to see your wife every day? And as far as giving space is concerned, you hardly speak to me during the day. You call me for half an hour at night and than blog till 2:30 -3 at night, on weekends you wake up around 2:30, 3 o'clock as you were surfing till late night. Then once you are through with other things in your life you call me at 6 in the evening and ask me to meet you. How much more space do you want, and you still think that you can’t breath, you are suffocated, and you can’t take decisions in your life. How funny. But now I have given all the space to this person, as I have decided not to speak to him ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I was not feeling bad after listening to all this bullshit. Infact I am in a god mood. Working happily and looking forward for good things in life.&lt;br /&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/5637778530785161981-7238085979589665173?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7238085979589665173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7238085979589665173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7238085979589665173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7238085979589665173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/bullshit-people.html' title='Bullshit People'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuHJyZc6LI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ghEh7OV6VkE/s72-c/cute_sad_anime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1114896817907527183</id><published>2007-06-15T10:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:50:19.405+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Happy To Have You Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuLAyZc6OI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uQww8BNFR_4/s1600-h/DancingHeart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078805850435152098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuLAyZc6OI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uQww8BNFR_4/s400/DancingHeart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to have you back, i had no idea that you mean so much to me. But once i deleted you i felt like i have killed my best friend. How know so much about me and familiar with all my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;:-*&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks a ton to Blogger for restoring it. :-*&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/5637778530785161981-1114896817907527183?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1114896817907527183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1114896817907527183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1114896817907527183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1114896817907527183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-to-have-you-back.html' title='Happy To Have You Back'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuLAyZc6OI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uQww8BNFR_4/s72-c/DancingHeart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3061699975870052024</id><published>2007-06-12T15:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:48:54.740+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Shrek OR Pirates of the Caribbean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5vsyZc6DI/AAAAAAAAAOE/v9DbL9ywJJQ/s1600-h/Shrek-3-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5vsyZc6DI/AAAAAAAAAOE/v9DbL9ywJJQ/s400/Shrek-3-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075116645326579762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5v4yZc6EI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TAoTEYLbt5k/s1600-h/pirates-of-the-caribbean-3-at-world-s-end-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5v4yZc6EI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TAoTEYLbt5k/s400/pirates-of-the-caribbean-3-at-world-s-end-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075116851485009986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Shrek -3 and Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End on the weekend. Well i found shrek better than Pirates of the Caribbean. Though Shrek- 3 is not as funny as the earlier two parts, nor there is shrek - Fiona spark like in part 1 and 2. But still it's worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End huh, it should have been named at the &lt;strong&gt;wit’s end&lt;/strong&gt;. If you have not seen earlier two parts don’t feel bad, you still would have been equally confused. This movie is nothing but a piece of mess. I regretted spending 150 bucks on this, over plotted joyless movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these movies I would say law of diminishing returns in its full force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3061699975870052024?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3061699975870052024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3061699975870052024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3061699975870052024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3061699975870052024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/shrek-or-pirates-of-caribbean.html' title='Shrek OR Pirates of the Caribbean'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5vsyZc6DI/AAAAAAAAAOE/v9DbL9ywJJQ/s72-c/Shrek-3-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5605374653043155666</id><published>2007-06-12T12:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:50:27.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>How does my blog look?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5LECZc6CI/AAAAAAAAAN8/T_WHBBpIJ2k/s1600-h/1234.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5LECZc6CI/AAAAAAAAAN8/T_WHBBpIJ2k/s400/1234.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075076362828310562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, How's my blog looking? Is it looking better or shall i go back to old style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to hurt you. Please forgive me. i am sorry that i keep on writing bad things about you. But i know you are the best guy. So caring and loving. Just a little grumpy ;-). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world can wait out side my office every day ? Who can put up to all my stupid and  repetitive questions every time? Who can take  all the responsibility of being mature in the relation? Who can care for me more then you do? I know you love me a lot. I love you too more then anything. But its just that you stay so strong every time, i fear my being there or not being there in your life does not affect you. But now that we have spoken about it yesterday, i know i &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; matter to you :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to hurt you, and i promise i will keep on saying sorry every time i hurt you, as we both know we can not help but hurt each other :)&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots Spartan.&lt;br /&gt;:-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5605374653043155666?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5605374653043155666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5605374653043155666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5605374653043155666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5605374653043155666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-does-my-blog-look.html' title='How does my blog look?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5LECZc6CI/AAAAAAAAAN8/T_WHBBpIJ2k/s72-c/1234.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6617893811325982365</id><published>2007-06-11T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:51:00.282+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Learn to love yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5CNiZc5-I/AAAAAAAAANc/uuaiiGObvF8/s1600-h/FAERYBLUEMOON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5CNiZc5-I/AAAAAAAAANc/uuaiiGObvF8/s400/FAERYBLUEMOON.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075066630432417762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lesson from a friend that as long as you don't let go of something, how would u ever know if u deserve or can get some thing better. It’s so true but then it’s easy to say then practice. Just imagine you are in love with some one who doesn't care about you much or doesn’t pays as much attention as you deserve, but then  you are deep in love with that person. Can you leave him/her to get /find some one better??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone would do it, to be put correctly can do it. Only time can teach us how to let go of such people. As I believe its better to get hurt once and cry our heart out then getting hurt every day, because this person did not do some thing he/ she should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all should learn to love or not to love some body according to how we are being treated. I don't believe in philosophy like we shall love people irrespective of how they treat us. One should learn to love oneself, and once you have learned the art, no one can possibly hurt you, as you would not let anyone hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the time we don't learn to love our self we can keep our self occupied so that we don't think too much about the person concerned. As we start decreasing the time we give to this person, we start becoming independent. We depend lesser on this person which is a great achievement, and then one fine day we become free bird. Then no such person ever matters to us. So the aim is to become a free bird, now whatever path you chose depends on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6617893811325982365?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6617893811325982365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6617893811325982365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6617893811325982365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6617893811325982365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/learn-to-love-oneself.html' title='Learn to love yourself'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5CNiZc5-I/AAAAAAAAANc/uuaiiGObvF8/s72-c/FAERYBLUEMOON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2004581567155793210</id><published>2007-06-06T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Horrible day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5DTyZc6AI/AAAAAAAAANs/lnSqRLox-qE/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5DTyZc6AI/AAAAAAAAANs/lnSqRLox-qE/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075067837318227970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was horrible day. was working like an ass the whole day, was working on 4 clients. My god some time wonders what does these people expect out of me?? world?? so many calls from clients from other offices from journalists, ohhh felt like a call center employee. Dont have any energy left to speak. :(. writing this post that latter on i could remember that i worked so much and what a day it was. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time i think i am not able to make some people understand. I don't mean to interview anyone, but i think i tend to forget sometimes that i don't have no right on anyone to ask them even simple questions like why did you call me?? or you angry.&lt;br /&gt;but thats what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now listening to "Had a Bad Day song" and "every breath you take". finding these songs very soothing. Don't know what is wrong now a days with a Friend of mine and i , we end up fighting for trivial things. Is there lack of understanding or i dont know if some kind of hint. What ever it is i am not ready for it. But then its life and fate so why would any one listen to me i am to insignificant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wonder sometimes what is it Thai mata has in mind for me. Why have i become to emotionaly weak now a days. Why do i cry on every time on such things when i know some people are rude they don't care about other's emotions and they find emotional people fool, weak and unhappy from within , and emotions are nothing but dramas and tantrums for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be strong, but in vain. Where is that real me who used to be very strong? Gotta find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough being depressing, anyways who cares!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;lets see what lies ahead for me.... has to be something good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-2004581567155793210?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2004581567155793210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2004581567155793210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2004581567155793210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2004581567155793210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/horrible-day.html' title='Horrible day'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rm5DTyZc6AI/AAAAAAAAANs/lnSqRLox-qE/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7659571081761510544</id><published>2007-06-05T13:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Back 2 Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RmUgniZc59I/AAAAAAAAANU/9tbsTpXr3HU/s1600-h/himachal2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RmUgniZc59I/AAAAAAAAANU/9tbsTpXr3HU/s400/himachal2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072496418923276242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work. Been to Himachal my home town for five days. Weather was so pleasant, we had to take blanket at night. Met my relatives after a long long time. Wow it felt good.On Friday we went to Murarati Devi, which is at the peak of a very high mountain. Road was horrible, but it was fun going there. View from the top( murari devi temple) was beautiful, we could see Sundernagar Lake, and lot of other places( i don't know the names) from there. On Saturday we visited THAI MATA, my favourite goddess. As usual i asked for lot of things from her. Which i am sure i will get and i dont get them i would get something better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back on Monday morning, and i could not even take an off as i had lot of work in office. So while working my beautiful Himachal was flashing on the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what to do??.... Ohh just remember i have  lot of work lined up.&lt;br /&gt;Should get back to it, if i don't wish to stay back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-7659571081761510544?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7659571081761510544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7659571081761510544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7659571081761510544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7659571081761510544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-2-work.html' title='Back 2 Work'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RmUgniZc59I/AAAAAAAAANU/9tbsTpXr3HU/s72-c/himachal2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1506827415162927034</id><published>2007-05-28T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Wat do u do when ur sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuMNiZc6PI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-MiyRT2OFmg/s1600-h/anime-onegaitwins1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078807168990111986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuMNiZc6PI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-MiyRT2OFmg/s400/anime-onegaitwins1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;what do u guys do when your sad, feeling low, and feels like if the whole world is after you to let you down??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;music really cheer me up. Just some time back i was crying feeling low, and now I'm high spirited girl once again, listening to rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do u guys do when feeling low??&lt;br /&gt;Eat chocolates,&lt;br /&gt;Go shopping,&lt;br /&gt;Chat over phone for hours and hours&lt;br /&gt;watch movie&lt;br /&gt;curse the one responsible for this&lt;br /&gt;cry in a corner&lt;br /&gt;Wat Wat Wat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers...&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling, and winking:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1506827415162927034?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1506827415162927034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1506827415162927034' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1506827415162927034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1506827415162927034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/wat-do-u-do-when-ur-sad.html' title='Wat do u do when ur sad?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuMNiZc6PI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-MiyRT2OFmg/s72-c/anime-onegaitwins1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6277714056086135204</id><published>2007-05-28T14:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.420+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Just wat i wanted :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuVMiZc6QI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yntxajjUIk4/s1600-h/crying_smoonlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078817047414892802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuVMiZc6QI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yntxajjUIk4/s400/crying_smoonlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just in this post i am going to write about some one , once and for all. story begins some thing like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met through his blog, became friend and then more then just friends. He would chat with me during the day on Gmail, and would call me at night (as he would be very busy during the day) talk a lot about what we will do together, go camping, spend night looking at stars, and lot of good things. But as soon as i got in to relation ship with him, he was too busy to chat, but still would call me as usual at night only night. So i started saying call me during the day too, if not for long then just for a minute to say hi. So after much hue and cry he started that, he would call me in the morning around 10:30 for a minute and say hi, how are u , ok bye continue working. And some times during lunch(1 min.) to inquire had lunch?? and then would come to pick me in the evening and drop me home. But some times he would hardly talk as he would be tired just pick me from my office and drop me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked him to call me for 5 minutes, all i asked was to call me twice a day even for a minute just to say hi, but may be that was too much of asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once hooked to his net he would not even care to send a msg to me, and initially i used to call him once a while during the day but all the time he would be very busy so i stoped calling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sent me a msg around one at night on Friday" hi sweets i have messed up my website big time, i hope i have kept a backup in my office so tomorrow i will go to office in morning and check" So he went to office, worked on his site and did not bother to send me a msg only the whole day, and den called me around quarter to five and asked hey u going for ur guitar class... i ll come to pick u. i said no no u work on ur blog i will come back on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he came to pick me around 6, 6:15 and then we go to reliance store as his data card was giving some problems. I sat in his car when he went to the store, as i wanted to stay alone, all this time i was thinking what has happned to me, y do i let this guy treat me like an option, when nothing better to do then he come to see me or call me. So i decided i have had enough, so once he was back in his car i asked him to drop me at a bus stand , but at a jamm(before bus stand) i got off his car took my guitar, and took an auto home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not call me after that, then when he was tired of his blogging his net surfing , have had enough of sleep, he started sending me msgs at night(on Sunday, after a day and a night), dat y are u always angry with me? wat did i do.... so after some time i msged back...hey you must have had sleep all day, blogged all evening now when ur not sleepy don't you have some thing better to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today he sent me the most rude email of my life, telling me that Know what, you only know what you want..what you want and what you want...... and if i don't love my self, no one can make me happy...as im not happy from with in... i want him to Call me in the morning, call me in noon, meet me in the evening, call me before sleeping...is there anything I can do besides this relationship in my life?...I don't need all this nonsense in this world. You have placed yourself against the website as if it is some sort of 'other girl' in my life. I have never seen someone getting insecure over her boyfriend's hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know wat the most stupid and silly thing is that it made me cry....when i should not have given a damn, how silly of some one to even think that i would be jealous of his blogg, OMG...but then dont we learn from our mistakes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6277714056086135204?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6277714056086135204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6277714056086135204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6277714056086135204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6277714056086135204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-wat-i-wanted.html' title='Just wat i wanted :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuVMiZc6QI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yntxajjUIk4/s72-c/crying_smoonlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3207158135728187238</id><published>2007-05-27T17:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:50:27.236+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Its My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuZySZc6SI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QJUIWpMueG8/s1600-h/shouting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078822094001465634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuZySZc6SI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QJUIWpMueG8/s400/shouting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While deleting my blog posts i realised it was not actually about my life, it was not my blog only। In every post it was talking about someone else। &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now its going to be mine only mine blog। About me me me and me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to think of it, who so ever it was talking about was part of my life only? So technically speaking it was not talking about some one else. Then why do some people try to fuck around for nothing. Do people have nothing else to do in life then making other’s like miserable, and than they tell you that your not happy from with in. In fact such people are the one who are bloody sad unhappy from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway life must go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3207158135728187238?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3207158135728187238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3207158135728187238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3207158135728187238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3207158135728187238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-my-blog.html' title='Its My Blog'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuZySZc6SI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QJUIWpMueG8/s72-c/shouting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2378166219668444393</id><published>2007-05-27T17:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.420+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Pheww Tired</title><content type='html'>oh tired of deleting my blog posts, already deleted 23 posts, don't know how many more to go.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....reason?? Trying to start my life once again from de start. so let bygones be bygones. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey yesterday was my first guitar class. know what my batch mates are 2nd and 3rd standard kids...what a luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have lot to write...would write soon :)&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-2378166219668444393?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2378166219668444393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2378166219668444393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2378166219668444393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2378166219668444393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/pheww-tired.html' title='Pheww Tired'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-279062955915541858</id><published>2007-05-18T17:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:52:01.043+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><title type='text'>Learning Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rk2diDUdiaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oFqMZd4pzGo/s1600-h/Duc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rk2diDUdiaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oFqMZd4pzGo/s400/Duc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065878364193917346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh such a boring day. :( looking forward to the coming week when i would sign up for guitar classes. Wow, finally i am going to learn guitar, i always wanted to. Then i would sit for hours and play on and on. hmmm now this is cheering me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-279062955915541858?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/279062955915541858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=279062955915541858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/279062955915541858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/279062955915541858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/learning-guitar.html' title='Learning Guitar'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rk2diDUdiaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/oFqMZd4pzGo/s72-c/Duc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-269559138577164553</id><published>2007-05-16T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:55:18.955+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Funny turns Life takes</title><content type='html'>Wow, its raining. Cool. I am here in my ofiice working like a slave. How i wish some time, i were a bird, or an animal. Life would have been so free and good. I could do what ever i wanted to do. No rules, No work, no peer pressure, no nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-269559138577164553?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/269559138577164553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=269559138577164553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/269559138577164553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/269559138577164553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny-turns-life-takes.html' title='Funny turns Life takes'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1347148015556990136</id><published>2007-05-16T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.420+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>What to write?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rkrz-jUdiYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gnwHnp_CIyM/s1600-h/devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rkrz-jUdiYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gnwHnp_CIyM/s400/devil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065128986890045826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been long since i have not written anything. and i would like to justify this,so the reason for me  not been able to write anything&lt;br /&gt;1) Too much work[:(]&lt;br /&gt;2) Paying lot of attention to my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;3) Nothing to write about[;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i still have work but then i realise i can always squeeze out 10 minutes for my darling blog(whom no one read, as its not public) &lt;br /&gt;Had fight with my so called boyfriend and we are not  talking to each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And the third point, one can write about anything, there are thousands of things in life you can write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm writing right now[;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have finally decided to make my blog public.  I know lot of people are going to hate me and ask me to delete this boring, blog, but i am not going to delete it and i don't plan to bore people to death, but irony is that i always end up doing so.&lt;br /&gt;So much for this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1347148015556990136?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1347148015556990136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1347148015556990136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1347148015556990136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1347148015556990136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-to-write.html' title='What to write?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rkrz-jUdiYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gnwHnp_CIyM/s72-c/devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1843303533014469237</id><published>2007-05-04T12:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:05:30.884+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Goa Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RkryRjUdiXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/P4nTeSJGKdo/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065127114284304754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RkryRjUdiXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/P4nTeSJGKdo/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey we went to Goa for AGM, on 27th April, and were there till 29th April. I enjoyed the trip immensely thought i missed Sanna continuously. On Friday (the very same day) Mumbai team has held the party and the theme was p3 party, and me being an idiot did not carry any dress for the event. While my roommates were taking beautiful dress out of there bags I was fiddling with my bag. So, all these girls were dressed up in trendy one piece dresses, and were putting on makeup and jewels, there i  was drying my ***with iron (Sporshi's Iron, thank god! she carried one), because I had forget to take ***s too…. And I had drenched the only one, which I was wearing, while frolcking in sea. Anyway I finally dry up my darling red ***, and wore a simple stupid pink tee and pair it up with a black skirt. But to my amazement no one was interested in who’s wearing what and this was a great ego booster for me. We danced the night away and people hardly had time to look at anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day again we went to the beach, and obviously I again had to dry my red darling. AGM was in the morning. All the heads made presentation on what were their achievements and lacking in the year gone by and set target for themselves in the current year. It was so boring and we were very tired that we almost slept during the presentation. We were the host for the Saturday night party and the theme was “RETRO”. Being the host I was absolutely ready for the party. We spent the whole day practicing and deciding what are we going to do, Yes we had not plan the party in advance. But people come up with a terrific plan at the last movement, and it was decided that I have to dance on three song numbers without even my consent. After mild no- no i agreed to dance. We played a skit full of dance numbers and every one appreciated it. A lot of people walk up to me and told me that I am a terrific dancer, well these compliments made my dance and toil I put in worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach three times, in three days. We went for water sports like Banana Ride and speed boat ride. I almost broke my leg too in the sea as one of the girl fall on me while our ride get toppled in the sea. But all in all it was a full of fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my company for such a wonderful trip. And yes Sporshi and i even fought but are still good friends. Goa trip infact brought us closer.&lt;br /&gt;wat say sporshi??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1843303533014469237?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1843303533014469237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1843303533014469237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1843303533014469237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1843303533014469237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/goa-trip.html' title='Goa Trip'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RkryRjUdiXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/P4nTeSJGKdo/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1647316758602883801</id><published>2007-03-23T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.421+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>:-( Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuXBCZc6RI/AAAAAAAAAPw/35JqmgqlBv8/s1600-h/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078819048869652754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuXBCZc6RI/AAAAAAAAAPw/35JqmgqlBv8/s400/crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why im in dis state of mind? wat should i do y i want to go to some unknown place, sit dere alone, play "u had a bad day" song, do nothing but to stare blankly at sky and far far away. im in such a bad mood today. Where is the happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1647316758602883801?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1647316758602883801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1647316758602883801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1647316758602883801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1647316758602883801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=':-( Sad'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RnuXBCZc6RI/AAAAAAAAAPw/35JqmgqlBv8/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-655772468086559099</id><published>2007-03-23T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.421+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Confusing Wat Is Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RgPE3ho0aJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RefT0e2NLtg/s1600-h/lain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RgPE3ho0aJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RefT0e2NLtg/s400/lain2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045092465786513554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sometimes so confusing. My mommy doesn't like this guy. May be because there is lot of cultural difference, and he is the oldest,got lot of responsibilities, and all . my Jiju who said, he will always be on my said, actually think i cant survive with him, so many things, marriage is one big decision and wat not. My colleagues think that i should sit and think over it. i should not make my parents unhappy, they the only one who actually love me, and they have a valid point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, its my life yaar. Let me decide for my self. Well the question is wat is it i want..hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey okey....lets do this, how about i stop talking to this guy for a week, and c if i miss him or not. The stupid filmy think like, think who do u want to spend ur life with, who do u c ur self growing old wid does not work for me. I have to think ..think...but not in a mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be some time latter, or y to think at all, i will my destiny only. So time to cheer up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-655772468086559099?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/655772468086559099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=655772468086559099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/655772468086559099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/655772468086559099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/confusing-wat-is-real.html' title='Confusing Wat Is Real'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RgPE3ho0aJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RefT0e2NLtg/s72-c/lain2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-293821334129481554</id><published>2007-03-16T16:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.421+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Y am I Sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rfzp7hpZqPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NOwRDlHSyCc/s1600-h/cute+devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rfzp7hpZqPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NOwRDlHSyCc/s400/cute+devil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043162891601684722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant figure out the reason, y m i so sad? For some one who don't really care for me. Shame on me. May be this relation was never meant to be. May be he don't really need me. May be all this time i was clinging to him so much. I think he don't even like my company, i always knew some thing is wrong with me i am very difficult person, and no guy can ever be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i forget that he asked me out on Saturday, first time during the day around  1:30 or two o'clock. We covered about 32km(one way) for a movie hall but we could not get the tickets so he drove me back and asked me to go home.Its not he was busy or some thing but he said here is nothing to do so u go home, and i ll also go home and rest. I could simply make out he was too bore to talk to me. Otherwise who else will do that.Its like he don't like my company, and is very bored of me so he avoid meeting me during the day time. He will always fix a meeting around six or seven in the evening, have dinner and drop me home.&lt;br /&gt;My ego is completely crushed under his foot.i am like some toy to him. But i think i should now have some respect for my self, and leave dis guy alone. I have already disturbed him enough. Even if it make me sad...i dont have any other option. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for your time, but i dont need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you luck...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-293821334129481554?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/293821334129481554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=293821334129481554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/293821334129481554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/293821334129481554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/y-am-i-sad.html' title='Y am I Sad?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/Rfzp7hpZqPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NOwRDlHSyCc/s72-c/cute+devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6148611666655555188</id><published>2007-03-13T15:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:00:04.593+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>wow..wat a feeling :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfziaxpZqOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e6_xeZHXGjA/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043154632379574498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfziaxpZqOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e6_xeZHXGjA/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i come to office and saw the media activity docket, i was so angry.. i had to open it and then get lot of coverage’s pasted on our letter head , and the sequence was also not right :-X.. but i still did not say a single word and help this guy with every thing. Then after doing all that and handing over the presentation i made yesterday, my boss told me he will go alone for the meeting as he may need a backup so i had to stay back :X...&lt;br /&gt;.... still weather is very pleasant, so we( A friend &amp;amp; I) went out to have coffee, then suddenly we started talking about our love lives. and .&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what is it i like in him? and i said every thing ... i don't like his net surfing and bloggin, specially when he steal on my time for dis :) and he sleeping till 1:30 on holidays , when he is suppose to be up and ask me out:). i told her how cute is he, and how cute he looks when he mispronounce... :), and how we have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have met through some blog, and i missed my media rounds coz i loved chatting to him, and how i used to lie that i am married and have a kid too. Then on day he told me dat he is getting married and will be out of town for one month. Though i did not know him dat time but still felt little bad, but said ok and congratulated him.;-) then after some time he told me about him and give me his no. too. Then the other day i also gave him my no. and showed him my pict and he also showed me his pict on orkut, he was not looking good in that pict. and then we decided to meet one day, i was feeling if should go and meet him or not as i did not like his pict. ;-) but still i dont know y i went and met him. when i saw him i was so happy as he is very cute and "chinki"(dont kill me for addressing u as CHINKI)and den i was little scared as he gave me quite scary pict of manipur. Once i was home he called me and asked me if i am scared or if i don’t like him, and i said no im not scared and i like u . :-), we started sharing a lot of sms , once we were messaging, i got tiredso i called him and said im tired of typing msgs. and we started chatting and kept on talking till my balanced died. But then he called me and we spoke for a long time. Since den we start speaking every night. he even come to pick me all de way to my office which was very far  and i found it very cute. Though none of us would tell other that i love u, but i know we used to like each other a lot. Or why would he come down to pick me or call me without fail. I would wait for his call i used to sleep at nine o'clock but for his call i have waited till 1:30 at night :-). then every time at night i will ask him tell me ...tell me tell me ...and he would be like wat?? ru mad bella? go to sleep... and every morning i will send him message saying i m sorry for last night i dont mean anything. hahaha...so den he started asking me do u drink at night ?? idiot... :-) we will discuss that wat is happening it should not happen and we are fast but not say it..hahah...till one fine day we could not suppress it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love de way we met it may be little scary to meet some one u met on net and trust that person to sit in his car the very first time. But i did every thing i advise all my friends not to do...and im so happy that i did it...and i m so thank full to thai mata who made me meet him. I love u...:-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6148611666655555188?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6148611666655555188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6148611666655555188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6148611666655555188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6148611666655555188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/wowwat-feeling.html' title='wow..wat a feeling :-)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfziaxpZqOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e6_xeZHXGjA/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7190025432268073294</id><published>2007-03-12T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Wat a weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfVNTBpZqJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FI8rj9SM5Mk/s1600-h/V_rip_matleaf1tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfVNTBpZqJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FI8rj9SM5Mk/s400/V_rip_matleaf1tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041020347166075026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is very beautiful today...just rained about five minutes back. Its not cold but very pleasant,but the saddest part is i am sitting here in my office and working.[on blog ;-)]. i wish i could get my childhood days back, when we used to run through the field during rain(in Himachal)and play in muddy Paddy field, and get all dirty..wow those were absolutely beautiful days. I remember once i got a ghastly cut in my feet as i was not wearing shoes coz i wanted to feel the mud, and i did not even realised that i cut my foot till the time i saw blood...oh my god i was all bloody and i started crying awfully.:-) and scared all the kids.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, my mind seems to be taken up by the reminiscences of childhood gaiety and and anguish. [:)]...and its a beautiful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a grape vine (very old one) in our courtyard(Himachal), and as i was older to my brother by two and half years i could climb on it( infact a fig tree which dis vine has used for support) and my brother couldn't. So he would wait for me to throw grapes to him. So once i was up on the tree and my brother (whom i address as VEER) was waiting down, but i was being greedy eating all the big ones and was not throwing even a single grape to him. So after waiting for 15-20 minutes he got real pissed off wid me. He said either u throw so grapes or i am going to hit u with a stone, he was holding one pebble. So i said go ahead and started laughing on him as he was very young, and i though he couldn't hit me no matter how hard he try, but to my surprise he threw the stone on me which hit me right on my teeth and one of my front teeth fall down , while the other hung on as by 5% roots still attached. [:)] and i was bleeding like hell. Veer was very scared to see the blood and run away, as i was crying (in fact hauling) my mom came rushing, she was shocked to see me and asked wat happened, i depicted he whole story of course favouring to me :) den she pull of my other tooth too. and i was toothless for some moths and waited anxiously for new teeth. As for veeer...i actually don't remember if got the bashing or not..but I'm sure he must have got....&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-7190025432268073294?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7190025432268073294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7190025432268073294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7190025432268073294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7190025432268073294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/wat-weather.html' title='Wat a weather'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfVNTBpZqJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FI8rj9SM5Mk/s72-c/V_rip_matleaf1tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-311987366928315423</id><published>2007-03-11T22:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Women.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfQzZRpZqHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4R_TUKNBdLA/s1600-h/NobodysFool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfQzZRpZqHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4R_TUKNBdLA/s400/NobodysFool1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040710392261224562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women...ya dats wat I'm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know wat a woman want?? no no she don't want expensive gifts, eating out, watching movies, long drives...none of all these. Wat she want is time... emotional security. I know, only i can make myself happy. u dont need to tell me dis.Don't tell me wat should i do.. who should i go around wid, i can decide for my self. I know wat should i do wat i shouldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dont u know a woman can lead u to love...an den decide if to take u r leave u?? :-)&lt;br /&gt;do u think women are very weak?...think again...dey r not...dey r stronger den men..or y on de earth do u think god blessed women with ability to give birth?? She can care for u more den u yourself can...she can love u more den anything,even u cant  think of...but u know de irony only she can also break ur heart carelessly and laugh while u going through terrible pain....&lt;br /&gt;If she loves u don't think she is an idiot. U never know when she changes her mind...and become cruel. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-311987366928315423?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/311987366928315423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=311987366928315423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/311987366928315423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/311987366928315423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/women.html' title='Women.....'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfQzZRpZqHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4R_TUKNBdLA/s72-c/NobodysFool1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3362827866591074379</id><published>2007-03-09T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.423+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Happy Women's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfVytBpZqKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VMdfdhgZVX0/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfVytBpZqKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VMdfdhgZVX0/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041061475772901538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of fun yesterday (International women's day. All of us(my female colleagues)decided to wear skirts and some thing black...either the skirt or the top. &lt;br /&gt;But 3 of us ditched dem..i wore a dark blue denim skirt and pretend as if all this time i was thinking its black..and wore a pink tee[;-)]..one of the girl wore grey skrt fringed wit black lace &amp; white tee:) and another one of us [ditcher] wore some colour full skirt wid with one or two small black flower on it &amp; white Kurti ;) rest were wearing sum thing black...then we went out for lunch, and first time in my life i had Bacardi breezier.i was not high or something but my head became little heavy.Then we played some rock songs at office. latter in the evening he come to pick me. i introduced him to all my colleagues. then we(p.n &amp;i) had dinner at pizza hut and he dropped me home...so all in all yesterday was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- all my colleagues was saying dat i don't behave like girl, i don't stand, walk. talk or act like them:-X&lt;br /&gt;but den p.n. finds me very feminine...:-)...well dats more den enough for me. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3362827866591074379?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3362827866591074379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3362827866591074379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3362827866591074379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3362827866591074379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-womens-day.html' title='Happy Women&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfVytBpZqKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VMdfdhgZVX0/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5556393021806660848</id><published>2007-03-09T13:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:49:27.423+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Ok I Accept Im 1 Confused gal ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfEUeBpZqEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dh9fY-iRHMI/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfEUeBpZqEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dh9fY-iRHMI/s400/guitar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039831964075010114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just going through my blog and realised how confused and fickle minded person iam... making contradictory statements in every other post ;-). Hey but life is fun. and im such an idiot, i want to learn guitar, i even have one(gifted) but i still have not joined the classes.. spoke to a friend today over the phone and he said he will teach me ya ya he can play well, but i was scared to go to his place as he stay alone and im not very confortable as i dont know him to dat extent. so i asked him if its possible for him to come to some place where he can teach me...and he said yes ...[wow yes yes yes] so may be tomorrow we will meet and den he will teach me. anyway on monday or tuesday i ll take admission in guitar class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5556393021806660848?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5556393021806660848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5556393021806660848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5556393021806660848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5556393021806660848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-accept-im-one-confused-gal.html' title='Ok I Accept Im 1 Confused gal ;-)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/RfEUeBpZqEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dh9fY-iRHMI/s72-c/guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
