<?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-19349830</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:13:10.126+05:30</updated><category term='Party'/><category term='Picture'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Office'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='moment'/><category term='Agra'/><category term='grief'/><category term='Delhi'/><category term='vase'/><category term='Romantic'/><category term='phone'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='letter'/><category term='Marriott'/><category term='hookah'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='shades'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='Clubbing'/><category term='Bar'/><category term='call'/><category term='Taj Mahal'/><category term='Qutb Minar'/><category term='plane'/><category term='family'/><category term='Conference'/><category term='Flu'/><category term='Love'/><category term='sun'/><category term='Face reader'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='tear'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Car'/><category term='driving'/><category term='Goa'/><category term='Magic'/><category term='Bill Clinton'/><title type='text'>World of Noojes</title><subtitle type='html'>My world is a bubble...Don't go bursting it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-6328169692606782733</id><published>2009-05-19T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:21:38.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/ShLVZ_sG7GI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dz49Am7MK88/s1600-h/mavi+baby+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563150957341794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/ShLVZ_sG7GI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dz49Am7MK88/s320/mavi+baby+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/19349830-6328169692606782733?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/6328169692606782733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=6328169692606782733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/6328169692606782733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/6328169692606782733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/ShLVZ_sG7GI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dz49Am7MK88/s72-c/mavi+baby+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-2331330350963106102</id><published>2007-09-23T19:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:14:36.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Missing in Action</title><content type='html'>I should start by apologising for vanishing without a trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog started creating issues that I decided were not worth fighting over anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must clarify at this point that I am not sick, I am very well and healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the love and support over the last 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly miss blogging and ever so often there are words in my head that form into a blog and those are the moments I miss bloggerville the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made friends here...Some I have even met and for that I am ever so grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do email me or leave me messages here. I do check those from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-2331330350963106102?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/2331330350963106102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=2331330350963106102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/2331330350963106102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/2331330350963106102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/09/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in Action'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-709578130599355513</id><published>2007-05-26T12:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:36.893+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Snapshots from the anniversary of my 25th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfbC8hKp2I/AAAAAAAAACY/Opxlk15qWbY/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068760749280241506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfbC8hKp2I/AAAAAAAAACY/Opxlk15qWbY/s320/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake et moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfbDshKp3I/AAAAAAAAACg/2JNK2I5edqw/s1600-h/DSC01478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068760762165143410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfbDshKp3I/AAAAAAAAACg/2JNK2I5edqw/s320/DSC01478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Friend, me and the neclace he gave me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some traditions are never broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Including dinner at the J W Marriott and orchids in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfbEMhKp4I/AAAAAAAAACo/gNPFJijn3MA/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068760770755078018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfbEMhKp4I/AAAAAAAAACo/gNPFJijn3MA/s320/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My second dad...My support system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfZsMhKpzI/AAAAAAAAACA/uXIZX0gPwKY/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068759258926589746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfZsMhKpzI/AAAAAAAAACA/uXIZX0gPwKY/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pinks - How do u stay so young?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you did find a perfect birthday gift :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfZsshKp0I/AAAAAAAAACI/9fcxBNz-6Io/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068759267516524354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfZsshKp0I/AAAAAAAAACI/9fcxBNz-6Io/s320/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dee - My angel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still manage to keep my head screwed on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfZtMhKp1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/vOjAgZCis7c/s1600-h/DSC01482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068759276106458962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfZtMhKp1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/vOjAgZCis7c/s320/DSC01482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arj - You always crack me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for staying back in Mumbai to celebrate my birthday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I love my orchids and the lollipop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-709578130599355513?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RlfbC8hKp2I/AAAAAAAAACY/Opxlk15qWbY/s72-c/DSC01497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-6058208389430950306</id><published>2007-05-24T20:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:02:12.426+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>I am celebrating...</title><content type='html'>I am starting to celebrate my anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have decided that this is the anniversary of my 25th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be out every night for the next few nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe some people will call it a mid-life crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to call it the anniversary of my 25th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats the way it will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-6058208389430950306?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/6058208389430950306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=6058208389430950306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/6058208389430950306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/6058208389430950306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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when I need to be reminded that I'm not old, I'm not wrinkly, I'm not fat (well I can't say that anymore)...well you get the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I basically am a little attention defecit right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me comments with your idea for the ideal birthday gift for me - it'll make me chuckle - hopfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST - How many of you know / remember when my birthday is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-8765036364776597524?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/8765036364776597524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=8765036364776597524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/8765036364776597524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/8765036364776597524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-my-birthday-and-ill-cry-if-i-want.html' title='Its my Birthday and I&apos;ll cry if I want to...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-4192790476521103112</id><published>2007-05-13T12:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:37.813+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RkayUFd2MHI/AAAAAAAAABw/HJ9UqtSnBfU/s1600-h/Ns70bdaysunderfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063930889159192690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RkayUFd2MHI/AAAAAAAAABw/HJ9UqtSnBfU/s320/Ns70bdaysunderfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats why we have families :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-4192790476521103112?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/4192790476521103112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=4192790476521103112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/4192790476521103112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/4192790476521103112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RkayUFd2MHI/AAAAAAAAABw/HJ9UqtSnBfU/s72-c/Ns70bdaysunderfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-4696037643179346900</id><published>2007-05-10T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:37:48.909+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>02:48:00</title><content type='html'>Two hours and forty minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how long I laughed for last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like a minute and yet an eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason I know the exact timing was because thats when I put the phone down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An expensive laugh considering it was hundreds of thousands of miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up this morning feeling good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do this more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then maybe the novelty will wear off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should laugh like this more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee Hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-4696037643179346900?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/4696037643179346900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=4696037643179346900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/4696037643179346900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/4696037643179346900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/05/024800.html' title='02:48:00'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-1913205113071285901</id><published>2007-05-07T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:13:41.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><title type='text'>"Moment"</title><content type='html'>Each day I live&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;A day to give&lt;br /&gt;The best of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm only one&lt;br /&gt;But not alone&lt;br /&gt;My finest day&lt;br /&gt;Is yet unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one &lt;em&gt;moment&lt;/em&gt; in time&lt;br /&gt;When I'm racing with destiny&lt;br /&gt;~ Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my first memory of the word 'Moment'&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its the only lingering memory I have of the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave the word 'Moment' much thought&lt;br /&gt;I never really felt the need to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last 48 hours have made me realise the importance of a moment and what it does to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this&lt;br /&gt;One moment 2 months ago I hired a girl&lt;br /&gt;One memorable moment we became friends over sushi and a bottle of red&lt;br /&gt;One moment I convinced her to come party with me in another city over the weekend gone by&lt;br /&gt;One memorable moment she called me to say she was on her way (I left earlier that morning)&lt;br /&gt;That same moment I was watching CNN&lt;br /&gt;The same moment breaking news informed me of a Kenyan Airways flight that went missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSING? How does a plane go missing? I can't fathom that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give it much thought but the lingering irritation of the plane missing didn't leave my mindspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later...&lt;br /&gt;She shows up and we pop open a bottle of beer&lt;br /&gt;I run out to run some errands&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about the missing aircraft and wonder if its found and decide not to think about it&lt;br /&gt;I get driven around the city running my errands, looking at all the new construction and think to myself how much the city has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings&lt;br /&gt;I answer it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come back to the hotel, there's a problem" says another friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coaxed the friend for the information and there it was reeling in my head like a ton of bricks had hit me hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her cousin was on the Kenyan airways flight that went missing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B L A N K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S T U N N E D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S H O C K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H O R R O R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 48 hours and the moment finally came when they found the wreckage and the moment of the call&lt;br /&gt;"They're pulling out bodies...The hope is over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment alive, the next dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me one moment in time&lt;br /&gt;When I'm racing with destiny&lt;br /&gt;Then in that one moment of time&lt;br /&gt;I will feel I will feel eternity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-1913205113071285901?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/1913205113071285901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=1913205113071285901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/1913205113071285901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/1913205113071285901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/05/moment.html' title='&quot;Moment&quot;'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-7263973354508146121</id><published>2007-05-02T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:38.183+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 70th birthday Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RjiSEVd2MGI/AAAAAAAAABo/o5RP3j-ojUw/s1600-h/chairpapameak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059954784530215010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RjiSEVd2MGI/AAAAAAAAABo/o5RP3j-ojUw/s320/chairpapameak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Papa, Mama, Noojes and the new family member - The OSIM chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes I have been in time out zone for various reasons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some I'd rather not talk about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Others include, being in Goa for over a week on work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not bullshi**ing you, I was honestly working my butt off in Goa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good part if the even golden tan that I am absolutely in love with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother and his family were in town for a few days which was absolutely fabulous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Mr Italy landed into town as well (for those of you who don't know who he is, well...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have finally reached the conclusion that I am amongst the luckiest women in the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a span of 12 hours I became the proud receiver of gifts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And not just any old gifts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Cartier French Tank watch &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Louis Vuitton Handbag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-7263973354508146121?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/7263973354508146121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=7263973354508146121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/7263973354508146121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/7263973354508146121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-70th-birthday-papa.html' title='Happy 70th birthday Papa'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RjiSEVd2MGI/AAAAAAAAABo/o5RP3j-ojUw/s72-c/chairpapameak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-7619422729530619205</id><published>2007-04-15T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:23:23.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>I'll be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-7619422729530619205?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/7619422729530619205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=7619422729530619205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/7619422729530619205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/7619422729530619205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-1286291391761161350</id><published>2007-03-30T17:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:38.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goa'/><title type='text'>The Bloody Spicy Bloody Mary Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/Rg0BMt2J6tI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z9fN1JFsWMU/s1600-h/P4140630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047692075328989906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/Rg0BMt2J6tI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z9fN1JFsWMU/s320/P4140630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Drink anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/19349830-1286291391761161350?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/1286291391761161350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=1286291391761161350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/1286291391761161350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/1286291391761161350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloody-spicy-bloody-mary-team.html' title='The Bloody Spicy Bloody Mary Team'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/Rg0BMt2J6tI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z9fN1JFsWMU/s72-c/P4140630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-296349277774460366</id><published>2007-03-23T03:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:38.478+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>I am so out of here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RgMC5jqR2TI/AAAAAAAAABU/wKAXVyTgFeY/s1600-h/goA.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044879195433457970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RgMC5jqR2TI/AAAAAAAAABU/wKAXVyTgFeY/s320/goA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once every couple of weeks the time comes when I just need an "upper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;More than the usual 'Lets go to a nice place' kinda upper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Less than the 'I need to go into serious hiding' kinda downer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well you get the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I've always been told that sometimes when you want something badly enough, the universe conspires to give it to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now imagine the power of that if there is a whole group of people wanting that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*MAGIC HAPPENS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The whole bunch of people mysteriously manage to get a wholly expense paid weekend in &lt;strong&gt;Sunny Goa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Probably explains why I am updating my blog at 3:53 am when I should be on my way to the airport...insane hour...I agree but hey its a free ticket and I aint complaining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, if you wanna find me - just ask for the "&lt;strong&gt;Bloody Spicy Bloody Mary&lt;/strong&gt;" gal - I'll be hiding behind my shades on the beach somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tee Hee&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/19349830-296349277774460366?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/296349277774460366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=296349277774460366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/296349277774460366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/296349277774460366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-so-out-of-here.html' title='I am so out of here...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RgMC5jqR2TI/AAAAAAAAABU/wKAXVyTgFeY/s72-c/goA.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-2773046594329530625</id><published>2007-03-18T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:38.920+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hookah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>I could have danced all week and still have begged for more...</title><content type='html'>Fun fun fun &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week has been fun-filled all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or wait let me rephrase that - Drama filled is more like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RfzsT7_rnGI/AAAAAAAAABE/vy-OZ2aP-Do/s1600-h/carsmash85x65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043165510014573666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RfzsT7_rnGI/AAAAAAAAABE/vy-OZ2aP-Do/s320/carsmash85x65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My car got smashed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the poor girl to the police station and gave her a piece of my mind there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think she's gonna be driving any time soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ultimate part of the bang up was the part when after smashing into my car the first time, when she tried to move the car out of the way she actually managed to scratch it a second time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh such fun...I went ballistic on her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that my new office is finally ready and has been completely feng shui'd right down to the colour of the walls and the 5 rod wind chimes and rose quartz balls etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The office is a bright green and yellow and reminds me of a kindergarten class room...I absolutely love it...There are these two huge windows that add so much sunshine to the office just making it a absolutely happy place to be in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/Rfzzu7_rnHI/AAAAAAAAABM/RKF7SwwAidM/s1600-h/hookah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043173670452436082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/Rfzzu7_rnHI/AAAAAAAAABM/RKF7SwwAidM/s320/hookah.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing I am thrilled about is the new blue hookah we have bought for the office. The blue glass hookah looks stunning against the yellow walls and the bright sunshine adding a je ne sais pas to the ambience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has also been a week of unbelievable partying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been out every night this week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each night with a different bunch of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I met up with a friend that I had not seen in three years. And it was such fun to meet up with him again. His hair has grown longer and curlier since the last time I saw him... He has also become a Bollywood producer since the last time I met him - probably explains the new look...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually decided to dress up and smile alot last night and I felt great doing it...I think being at the J W Marriott has something to do with that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is finally sunday and I am having a hard time keeping myself out of bed...I want my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lots of chocolate for me to eat, lots of coal makin lots of 'eat, warm face, warm hands, warm feet....oh you know the rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing it with me...&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/19349830-2773046594329530625?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/2773046594329530625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=2773046594329530625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/2773046594329530625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/2773046594329530625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-could-have-danced-all-week-and-still.html' title='I could have danced all week and still have begged for more...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RfzsT7_rnGI/AAAAAAAAABE/vy-OZ2aP-Do/s72-c/carsmash85x65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-7591750556079829788</id><published>2007-03-10T13:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:39.058+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><title type='text'>Queen of Clubbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RfJkqr_rnFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/izq1xi8yqwc/s1600-h/__Clubbing___by_Miteryx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040201617508113490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RfJkqr_rnFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/izq1xi8yqwc/s320/__Clubbing___by_Miteryx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did something last night that I have not done in ages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went clubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I must admit though, I was the oldest person in the group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We never planned on going clubbing last night. It was a colleague's birthday and one thing led to another which led us to going clubbing to this retro club in the city called 'Polly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Esthers&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pollys&lt;/span&gt; - as we call it...the music is good, the crowds decent and I used to be a regular there once upon a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I realised when I entered that I hadn't been there in two years and I found myself back at the same seat that used to be "MINE" except there was another clubber on the seat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The bartenders had changed and their uniforms had changed as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We danced, we sang, we drank the night away and found every opportunity to sing Happy Birthday as loud as we could to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;change colours on the face of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the poor boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We closed the club down and waited for them to throw us out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And did I mention it was the captain of the Indian Rugby Team who's birthday we were celebrating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And did I mention, the rugby team clubbed the night away with us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jealous are we ;)?&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/19349830-7591750556079829788?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/7591750556079829788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-3314840260068438604</id><published>2007-03-07T19:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:01:18.472+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shades'/><title type='text'>Letter to you</title><content type='html'>I was driving home from work today earlier than usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was beating straight into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have my shades so I squinted while I inched my way through the streets of Bombay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remembered how you always kept your shades hoisted up in the front of your car in the little air vent holes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realise how much I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long it has been since we have spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands itched to pick up the phone and call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you asked about me the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the name you used in reference to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you are reading this even though you don't leave smiles on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands continued to itch as I stared at the phone on the passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a tear coming on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remembered, I don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I allowed myself to believe it was the sun that made my eyes water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not a tear fell, not one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't allow it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to call to say, I've been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have...&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-7782194651374201729</id><published>2007-03-04T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:39.400+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taj Mahal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qutb Minar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Clinton'/><title type='text'>Clinton said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/Repst7dxmeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BeK8L4E_oeo/s1600-h/AGRA+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037958669479811554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/Repst7dxmeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BeK8L4E_oeo/s320/AGRA+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Qutb Minar, Delhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RepsabdxmdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/c8nqg9n4uYM/s1600-h/AGRA+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037958334472362450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RepsabdxmdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/c8nqg9n4uYM/s320/AGRA+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Bill Clinton once said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;`There are two kinds of people in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Those who have seen the Taj Mahal and love it and those who have not seen the Taj and love it. I would like people to watch my Taj Mahal and fall in love with it"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I saw the Taj Mahal for the second time in my life last week and trust me no matter how high your expectations even the second time around, you're still left in awe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-7782194651374201729?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/7782194651374201729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=7782194651374201729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/7782194651374201729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/7782194651374201729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/03/clinton-said.html' title='Clinton said...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/Repst7dxmeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BeK8L4E_oeo/s72-c/AGRA+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-7767133362925932009</id><published>2007-03-02T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:05:37.073+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taj Mahal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conference'/><title type='text'>Now I know why...</title><content type='html'>As most of you must know, I moved job profiles a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in mainline advertising and loved every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But senior management had different plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved me into the events and celebrity management area of the company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while that excited me terribly from time to time I would wonder whether I had made the right move or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last couple of days reiterated the 'calling'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been co-ordinating and managing over 50 very very senior delegates from across the globe in Delhi over a two day conference filled with themed activities every night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference ended with a visit to the Taj Mahal in Agra which not only blew their minds away but mine for the second time as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complete the experience there was  Mughal themed dinner that night which even the sudden rain could not damper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to complete my point, I now know why I am in events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smile on everyones' faces at the end was worth every breaking and aching bone in body...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-7767133362925932009?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/7767133362925932009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-3835283117058446307</id><published>2007-02-23T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:16:01.117+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Leaving me and going away...</title><content type='html'>I've known him for years&lt;br /&gt;For years we speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've worked together&lt;br /&gt;But never a shiek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent sorts&lt;br /&gt;But wicked inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things about him&lt;br /&gt;Him admitting aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going away&lt;br /&gt;So far away now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear to imagine&lt;br /&gt;The office without his sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss one thing&lt;br /&gt;The thing so pure and so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he says the name he calls me&lt;br /&gt;'Babushka' - so warm so new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-3835283117058446307?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/3835283117058446307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=3835283117058446307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/3835283117058446307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/3835283117058446307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/02/leaving-me-and-going-away.html' title='Leaving me and going away...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-7966567492814874836</id><published>2007-02-20T22:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:23:16.624+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><title type='text'>Men and flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My phone rang today and I was thrilled to see the name blinking away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A name I had not seen in ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I answered the phone and before even saying hello said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"You're late. Valentines day was last week"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And he laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He always did and still does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And his laughing made me laugh too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A very very contagious laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;People around me started to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;starre&lt;/span&gt; at me hearing me laugh from the bottom of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Valentines day is whenever I hear your voice" he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And we laughed some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And people continued to stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I dated him years ago for a very short time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But remained friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though not the everyday kind of friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The kind of friends that when he heard my grandmother passed away and I was alone, drove over an hour to come and see me and sit with me at 11 pm till I ate and calmed down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We had a lovely conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Updated each other on our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Promised to meet soon (we always plan but never do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then the call was over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This was the same man that never believed in giving me flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He never did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What he did instead was give me a beautiful crystal vase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With a message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I will never buy you or give you flowers. But whenever anyone else does, you will put them in this vase and think of me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And the truth is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-7966567492814874836?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/7966567492814874836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=7966567492814874836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/7966567492814874836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/7966567492814874836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/02/men-and-flowers.html' title='Men and flowers'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-5602248575039693545</id><published>2007-02-18T13:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:39.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I meet alot of people in my line of work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which basically means I give out loads of visiting cards and shake hands alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the years I've learnt the art of shaking hands properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A nice tight grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not for too long and not too short either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No over-done up down movements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eye contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its pretty much boiled down to perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But yesterday I got caught off guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This gentleman came up to me and shook my hand to say good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I suddenly felt like his green eyes were staring right down into my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RdgMGdYwCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G2DP1T8Efrs/s1600-h/ges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032785888693717186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RdgMGdYwCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G2DP1T8Efrs/s320/ges.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those 2 seconds felt like a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it felt like there was no one else around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like I was in some other dimension of sorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I haven't been able to get it out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've heard of being stuck in a lip-lock but this was like an eye-lock of sorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And even after writing this, I still can't get those two seconds out of my mind&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/19349830-5602248575039693545?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/5602248575039693545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=5602248575039693545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/5602248575039693545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/5602248575039693545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-seconds.html' title='Two seconds'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/RdgMGdYwCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G2DP1T8Efrs/s72-c/ges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-2363115705707999921</id><published>2007-02-16T11:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:16:09.569+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flu'/><title type='text'>I'm getting that sinking feeling...</title><content type='html'>I just knew it last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the office at around 10 pm when it suddenly hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a knife cutting through my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you realise that nothing is going to help anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When even smells around you start to annoy you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells that you never noticed before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now enveloping your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tongue suddenly feels too big to fit in your tiny mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it just lays there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasteless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes smaller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with every blink you fear a tear falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming down with the flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel awful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo Hoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-2363115705707999921?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/2363115705707999921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=2363115705707999921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/2363115705707999921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/2363115705707999921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-getting-that-sinking-feeling.html' title='I&apos;m getting that sinking feeling...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-6727097891944921558</id><published>2007-02-11T13:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:49:30.782+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Back to Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>I believe I am amongst the luckiest women in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and have been loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I may not have the 'Perfect Life' so as to say - (meaning a husband and a suburban home and three kids running around driving me absolutely nutty) but I do have a job, a great family, outstanding friends and a booming career (pretty perfect in my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't have a boyfriend either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really bother me all that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except on certain occassions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, showing up at certain parties without a date, err new years eve and the absolutely dreaded marketing gimmic of the year - Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am a DIE HARD ROMANTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers, little blue boxes with white ribbons (we all know what those are), those certain je ne sais pas...they all work for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do pride myself on probably having one of the most &lt;a href="http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-what-you-did-last-valentines.html"&gt;romantic valentines &lt;/a&gt;in the history of mankind as far as I am concerned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been single for a long time now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Valentines though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I get flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is a single rose from the middle of no where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they are not expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when someone promises you flowers from the previous life to the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but pray to get them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymously if that be the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me flowers with smiles with your comments :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-6727097891944921558?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/6727097891944921558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=6727097891944921558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/6727097891944921558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/6727097891944921558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-valentines-day.html' title='Back to Valentines Day'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-117109369416339520</id><published>2007-02-10T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:42:38.226+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Face reader'/><title type='text'>My face says alot it seems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was walking around my corporate office the other day and I bumped into this well renowned face reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious as I am, I asked him if he would indulge me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the highlights of our meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will live to the ripe old age of 89&lt;br /&gt;2. After the age of 65 I will devote my life to my family and to the Lord, sitting in my temple and praying&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a devout human being even today (more than the average person)&lt;br /&gt;4. He said that I changed jobs just recently and for the reason of bringing fame and recognition to the company (So true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. He said I will leave India in a few years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. I will start my own business in a few years and give up working for other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. I am blessed by Goddess Laxmi (The Goddess of Wealth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. I was cursed a few years ago with regard to my relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. I will have two children, a boy and a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. I will venerate my husband and press his feet everyday (This I gotta see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On another note, the last couple of days have been insane where work is concerned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I worked 28 hours non stop on my feet the other night and the after effects on my body remind me that I am not as young as I used to be - ouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That made me go to work yesterday in sneakers and not just any sneakers - PINK sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was expecting it to be a regular day at work and didn't have meetings planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But trust my luck, I had to go to this Channel party last night far away from where I live and I had to go dressed as I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I showed up at this Five Star hotel complete with filmi crowd and corporate crowd all dressed to the hilt and there I was no make up, hair bunned up on top of my head and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; sneakers on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talk about looking ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thats all for now folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-117109369416339520?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/117109369416339520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=117109369416339520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/117109369416339520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/117109369416339520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-face-says-alot-it-seems.html' title='My face says alot it seems...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-117065713988375654</id><published>2007-02-05T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:02:19.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/1600/934346/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/614859/pool.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I was in bed thinking about life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And the famous quote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Life is like a box of chocolate, You never know what you're gonna get" kept ringing in my ear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It got me thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And it suddenly dawned on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life is like a game of snooker. You start out with a focus and end up all over the place"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/1600/150167/poolmad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/704126/poolmad.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/1600/733116/poolmad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It made me chuckle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And if you decide to repeat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Remember you heard it here first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who knows this quotation might make me famous one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whats your opinion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-117065713988375654?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/117065713988375654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=117065713988375654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/117065713988375654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/117065713988375654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is.html' title='Life is...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-117048223919122405</id><published>2007-02-03T11:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:27:19.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My meeting with HH Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/1600/515805/HHDL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/15932/HHDL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On 31st January 2007, I had the privilege of meeting &lt;strong&gt;His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama&lt;/strong&gt; of Tibet in a private meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You might recall my previous meeting with His Holiness &lt;a href="http://noojes.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-on-one-with-guru-of-millions.html"&gt;Sri Sri Ravi Shanker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just like the luck of the private encounter with HH Sri Sri Ravi Shanker, the invite to meet with HH Dalai Lama just fell in my lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It meant me leaving home at an uneartly hour of the morning all adorned in an Indian outfit (out of sheer respect) to meet HH at a prime Mumbai hotel with just over a hundred devotees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;His Holiness is a calming presence and mind you I don't say 'has' a calming presence, he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a calming presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;He has an aura around him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its hard for me to say more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I guess you should have been there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-117048223919122405?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/117048223919122405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=117048223919122405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/117048223919122405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/117048223919122405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-meeting-with-hh-dalai-lama.html' title='My meeting with HH Dalai Lama'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116990864725264156</id><published>2007-01-27T19:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:34:06.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Post no 200</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Looks like we made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Look how far we've come my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We mighta took the long way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We knew we'd get there someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;They said, "I bet they'll never make it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But just look at us holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We're still together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Still going strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In case you haven't realised in the wonderful words of Shania Twain that was me singing to my blog and to a couple of my blogger buddies out there that have no idea how much they help keep my sanity in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For post no 100, I had posted a 100 things about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well I definitely couldn't do 200 more just about me (that would be a bit much) so I figured I would dedicate this post to some memories that have been running through my head lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some make me smile and some err are part of my memory bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They may mean something to you or nothing at all, but they're my memories :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My first sip of wine of 2007 - I can taste it like it was yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The way the fresh air engulfed me when I first landed in Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stepping into my dorm room and wondering what life would be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stepping into my new dorm room and saying "Its good to be home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The guy that stood in the rain with flowers waiting for me in the driveway on my birthday (So dramatic lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The friend that hailed me down on the street on purpose just so that I wouldn't have to drive alone on awards day (I was winning that day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chasing two girls sitting in a shopping cart going downhill screaming for their life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I remember laughing when one of them broke her two front teeth (Bad me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Singing "I will survive" again and again and again and smiling everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hiding in my friends house from my parents (I had made a decision against their wishes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being more scared than my nephews on the rides in Disneyworld and Universal Studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This other guy standing with his arms wide open outside his car waiting for me to come downstairs (Why do they do that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My childhood friend's mothers hand made halwa (Indian sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sitting on her swing and counting the number of cars that drove by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The day that I had that awful car accident with my mouth filled with blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My first stitch on my body on my little toe and how I bawled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Coming out of surgery and being told I didn't shut up while under general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listening to "If I said you had a beautiful body..." and having shivers down my spine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dancing in public at my friends wedding in front of all those people and being so embaressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Writing my diary on flights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Crying like a maniac at airports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Valentines day flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The singles club dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Allowing you to order for me everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fighting with my school principal because I believed I was right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Singing the national anthem every morning in front of the assembly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Winning the march past trophy every year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Winning the best all rounder trophy at the end of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My father asking me who I had bribed to get the trophy (that made me cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My first day at my first job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Taking my nephews and neices shopping and loving every moment of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Walking down the streets of New York like I own the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Receiving 'strange transmissions'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The colleague that sent lewd sms's to my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saying 'One-ty one' instead of eleven and being laughed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My grandmother dying in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being able to fit into 22" jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being thrilled cause 'he' looked at me and smiled in school today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Playing monopoly for hours on end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Swearing I would never become a perfectionist like her where powerpoints are concerned but doing exactly that *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being called 'tweety' all those years ago by man that eventually became my mentor, my second father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Throwing up all over Heathrow airport and some stranger looking after me who claimed to know me and my friends (I still don't know who she is but thank you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My birthday bashes year on year - they are so much fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The first Tiffany blue box I received - I now have three :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Buying my first Tanjore painting and carrying it in my hand all the way back to Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The day I confronted him about the other girl leaving her husband for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me meeting the 'other girl' and sending her a bottle of champagne for her birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Making a teddy bear drink a tequila shot at Hard Rock Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sitting on the floor at Hard Rock Cafe in a circle doing shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Watching Mr Big on Sex and the city and thinking 'Oh my God I know you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Having a crush on Bruce Willis since Moonlighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Crying every time I watch 'Beaches'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The first time I saw a spirit in human form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seeing her passed over grandmother sitting and brushing her hair at the dresser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Going to the Gold Coast all alone and getting a speeding ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Learning how to bake bread from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Making friends with you over khus khus chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You calling me a rockstar and fruitcake in the same breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You using me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My sister buying me a new care bear that just isn't the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The day I wore a Minnie mouse hairband and a little girl looked at me innocently asking me if was Minnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Getting my first pair of Pradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The hotel caught fire in Goa on new years eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My dorm catching fire and me having to run in with the firemen to pull the girls out cause they wouldn't let "men" touch them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Going to a stranger's house in the outback to pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Staring at a kangaroo straight in the eye in the outback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Starting this blog and wondering why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Watching Sarah Mclachlan live in concert and crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Going to the club you used to own and listening to stories of days gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The way everyone looked at me when I rode in your Porsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jumping in and out of the London tube thinking I had lost my bangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Speaking broken french in Paris and actually getting by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looking at the view of Paris from the Sacre Coeur and thinking how absolutely beautiful it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Learning Latin American dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Playing basketball with my newphews in the back yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The day I first saw my neice that we adopted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The orchids that I got that were specially flown down from Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Checking into that hotel in New York that scared the daylights out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You saving my life by getting me out of there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My first date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friends that I don't speak to anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sitting on a flight and not saying a word to you the whole way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Carrying an unknown child on a flight just to help the mother out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Doing laundry in my sisters house and feeling right at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My brother not talking to me when I rejected his help to get me a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My brother finally being proud of what I achieved at work on my own merit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The look in my fathers eyes when I gave him a TV as a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sitting on the floor at Miami airport just waiting waiting waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You changing the music system in your car just to attach my i-pod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The secret place in the middle of no-where that I will never find again even if I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The bus ride in Goa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pulling out your lenses while you stepped on my toes with your high heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Helping you cross the road in NYC eight months pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eating Coles bbq chicken every friday evening before going out partying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You hiding in the bathroom just so that you wouldn't have to say goodbye face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The day I realised that I live in a bubble and I never want it to burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Travelling alone internationally on a flight as a minor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My 13th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My 21st birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My 30th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My 22nd birthday in Australia away from family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Holding a koala bear in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Holding my 10 minute old neice in my arms (the youngest living child I had ever carried)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Singing 'Forever Young' at my nephews first birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My father giving me my triple ring which I have never taken off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Having professional photos taken for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Modelling my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being hospitalised for 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My first mobile phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Buying the watch that I still wear since 12 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Learning horseriding in Yangchep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sitting by the Swan riverbank writing poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Holding your hand in hospital during your MRI scans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You coming to my birthday party at 2 30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You baking a cake for me for my birthday which was outstandingly yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You throwing me a birthday party because I didn't want to step out and celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Getting the JW Marriott to print special Sex and the City menus for my birthday with my photo on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Celebrating my half birthday - making me cut a cake et al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Coming home with 14 bouqets of flowers on Valentines day and my father asking me if I was dating a florist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You throwing up on the table at that expensive restaurant in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Meeting HH Sri Sri Ravi Shankar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seeing Tamil Nadu through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Feeling the spirit on that trip and you feeling it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being woken up at 4 am in Goa just to sit by the pool till sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hiding things under my bed when my mother asked me to clear up my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Making my bed every single day when I lived in Australia before I left the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Making you eat Ceaser salad with anchovies even though you were vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eating a whole packet of Cheetos - just coz I was upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Getting my first Mont Blanc pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Taking sips of my dads whiskey when he wasn't looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Partying in Pune with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Getting invited to your wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Knowing that you were lying to me even though you pretended to be my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Telling you to tell your husband to be a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Singing in a bar in St Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Getting stuck for 3 days during the Mumbai floods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Driving through a cyclone for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eating french toast as a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hiding under cars during hide n seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being bullied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finding out you were bi-sexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Buying my mother the Krishna painting that we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Her singing for me in your house with you not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You playing snooker and me losing so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Getting my first job because I beat you at snooker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The sms asking who I was on your phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Your friends apologising for thinking I was in the wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Watching my hard work go down the drain with change in management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wanting a diamond ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Getting the diamond ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seeing the body of the 12 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Singing 'Fame' with you on the streets of Perth on our girls night out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sitting at McDonalds till the sun came up coz we were sure the dorm was spooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Taking pictures of you naked for the photo assignment and you giggling your head off silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You driving me to the airport when you didn't have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Going to a tarot reader for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sitting on the beach on thanksgiving in the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Learning to play the digiridoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Setting up the Christmas tree and nativity as a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Giving that beggar a birthday gift coz she said it was her birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The diary you wrote me when I was away for 10 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Driving across town to eat icecream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Spilling the icecream in your brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Your first movie launch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The vase you gave me coz you never give flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Crying at my sisters wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My bed breaking the night before my sisters wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The posters in my room as a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The one single red rose you bought me in the middle of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My cabbage patch doll - Gerlinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The first soft toy that I loved - Silver the dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The name of my teddy bear - Creepo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The cold water shower at the hotel that made me shiver for an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Flying kites as a child in Ahmedabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seeing the Taj Mahal with my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Walking barefoot to the supermarket from my dorm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Copying during one of my finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Falling asleep during one of my finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The smell of Issey Miyake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The first bottle of perfume a man ever gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Never finishing the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My first make over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The surprise party my colleagues threw for me on my last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The guy who introduced us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The crow that would wake me up every morning for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Playing church hymns on the organ everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Singing 'Abide with me' when I was scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Christmas decorations in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You making me coffee from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Picking me up from the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Keeping me waiting at the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Calling me from hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Giving me 10 CD's that you burnt for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Holding a cube of ice in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sleeping in the overnight train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Speaking to you half asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Walking in high heel shoes in the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finding money in my handbag and being thrilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The look in my sisters eyes when I leave the States every year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The painful feeling of saying Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you've enjoyed the journey down memory lane with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If any of you recognize yourself here, leave me a smile...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And lurkers, I'm watching :)&lt;/strong&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/19349830-116990864725264156?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116990864725264156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116990864725264156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116990864725264156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116990864725264156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/01/post-no-200.html' title='Post no 200'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116963785687854591</id><published>2007-01-24T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:54:16.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The dotted line...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/1600/377632/wordless_curse_by_majesticnocturne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/321319/wordless_curse_by_majesticnocturne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some days I feel like I am cursed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An evil kind of curse that affects my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You might find this strange but I also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;believe that I am amongst the luckiest people in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oxymoron eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well yeah no one ever said gemini's were simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So lately the curse has been at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We come &lt;em&gt;'this'&lt;/em&gt; close to signing the dotted line and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*POOF*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it slips away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cursed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I should be the one cursing but I try to keep a smile on and my head up high and fight fight fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally today the curse was broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They signed on the dotted line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The dotted line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Its small but hey the curse is broken&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/19349830-116963785687854591?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116963785687854591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116963785687854591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116963785687854591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116963785687854591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/01/dotted-line.html' title='The dotted line...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116945478471999694</id><published>2007-01-22T13:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:03:04.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dance with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/1600/61383/Casino.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/493006/Casino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; On my desk I have a sign that says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;'Work like you don't need the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Dance like no one is watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Love like you have never been hurt'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The working and loving part I find easy to do but the dancing like no one is watching is something I have a hard part with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was a party a few weeks ago and I finally saw the pictures a few days ago and I was amazed to see this picture of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am actually dancing like no one is watching and it just makes me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Makes me feel like I should probably do it more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I was at Starboard (a bar at the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai) and my favourite live band was playing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there was this couple who jived and tango'd the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They looked stunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dancing like no one was watching while actually the whole bar's eyes were glued on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish sometimes I could dance like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I can but no one asks me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reminds me of an old song though 'I wanna dance with somebody'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dance with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116945478471999694?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116945478471999694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116945478471999694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116945478471999694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116945478471999694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/01/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance with me'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116917897986940229</id><published>2007-01-19T09:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:26:19.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Look what my sister found while shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/1600/345485/clone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/820956/clone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom and sister were out shopping in Nashville and my sister's heart skipped a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There 'she' was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the picture on the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GULP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's Iranian but both my mother and sister swore she looked and walked just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long curly hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glasses perched on top of her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I just found my clone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116917897986940229?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116917897986940229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116917897986940229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116917897986940229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116917897986940229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once a year I open up locked drawers and pull out hundreds of old cards and relive the memories of the time and friends gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then those are on days when I am prepared to relive my past and deal with the consequences of my actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But last night, I got caught off guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was not prepared to deal with what was faced before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was at this bar with a live band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And all of a sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The song began to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my hair stood on end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I slowly turned toward the band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my lips parted and started to mouth the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My eyes refused to blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I started to stare into space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was far far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In a distant land with a distant person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The song reminded me when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(gulp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116886105098402558?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116886105098402558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116886105098402558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116886105098402558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116886105098402558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2007/01/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116875459244194341</id><published>2007-01-14T11:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:33:12.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tears in my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/1600/520523/nyeve2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/232879/nyeve2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you laughed so much that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tears rolled out of your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;- your face changed colours every 3 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;- the sound of laughter eventually became silent but you were still laughing?&lt;br /&gt;- your cheek bones hurt from laughing?&lt;br /&gt;- other tables at the restaurant stared at you to see what was so funny?&lt;br /&gt;- other tables at the restaurant glared at you to see whether they knew you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above happened last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beauty is I can't remember what was so funny about any of the things that we were laughing about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do hope I experience it again sometime real soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116875459244194341?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116875459244194341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116875459244194341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116875459244194341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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undergoing my treatment for my spondylosis I left my mobile phone in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back an hour later there were frantic sms's and numerous missed calls from Mr Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister had just been a car accident - where the brakes had failed and some kind stranger on the street was rushing her to hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Friend was out of town and had no other family in the city so us friends rushed helter skelter across the city to asssess the damage and take the precautionary measures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we realise that the damage would include injury to the face and mouth which called for emergency surgery that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the girls hand through all the x-rays and doctor appointments and carried her when she almost fainted at one point during the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part was I didn't have the time or inclination to think about my own spondylosis pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days of feeding mashed food and an innumerable number of colourful pills are finally over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother came back this morning and she has gone home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as relieved as I am that she left my home safe and rested, I can't help but miss the insanity of the last 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007 everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116747165235165293?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116747165235165293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116747165235165293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/195713/cspon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yup, thats what Santa gave me for Christmas this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am in acute pain and have restricted movement in my neck and shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;That really put a damper on my Christmas celebrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is the second or third time in my life that I have been hit by cervical spondylosis and trust me it is no fun at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I tried to have fun yesterday and put on a brand spanking new dress and a face and went to Christmas eve dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After I survived as much pain as my body could take I came home and slept only to be rudely awoken by the sharp pains running through my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;That made me get a Christmas gift from my dad today though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A new pillow ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Chrismukkah all&lt;/strong&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/19349830-116704443132170986?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116704443132170986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116704443132170986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116704443132170986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116704443132170986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-my-stocking-i-got.html' title='In my stocking I got...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116694628936140937</id><published>2006-12-24T12:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:14:49.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pondering at the end of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/1600/957435/DSC_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/177676/DSC_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the end of the year and while everyone is in Christmas cheer I find myself pondering over the year that has gone by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been interesting in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got promoted&lt;br /&gt;I got promoted again and changed professions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled to the Carribean and saw my friend not only married but with a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss / mentor moved onto much larger roles in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to care for new people that I met in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some others I cut out of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw temples in India that I never knew existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done many new things this year - some I am proud of and some I am not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced new emotions this year - jealousy being one of them - not good at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over my fascination with London Boy - which is a good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped prepare for the last rites of a 12 year old girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 has been an interesting year in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably even go on record saying that 2006 was more good than bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life in 2006 could have been better but it wasn't the worst year I've had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while all my friends are probably going to be out of town for the new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly thinking of staying home with my father and watching the fireworks on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116694628936140937?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116694628936140937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116694628936140937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116694628936140937'/><link 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4444/1913/320/215623/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This cracked me up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Holidays Boys and Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know its a bit early but I am getting into the Christms Spirit of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I actually feel like singing Christmas carols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyone wanna sing with me?&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/19349830-116633843037664815?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116610452688334625</id><published>2006-12-14T19:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:25:26.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ok I admit I am Jealous</title><content type='html'>I am usually a very 'put-together' girl-woman&lt;br /&gt;A woman that can hold herself together and not show her true inner emotions and feelings&lt;br /&gt;But lately things have been eating me up inside&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows except me&lt;br /&gt;But whats worse it the pangs of jealousy that hav been overcoming me&lt;br /&gt;And the time has come to finally admit it&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous&lt;br /&gt;So shoot me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116610452688334625?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116541199895302021</id><published>2006-12-06T18:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:03:19.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather and ex-clients</title><content type='html'>I have been sick the last couple of days burning up with fever and sweating it out at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally moving around my bed with hot and cold flashes as the fever moves up and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fun at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the sniffles, a cough and a million little hammers that pound my head until I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am on medication  and it is helping but I'm still under the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get better and get back out there with a smile and a face on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did something great though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with an ex-client&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that I was in touch with everyday 6 times a day minimum for 6 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah 6 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man knew me like an open book and so did I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would fightt, slam the phones down and argue like little children in the playground but all in the name of doing the job right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today after 2 and 1/2 years of us not working together we are still friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was just like the old days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting, talking about everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what the beauty was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel the need to put on a face to go and see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all he knows the real me and still adores me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116541199895302021?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116541199895302021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116541199895302021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116541199895302021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116541199895302021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/12/under-weather-and-ex-clients.html' title='Under the weather and ex-clients'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116506920507396333</id><published>2006-12-02T19:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:50:05.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I have not blogged regularly for a while and I apologise for that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Believe me when I say I come to my blog every single day and I look at it with doe eyes and I think to myself "I must update" - but then I just sigh and move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trust me I have so much to say but the words are just not flowing anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its like I have writers or bloggers block or something like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know people take breaks from blogging but mine seems a bit more than just a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have so much to say and I can't understand why the words just don't come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like even now I am rambling without making a single point and for that I apologise too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But then sometimes I guess I am allowed to ramble on and on - it is my blog after all and today noojes is in the mood of rambling and trying to get over her bloggers block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have been going through alot lately which no one knows about and no I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My life has been swinging from extreme highs to extreme lows with 'time-outs' hiding somewhere in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But every day I put on a face and go to work to try and make something out of this company that I am currently working for and make myself rich and famous at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To add to it, my friends and the people around me seem to be having hard times in their lives as well...and mother hen me has been trying to put my troubles aside and help them out but sometimes it just gets too much to handle and then I need a time-out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My travelling has calmed down from last months madness and I guess thats a good thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I just realised that I have only been to Goa once this year and thats not good at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know I am rambling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess I should stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think I'll just go put on a face and go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116506920507396333?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116506920507396333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116506920507396333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116506920507396333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and I do silly things sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe we do silly things more often than not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes these silly things end up becoming je ne sais - Traditions of sorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, we needed a reason to go out to dinner and we realised that it was the 26th of November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal right - it was just another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey wait - its actually Noojes's half birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you heard it right - her half birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did we do - we all got dressed up, went out to dinner and celebrated the birthday with cake et al&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has become a tradition that will probably go down in history as the most sweet yet ridiculous things that I have done in my youth ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless sunday night was my half birthday - and just like tradition, there was dinner, a bottle of red wine with a cake and candle to top it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy half birthday to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116468435491531722?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116468435491531722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116468435491531722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116468435491531722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116468435491531722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/11/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116392177544259141</id><published>2006-11-19T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:06:15.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My bubble turns one</title><content type='html'>Its been a year since I started blogging&lt;br /&gt;Yeah maybe I don't have much to show for it on the blog&lt;br /&gt;But actually wait I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually made friends here in Bloggerville&lt;br /&gt;Some I met&lt;br /&gt;Some I hope to meet at some point in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually convinced a couple of people to start blogging and some of them became more popular than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being popular was never the reason for this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact it created problems in my life which was why I needed to hold back sometimes and not pour my heart out totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me start a new blog but I was scared to say things there as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to my good ol handwritten diary and wrote in pen and ink what my head and my heart fought over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last year Bloggerville taught me a thing or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that I'm not the only one with strange problems - hell everyone has them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that there are so many like minded people like me in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the fact that time zones, distances have nothing to do with the connection you make with making friends and it is possible to make friends over blogs, messenger and email and actually 'connect' with them without holding back - Jerrykins you know what I am talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that it doesn't matter how busy you are, you could have 3 kids and still make time for blogging - its important to make time for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that a strangers ups and downs can impact your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made friends that I've met in bloggerville that I've had meals with - Arete my sweetness, Byker guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I have enjoyed during this ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I brightened your lives through my bubble over the last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116392177544259141?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116392177544259141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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'Principessa'</title><content type='html'>As a child I always dreamt of being a princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess every girl does at some point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream of Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Charriott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful clothes, hair, the perfect skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its perfection in the bubble where nothing can go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my bubble allowed me to feel like a princess over the last 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wined and dined by over 7-8 different people who refused to allow me to pick up the tab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wined and dined at the finest restaurants and bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wined and dined with the finest wines available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven around in a spanking new Mercedes Benz where the leather still smelt new and the car still had that fabulous new car smell that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Benz is gorgeous to top it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this 'after party' at some socialites house and it was such fun to watch the girls swooning after Mr Benz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was more fun was him not paying any attention to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People arguing over who will drop me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just feel like a Principessa and I absolutely love those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you would too ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116325743201470696?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116325743201470696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116325743201470696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that I have only carried blacks, whites and greys for the entire trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just pray that my mood isn't in shades of grey ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon my loverlies ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116303791624699638?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116303791624699638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116303791624699638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116303791624699638'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Woo Hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee Yoo Yaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayayayayayayaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116295863979893786?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116295863979893786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116295863979893786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116295863979893786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116295863979893786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/11/oops-almost-forgot-to-tell-you.html' title='Oops almost forgot to tell you'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116270527943011082</id><published>2006-11-05T10:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:11:19.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gangai Konda Chola Puram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Tamil%20Nadu%20Oct%202006%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/Tamil%20Nadu%20Oct%202006%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This temple in my mind was the most fascinating of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is  one of the very ancient temples of Tamil Nadu, built in the Chola style. It was built by Rajendra Cholan, son of Raja Raja Cholan who built the Big Temple - Brahedeeswarar Temple - of Thanjavur. (which I also saw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the desire of Rajendra Cholan to consecrate a temple similar to the one built by his father and he patterned Gangai Konda Cholapuram as a replica of the Big Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GangaiKondaCholapuram received World Heritage Status on 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only day the Sun Gods blessed us with sunshine (the other days were floods and cyclonic winds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took time out to bask in the sun and roll around the green green grass of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Gme2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/Gme2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Gme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/Gme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116270527943011082?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116270527943011082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116270527943011082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116270527943011082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116270527943011082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/11/gangai-konda-chola-puram.html' title='Gangai Konda Chola Puram'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116262715731223625</id><published>2006-11-04T13:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:29:17.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mahaballipuram rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Mahabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/Mahabs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/ButterbowlMahabalipuram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/ButterbowlMahabalipuram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahabalipuram with its picturesque location on a rocky outcrop between the beach and a lagoon is a happy combination of history, good beaches, hassle-free tourism and fabulous fish and lobster! Despite the many visitors, drawn by the former Pallava dynasty town, the place is friendly, relaxed, and the villagers are remarkably unperturbed by their crowds of visitors. Mahabalipuram is renowned for its series of charming rathas and the spectacular carved relief depicting Arjuna's Penance. The magnificent Shore Temple, built by king Rajasimha in the seventh century, is a unique temple that houses the shrines of both Shiva and Vishnu while the Varaha Cave is one of the many rock-cut caves in Mahabalipuram. The Krishna Mandapam has a bas-relief of Lord Krishna lifting the Govardhan hill in his fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna's Penance, an enormous relief made on two huge boulders, is the universe itself in stone, throbbing with a vastness of conception. This colossus of art, 27 metres long and 9 metres high, is perhaps the world's largest bas-relief. The cleft in the rock depicts the descent of the Ganga, brought to earth by King Bhagiratha to redeem the cursed souls of his ancestors. The two large elephants are remarkable for their artistry, and so are the scenes from the Panchatantra. There is a forest with tribal people and all forms of animal life, just as they would appear in their habitat. Women are clothed in an aura of ineffable grace, a rich inner beauty transfiguring the plainest of them. The whole scene has a delicate edge of humour. Juxtaposed against the ascetic is a cat doing rigorous penance too, eyes firmly shut, even to the delectable mice scampering around within easy reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116262715731223625?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116262715731223625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116262715731223625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116262715731223625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116262715731223625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/11/mahaballipuram-rocks.html' title='Mahaballipuram rocks!'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116229263153797806</id><published>2006-10-31T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:33:51.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A trip back in time</title><content type='html'>I am finally back better and more blessed than ever before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip to Tamil Nadu has been an experience I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled from Chennai to Mahaballipuram to Pondicherry (yes I went to the Aurobindo Ashram) down through Chidambaram to Kumbakonam (temple city of the world) to Thanjavur (where I bought a 100 year old antique Tanjore painting) to Darasuram to Gangaikondacholapuram and back to Chennai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I have seen four world heritage monuments amongst other fabulous sites over this weekend and have been blessed in temples that I never imagined I would see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We braved cyclonic winds and flooding waters and finally saw sunshine on the third day but details and more pictures will follow soon - I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Picture%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/Picture%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Picture%20020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/Picture%20020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with one comment a guide said to me at Mahabaliipuram when I was looking at an old structure&lt;br /&gt;"Madam this is new, it is only 600 years old...The others are atleast 1400 years old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows that for history!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116229263153797806?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116229263153797806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116229263153797806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116229263153797806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116229263153797806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-back-in-time.html' title='A trip back in time'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116185145960837834</id><published>2006-10-26T13:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:00:59.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keep your eyes on the road and your hands upon the wheel</title><content type='html'>I am off again - leaving on a jet plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd sing the song for you but then that would be very predictable and I am not in the mood of being predictable as I am off on a South Indian adventure in the state of Tamil Nadu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave this evening and once I am done with a couple of meetings in Chennai between this evening and tomorrow morning, I take off on a road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting off in a quaint town called Pondicherry which is a union territory and still a French settlement. I have heard the French food and sea food is to die for and I am thoroughly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I go and see Tanjore and some other temple towns which are hundreds of years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back Monday with loads of pictures and stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make sure to keep checking in coz I might just be uploading you with information along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugz n kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116185145960837834?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116185145960837834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116185145960837834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I turned out the lights at 10 pm and I stared at the ceiling till 4 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Natalie Merchant sing like an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to every sound of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my stomach making sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, still am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116170517932500936?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116170517932500936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116170517932500936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love exploring new cities, new cuisines, new kinds of people and this country is so fabulous and so large that every city greets you differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time in Bangalore last week - a city I love because of my friends that live there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always welcomed so warmly with people opening up their homes and hearts to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Bangalore to go to Chennai (formerly known as Madras) - a city that I have not been to in many years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a city that I don't have any friends in (well maybe one but I haven't seen him in over 4 years and I found out he was living there after I landed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was apprehensive about Chennai and what it would offer me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had loads of work to accomplish while I was there and decided to concentrate on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would I have realised what this wonderful city had in store for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennai welcomed me with rain and loads of traffic - fun eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was more is that Chennai gave me the opportunity to make a new friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend that managed to read me like an open book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking over drinks at the Madras Club when this friend just looked at me and said "You must be a number 8"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what numbers I am but turns out I am a number 8 and 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He sang as if he knew me&lt;br /&gt;In all my dark despair&lt;br /&gt;(And then he looked right through me&lt;br /&gt;As if I wasn't there) - &lt;em&gt;not true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just kept on singing&lt;br /&gt;Singing clear and strong&lt;br /&gt;Strumming my pain with his fingers&lt;br /&gt;Singing my life with his words&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly with his song&lt;br /&gt;Telling my whole life&lt;br /&gt;With his words&lt;br /&gt;Killing me softly&lt;br /&gt;With his song"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116151999369941261?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116151999369941261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116151999369941261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116151999369941261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116151999369941261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/bangalore-madras-and-me.html' title='Bangalore, Madras and me'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116110983595488529</id><published>2006-10-17T23:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:00:36.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I promised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/blondeme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/blondeme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I am still cracking myself up with my Blond pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to see the look on my mom's face when she saw me sitting at the computer with the blong wig on...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dare try it with my dad though, he would have freaked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit out of sorts with my blog lately and thats my fault - I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will make it up to you  -I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first two days at work have been good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, the weekend stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if Blond friday nite weren't enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I went to what they call the biggest social party of the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bombay Times Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I got invited thats another story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning on going - I was lying in bed when at 8 30 pm I was dragged out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hadn't even done my hair or my nails - ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still looked good - even if I say so myself (modest eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I eventually got to bed at 5 30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I paid for it the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 is not the new 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said that should be shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that never stopped me from going out right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met this guy that I hadn't met for a long long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he decided to hang out with me and then decides to tell me - he has a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what was the point of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that works been great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying my new job and my travels start from tom morning - but I will be checking in on my blog so you guys better be leaving me smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And tell me again - why did he have to tell me he had a girlfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116110983595488529?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116110983595488529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116110983595488529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116110983595488529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116110983595488529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-promised.html' title='I promised...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116097206307476157</id><published>2006-10-16T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:44:23.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blondes have all the fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/blonde.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/blonde.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is ME!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday night my last day turned into a themed farewell for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the theme was "Showgirl" (because I am moving into event and celebrity management)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my blonde wig&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say nice things and I may post another one tom ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116097206307476157?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116097206307476157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116097206307476157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116097206307476157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116097206307476157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/blondes-have-all-fun.html' title='Blondes have all the fun'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116071212580123193</id><published>2006-10-13T09:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:32:05.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and fresh on monday morning I will start with my new responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I sent out a handful of emails to some of my seniors at work thanking them for teaching me all that they have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt both good and bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having alot of mixed feelings lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent exactly 2 years and 2 days at this company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm rambling today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats usually because I have mixed feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I do well in my new job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are praying for me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugz n Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116071212580123193?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116071212580123193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116071212580123193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116071212580123193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116071212580123193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116053952197400275</id><published>2006-10-11T09:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:35:22.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This post is brought to you by the number "2"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*D R U M  R O L L*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckle my shoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, let me thank you all for some wonderful advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is brought to you by the number &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't two a great number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two is a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table for two is always perfect they never say for three now do they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair is always two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the second number and already double of one - great achiever huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the reason we're celebrating the number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not because of my 2 timing friends either he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because today I complete two years at the company I work at (well till I take over my new job next week that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly I've only had two major jobs at two major companies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I figured here's to number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does the number have any significance for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116053952197400275?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116053952197400275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116053952197400275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116053952197400275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116053952197400275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-post-is-brought-to-you-by-number.html' title='This post is brought to you by the number &quot;2&quot;'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-116045382895655221</id><published>2006-10-10T09:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:47:08.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dichotomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Help me out with this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I be&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that people that I thought were my friends turned out to be two-timing, back-stabbing err I can't find the appropriate censored words to follow - but you get the picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that the universe showed me their true colours so that I can leave gracefully?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116045382895655221?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116045382895655221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116045382895655221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;But some of them talk to me on the phone on and off and tell me that they have been keeping an eye on me so to speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of my lurkers birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she knows exactly who she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns 22 today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that 22 was the best year of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was ever given a choice to go back in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go back to being 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post is about her and not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both her and her brother keep me young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They honestly have a certain joie de vivre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a pleasure to be around them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's wishing you all the best forever n ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your family have taught me so much - more than you could ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you and the warmest wishes always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-116021642809423528?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/116021642809423528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=116021642809423528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116021642809423528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/116021642809423528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-lurker.html' title='Happy Birthday Lurker'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115994007378778387</id><published>2006-10-04T10:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:04:33.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inky Pinky Ponky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/DSC_0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually look majestic and royal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115994007378778387?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115994007378778387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115994007378778387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115994007378778387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115994007378778387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/inky-pinky-ponky.html' title='Inky Pinky Ponky'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115984784017081404</id><published>2006-10-03T09:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:27:20.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eyes that speak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/DSC_0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom saw this picture that was taken of me yesterday and said my eyes look 'sad'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How would you describe them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115984784017081404?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115984784017081404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115984784017081404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115984784017081404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115984784017081404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/eyes-that-speak.html' title='Eyes that speak...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115977648226905228</id><published>2006-10-02T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-02T13:38:02.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Listening to the voices in my head</title><content type='html'>There are days when I am not receptive to listening to anything anyone has to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been one of those times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like listening to anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because the voices in my head are louder than anything else around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for me to introspect again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a kind of spiritual healing that I do to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I can jump back to being my natural bubbly self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there till I recover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115977648226905228?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115977648226905228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115977648226905228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115977648226905228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115977648226905228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/10/listening-to-voices-in-my-head.html' title='Listening to the voices in my head'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115941647440807682</id><published>2006-09-28T09:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:37:54.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/anuja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/anuja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture from a week ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was prior to the haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bunch of old friends catching up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it lovely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115941647440807682?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115941647440807682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115941647440807682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115941647440807682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115941647440807682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-smiles.html' title='All smiles'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115924173594981323</id><published>2006-09-26T09:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:05:35.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bar hopping</title><content type='html'>Sounds like most of you had interesting weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to out-do you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a colleague and I went bar and pub hopping all over the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bohemia to 11 echoes to Purple Haze to Olive to name it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was in the middle of the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have a single drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor was the airconditioning on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you been to a bar in the afternoon when its closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are disgustingly dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what the power of lights can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah the joys of scouting for the next party location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the party is on friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its tuesday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still no location&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115924173594981323?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115924173594981323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115924173594981323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115924173594981323'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for you (and me) this weekend is the latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seriously painted the town &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just some of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of the boys at work and I decided to throw a party in the office - Yes IN the office on friday night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We set up a DJ and disco lights and even a smoke machine inside the office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imaging pumping music and lights with flowing alcohol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A huge projection screen with pyschadelic images&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We started at 7 30 pm sharp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We wound up around 2 30 am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I vaguely remember bottles of tequila being passed around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and to make the night more memorable, the boys and I put together an AV (Audio Visual) that was totally hilarious with video footage of the people from office - they had no idea what we were doing when we were capturing the footage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A younger boy from the office came upto me and confessed that he has had a crush on me for the longest time and just a smile on my face makes his day (that was a toughie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend spent the night and we stayed up till 4 am drinking wine - my mom joined us for a while as well at 3 am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a haircut on saturday - It wasn't planned but my hairdresser insisted on chopping it off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went and watched the sun go down with an old friend &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got compliments on my hair on saturday night (it was so worth the haircut ;))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bumped into my first ex who I have not seen in 2 or 3 years on saturday night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt absolutely nothing after seeing him - Is that a bad thing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought I was looking really nice even if I say so myself (now that sounds awful)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two friends one of who I have known for 20 years atleast got engaged that night - You just have to see the rock on her finger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We popped a bottle of Dom Perignon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We popped a bottle of Moet et Chandon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw some more champagne being popped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We bar hopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 am and we're still NOT on our way home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two nights in a row - *yawn* but I'm still smiling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got home at 4:30 am - Still smiling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broke my Tiffany keyring - I'm really upset about this - It was a birthday gift from last year and I love it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent the afternoon on sunday having lunch with my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent the second half of sunday afternoon at my other family's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went and ate Sushi and Tiramisu &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a movie sunday night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I'm about to jump into bed and watch some DVD's before going to work tom morning...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, tell me 5 things you did over the weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115911785856539854?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115911785856539854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115911785856539854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115911785856539854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115911785856539854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/30-things-i-just-did.html' title='30 things I just did'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115872440131992309</id><published>2006-09-20T09:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:23:21.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The news I promised you</title><content type='html'>Last week you knew I was in the process of making a decision in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I made the decision a few days ago and it got announced yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two long but wonderful years I am leaving the company that I have helped build&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being promoted and transfered to another company in the same group as 'Vice President'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you proud of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115872440131992309?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115872440131992309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115872440131992309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115872440131992309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115872440131992309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/news-i-promised-you.html' title='The news I promised you'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115854531963596485</id><published>2006-09-18T07:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:38:39.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>I spent this weekend meeting some old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some that I have not met in months and one that came into town after two years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you meet these friends are are able to pick up the pieces exactly where you left off without needing to be in touch regularly you know you are truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine now lives in Latin America and is settled with husband and child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to her and I realised that most of my friends are now married with kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughingly told her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a child to show as your achievements of the last couple of years...all I can show is my visiting card"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we laughed and you know what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats perfectly okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am blessed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115854531963596485?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115854531963596485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115854531963596485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this whirlwind and try and articulate one single thought to post about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now I still don't have that single thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days have been sheer madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people with too many issues - Me included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been trying to help people out with their problems as much as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just listen and at other times I dole out my two pence of advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something really hit me day before yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone turned around and asked me&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you think you are, Mother Teresa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was trying to tell me that I need to heal myself from time to time and I can't just keep giving to others but need to think about myself and be a bit selfish too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure I can do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just not in my DNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when things get too much for me I just shutdown for a bit and then bounce back to stretching out my shoulders to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats probably My DNA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115830311962107125?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115830311962107125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115830311962107125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115830311962107125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115830311962107125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-my-dna.html' title='In my DNA?'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115812289066831853</id><published>2006-09-13T10:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:18:10.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pour some *sugar* on me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was sitting and eating lunch with my colleagues, like I always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always sit at the same place and eat with everyone...one boss on my left (at the head of the table) and my other boss directly across me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a wonderful time of the day when everyone comes together and shares stories of their day and their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat from each others lunch boxes and complain about the office canteen food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull each others leg making someone the butt of the day's joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was just like any other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nicely dressed in a cream top and a black skirt with a slit that ran up my thigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sat sipping my after lunch cup of coffee like I always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss across me decided to pass a sarcastic remark (like he always does) and I replied in sarcasm (not like I always do...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued to play with the yellow stress ball and finally swung it across the table directly at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball spun and hit the coffee cup in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee cup tumbled toward me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee slowly but surely spilled right all over my cream top and skirt and trickled down my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in SHOCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually the Drama Queen and react to these situations BADLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there I sat in silence watching myself drenched in coffee in a brand new outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the room and walked toward the washroom where I stared at the disaster that was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where to start, I stripped myself bare and washed my clothes in the sink and dried them under the hand dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to emerge half hour later damp but as good to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself for the way I reacted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pour some sugar on me guys, not coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115812289066831853?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115803227943981449</id><published>2006-09-12T08:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T09:07:59.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just know...</title><content type='html'>I opened the door of opportunity yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I swung it wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to embrace the world with open arms and I just waltzed through the door and let the wind blow me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I'm scared shitless (pardon my french)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whats going to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then honestly who does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was just waltzing through my day at certain times feeling terrified and at certain times feeling like the queen of the world when finally something just *snapped*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and yes Snavy - I know I am being vague but I promise I will tell soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from that second on, I started to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks start to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself at the all new 'Hard Rock Cafe' in Mumbai which opened just 2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found myself wanting a new teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends bought it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And signed on it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed till my cheeks hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/hrc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/hrc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you laughed like that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115803227943981449?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115803227943981449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115803227943981449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115803227943981449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115803227943981449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/sometimes-you-just-know.html' title='Sometimes you just know...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115794421074403683</id><published>2006-09-11T08:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-11T08:40:10.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taking Life Into My Own Hands</title><content type='html'>I remember a scene from the movie 'Sound of Music' where they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'When God closes a door, somewhere he opens a window'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has stuck by me all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never forgotten it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities knock on our door from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we keep the door tightly shut in fear of what might become if we open the door. Change is scary and thats an understatement which is why most people don't open the door when opportunity knocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others take a peep in and see the world that they may have in the palm of their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And others open the door and embrace their new world as scary as it may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TODAY, I am opening the door and embracing the new world...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been toying with this decision for a while and will tell you all soon, I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Wish me luck and love, I need it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115794421074403683?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115770119823835748</id><published>2006-09-08T13:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:09:58.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm evil like that...</title><content type='html'>I have just found the perfect way to get my boss to leave me alone while I am working on my desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its evil but it works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threaten to smother him in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/pBBW1-2559701dt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/pBBW1-2559701dt.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he runs like the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115770119823835748?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115770119823835748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115770119823835748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115770119823835748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115770119823835748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-evil-like-that.html' title='I&apos;m evil like that...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115759701611612617</id><published>2006-09-07T08:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-07T08:13:36.133+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't talk to me until I get my first cup of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/coffee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/coffee.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I know I don't talk about this much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Well not as much as Lilykins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;But I am addicted to my coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Two cups a day on average and its usually three on work days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and Four on high stress days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;And thats when I put a stop to my coffee intake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;It makes me hyper and a pronounced 'Drama Queen'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I actually enjoy being a Drama Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I'd rather be described as something as compared to nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I mean can u imagine if you were to ask 'Arete' for instance, 'Whats Noojes like?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;And I would just DIE a million deaths if if she said 'Uh uh let me see, I am not sure how to describe her actually - She is Ok'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;I'd rather she called me a drama queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Alot of people at work refer to me as DQ as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Infact a friend from work bought me a coffee mug recently which says DQ and I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;*sipping  coffee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;But the reason I am saying this is coz I bought a baby blue and Gold Kathy Van Zealand bag while I was in the States and it is BOLD and Gold lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;And everyone in my office is making fun of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;And personally I just love it and the attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May be well play the part of the drama queen rite?&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/19349830-115759701611612617?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115759701611612617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115759701611612617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115759701611612617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115759701611612617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-talk-to-me-until-i-get-my-first.html' title='Don&apos;t talk to me until I get my first cup of...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115751132898713067</id><published>2006-09-06T08:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:25:29.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keeping afloat - barely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Faceless_by_montroytana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/Faceless_by_montroytana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me if I told you I went to work all day yesterday after landing and reaching home at 3 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh thats me alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty impressed with myself - I actually managed to stay awake all day at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother from Sydney was in town only for the day and I hadn't seen him in a couple of months, so I managed to keep myself awake and have dinner with him while making life changing decisions and conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was insane but it felt good to be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't set up my desk with all my stuff that I put away before I went on leave but I am sure I will get round to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What welcomed me the most was over 1000 emails in my work box - NOT FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have meetings set up and there is an unbelievable amount to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even over my jet lag yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I'm used to keeping afloat right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115751132898713067?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115751132898713067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115751132898713067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115751132898713067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115751132898713067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/keeping-afloat-barely.html' title='Keeping afloat - barely'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115742672432558159</id><published>2006-09-05T08:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:55:24.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/japan-home-sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/japan-home-sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arrived safe n sound n jet-lagged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all the wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Landed way past midnite and I'm off to work now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115742672432558159?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115742672432558159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115742672432558159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115742672432558159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115742672432558159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115724104253572698</id><published>2006-09-03T05:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-03T05:20:43.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Flying_by_Skira_chan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/Flying_by_Skira_chan.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;~ Scottish Saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm taking flight tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A long long flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All the way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It will take me around 30 hours from door to door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Which includes transit time at two different airports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am not looking forward to flying without my usual hand baggage consisting of everything I possibly need for 30 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Instead I have to pack some stuff into a tiny bag - the specifications of which have been provided to me by the airline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And then there is the whole 'take off your shoes' and 'everything in your pockets' and walk through security check - which I will be doing multiple times as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh well - atleast I will be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I will be flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Flying so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Soaring in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So over the next 2-3 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime you look up at the sky and see a plane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember to wave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It may just be me ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(And if you're too embaressed to wave - then just leave a smile for me here - it'll make me feel good when I get back home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115724104253572698?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115724104253572698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115724104253572698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115724104253572698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115724104253572698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115712851921234523</id><published>2006-09-01T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:05:20.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/The_end__by_Mollicles420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/The_end__by_Mollicles420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;This is pretty much it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#660000;"&gt;Its the part when the lights start to come on and everyone scrambles around trying to pick up their belongings while the buttery box of pop-corn still leaves an oily residue on their fingers. The time when you just have to run past the crowd and get to the washroom to pee hoping there aren't twenty people already in front of the line. And the smell of the pop-corn is getting to you. And you can't bear it anymore. You just have to wash your hands now. Oooh and you gotta pee. Flashback to that one moment in the movie that you loved. The dialogue plays back in your head and you smirk. And people are looking at you waiting for you to move forward in the line to pee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But this is not the end I am talking about. This is it. It really is the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;THE END OF MY VACATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Its time to go home and the reason I know that it is officially the time it is the end is coz people from work have already started calling me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;a. COMPLAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;b. Tell me how much they MISS ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;c. Come back and SORT this mess out please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;In an odd sort of way it actually made me feel wanted but I'm scared of going back to a mess at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;And I know it is a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;But this is about the end and not about what is in store for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;This vacation has been awesome as it is every year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;But there were special moments I want to remember now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;a. The look on my sister's face when I arrived at the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;b. My nephews and how they have grown - trying to pull my suitcases off the luggage carousel for me (I guess they aren't babies anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;c. My nephew making me coffee (Hey payback for all the milk and food I've served him over the years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;d. BBQ in the back yard with the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;e. Buying my sister an exorbitant gift - just to see the look on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;f. My sister buying me my Tiffany bangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;g. Arriving in Manhattan (Gets me every time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;h. Seeing the island of St Martin from my window seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;i. My God-Son - such a cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;j. Meeting sweet Arete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I could go on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;But then you may just have to pull out some kleenex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I leave on sunday by the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;And I am transitting through Heathrow airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Not fun anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;It used to be my favourite airport to transit through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;There are things to do to entertain yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;But now its giving me the shivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Instead of my backpack, I am being forced to travel with a small handbag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I've never travelled with such little stuff in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I mean how am I not supposed to brush my teeth for 30 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I just pray the airline gives us some toothpaste and a toothbrush or co-passengers beware...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wish me a safe flight...and pray I don't lose my insanity over those 30 hours...&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/19349830-115712851921234523?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115712851921234523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115712851921234523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115712851921234523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115712851921234523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/09/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115699181062467318</id><published>2006-08-31T08:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:06:50.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God-Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/DSC01073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes nothing makes us happier than the vitually toothless smile of a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;~ Noojes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Go on quote me on that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;But allow me to introduce you to my God-Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;He lives in St Martin too and I had such fun looking after him while I was on vacation there a few days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm probably one of the few people his mother trusts him alone with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;But then again I've had enough experience with my five neices and nephews over the last twelve years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;But thats unimportant now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;In just hope you're still smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Coz I know I still am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;And if you are smiling, drop me a smile to tell me you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115699181062467318?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115699181062467318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115699181062467318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115699181062467318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115699181062467318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/god-son.html' title='God-Son'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115686752512462084</id><published>2006-08-29T21:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:35:47.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memorial service</title><content type='html'>In june this year, a 12 year old girl passed away - &lt;a href="http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/06/snatched.html"&gt;Neha Dadlani...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived in Nashville, TN and is part of my brother in law's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on vacation in India with her family to meet her grandmother when within 72 hours she passed away with meningitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the plight of the family to go on a vacation with two daughters and to come back with only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Bombay when this happened and I was amongst the first ones there to help with the last rites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the body of a child is not easy from any standards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a child that I played with every year when I came to Nashville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she passed away in the summer, the school decided to hold a memorial service for her this morning to allow the entire grade to grieve and remember her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the service with my sister who is also part of the faculty at the same school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put up a slide show with pictures of Neha and her friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were video clips of her from various school functions and trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there in the auditorium were her best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People made speeches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say people come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so logical when you hear that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes no sense when you have to deal with death though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the death of a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neha, if you can hear me - hear this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loved and missed terribly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115686752512462084?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115686752512462084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115686752512462084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115686752512462084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115686752512462084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/memorial-service.html' title='Memorial service'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115678237442881310</id><published>2006-08-28T20:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:56:15.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bitten by the travel bug</title><content type='html'>I love travelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing new places, exploring new streets and cities, trying new restaurants and making new friends while meeting the old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01042.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/DSC01042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipti and I work together and she happened to be in New York while I was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught up and walked around the streets of NY the whole day and even went to Soho for dinner at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up staying at the Marriott Marquise for a fabulous price in a newly renovated corner room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have something called 'Smart elevators' which get you upto to the lobby level (situated on the 8th floor) or to your room in the shortest possible time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the elevators have no numbers or buttons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You press the floor you want to go to on a centralised console outside the elevators and it tells you which elevator to go into (A-M) - Pretty smart eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/DSC01049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things I love in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm not really, that was a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are MANY things I love in life and expensive things just happen to be a few of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my delight when I stand at a street corner with Tiffany on one end and Louis Vuitton on the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a child in Disneyworld...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/DSC01054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin and I have been friends for a long time now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to New York is never complete without Vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all he is the one that introduced me to NYC and showed me my way around Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats us at a rooftop bar where I saw a woman carrying the same handbag as I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'fashion faux pas?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/DSC01062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the 'Friendly Island' is what the flight attended said when we landed in St Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four hour flight from Charlotte was not fun with all the screaming kids on board and the honeymooners on the other end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're a misfit when the flight attendant actually wishes the honeymooners a great honeymoon on the loud speaker system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun was landing there though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a window seat and suddenly I saw people on the beach stand up and start waving at us landing and we flew right over them and landed neatly on the airport a few feet away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed my guts out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know I can talk to a fly if I need to but I managed to make friends with one of the mothers on board - Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the flight we exchanged email addresses and that was that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason I went to St Martin was to visit my friend who now LIVES on the island - yeah she is married and living on this piece of Paradise with her husband and 10 month old son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the island just driving back to my hotel - the colour of the water was 'Caribbean Blue' and I could literally hear Enya singing in my ear and see mermaids in the distant blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to dinner to 'Bamboo Bernies' in the Maho area - highly recommended for those who enjoy good sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/DSC01067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told St Martin was a small island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this heavenly island is divided into two countries - Netherlands and France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its so gorgeous neither wants to give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, you know the world is a small place when while walking down the French side the next day I bumped into Nancy &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/Queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small world eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend owns a quaint jewellary store on the island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few hours later I bumped into Nancy at the store back on the Dutch side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fate'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in the store I decided to try on one of their most expensive pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Where is my prince now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days of eating drinking and taking in St Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the island thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01086.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/DSC01086.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going back but next time on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone coming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115678237442881310?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115678237442881310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115678237442881310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115678237442881310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115678237442881310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/bitten-by-travel-bug.html' title='Bitten by the travel bug'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115601813276416298</id><published>2006-08-20T01:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:38:52.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In a New York state of mind</title><content type='html'>A quick post from New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop saying it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people wearing I Love New York t-shirts and I wonder if they really love the city as much as I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to tell but there isn't much time for details now so that will come in another post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that Macy's rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh and I bought a pair of beautiful Enzo Angliolini shoes - Can't wait to wear them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go I just have to say in the words of Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"New York City - Such a beautiful disease"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard a better description of the city - Have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115601813276416298?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115601813276416298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115601813276416298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115601813276416298'/><link 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Fransisco, Boston, New York, Kolkatta, Lucknow, Los Angeles, Orlando etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain cities I keep going back to and others that I would love to keep going back to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But money and time restrict my travel plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agenda however is still to see atleast ONE new city every year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am going to St Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined I would make it all the way there but when my friend got married and moved there two years ago,  I realised it would be a matter of time before I flew down to the islands to experience 'Island Life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been living the good ol American Suburban Life in Nashville TN for the last few weeks, my body is craving crazy city life first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what better place than the big apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/nyc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/nyc1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take off tom morning with minimal hand lugguage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be harassed at security anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its going to be nothing compared to what I will go through at Heathrow airport a few weeks from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already planned most of my meals in NYC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penangusa.com/location_soho.html"&gt;Penang&lt;/a&gt; is always a must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situated in Soho, it usually means I need time before dinner to take in the sights and sounds of Soho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza and hot dogs on the streets is the no-brainer but a trip is never complete without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good place to find me in the middle of the day will probably be&lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/index.ognc?bhcp=1"&gt; Macys&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://lilybean.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lilykins &lt;/a&gt;you wanted to come shopping with me rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am off to St Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to expect but I believe that the French side is absolutely stunning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/St.%20Martin%20from%20our%20balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/St.%20Martin%20from%20our%20balcony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be much shopping there I imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just alot of wine and song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably end up spending alot of time with my friend and her baby soaking in the sights and sounds of the island life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also probably end up reading another book or two as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't see me around here for the next couple of days just imagine me sitting right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/stmartinbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/stmartinbeach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You will be missed ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hope I am too but there is only one way I will know when I am back - Leave me smiles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115575561007461153?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115575561007461153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115575561007461153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115575561007461153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115575561007461153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-summer-holiday.html' title='My summer holiday'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115560164614657720</id><published>2006-08-15T05:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-15T05:57:26.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Highly recommended</title><content type='html'>Being on vacation means trying new things...&lt;br /&gt;~ going to new places&lt;br /&gt;~ catching up on reading&lt;br /&gt;~ watching movies&lt;br /&gt;~ trying new restaurants&lt;br /&gt;~ looking for new food etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on vacation for two weeks and here is my &lt;strong&gt;'Highly Recommended'&lt;/strong&gt; list of things to do, eat, read, watch - err you get the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/snow.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/snow.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping my list of Must reads is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Snowflower and the Secret Fan"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Lisa See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you read or watched "Memiors of a Geisha" and enjoyed it, trust me when I say this book will keep you hooked till the very end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendship between Lisa and Snowflower from childhood till death is beautifully portrayed without being boring for even a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoyed reading about the ancient Chinese traditions of footbinding etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book I thoroughly enjoyed reading is &lt;strong&gt;"The Space between us" &lt;/strong&gt;by Thrity Umrigar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story based in Mumbai, India of the friendship between the rich and the poor meaning the rich wife and her household help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story that I am so sure is so true and being lived every single day in homes across the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/ron%20clark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/ron%20clark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The Story of Ron Clark'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starring our very own Matthew Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a true life story, Ron Clark is a teacher who made a difference and &lt;em&gt;what a difference he made...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it, it made me feel good and I'm sure it'll make you feel good too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched &lt;strong&gt;"World Trade Center"&lt;/strong&gt; on opening day - first day first show as they call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we ready for it? Oh well Ready or not here it came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what to expect but I came out feeling good and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good coz of the spirit of humanity that prevails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad I need not explain...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/grape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/grape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in or around the Nashville area, I highly recommend you check out &lt;a href="http://www.yourgrape.com"&gt;'The Grape'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like or love wine, the &lt;strong&gt;Grape&lt;/strong&gt; is perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful selection of wine bottles all classified by the Grape team into ten classifications which are truly 'Grape'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food menu is also co-related to the wine classifications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mind you, the only way to quench your thirst at Grape is either with wine or ice-tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right next to Grape is the "Wine Seller" which is a beautifully done up store with an unusual selection of wines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Grape and think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last is the most frivilous but I must speak of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like wasabi, make your way down to your local Kroger or Walmart and pick up &lt;strong&gt;"Wasabi mayonnaise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash it on everything from sandwiches to finger food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister claims the sandwiches I make her 'never tasted better' (wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my new city of the year - St. Martin it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way there at the end of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, what do you highly recommend for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115560164614657720?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115560164614657720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115560164614657720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115560164614657720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115560164614657720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/highly-recommended.html' title='Highly recommended'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115542231051616287</id><published>2006-08-13T03:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-13T04:08:30.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots from America - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/DSC01032.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT and KT my darling nephews in the backyard&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/DSC01035.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister dearest, Kt and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/DSC01034.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT thought it would be funny to cut my face out of this picture...&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/DSC01040.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/DSC01040.1.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met sweet &lt;a href="http://althaea.wordpress.com/"&gt;G - Arete&lt;/a&gt; for lunch at Panera...&lt;br /&gt;She even bought me lunch&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she the sweetest...&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;Say something willya - I haven't had many smiles lately and few smiles make noojes a sad sad girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115542231051616287?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115542231051616287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115542231051616287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115542231051616287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115542231051616287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/snapshots-from-america-part-1.html' title='Snapshots from America - Part 1'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115518609465476618</id><published>2006-08-10T10:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:31:34.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Raksha Bandhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A brother shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Raksha Badhan - a wonderful Indian occassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the celebration of brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per the traditions, the sister on this day worships the deities, ties Rakhi (a coloured thread) to her brother(s) and wishes for their well being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother in turn acknowledges the love with a promise to be by the sisters' side through the thick and thin and gives her a token gift &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/rakhi1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/rakhi1.4.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day that still pulls the siblings together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sisters tie that thread of love to their brothers amongst chanting of mantras, put rice on his forehead and pray for his well being. She bestows him with gifts and blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother also wishes her a good life and pledges to take care of her. He gives her a return gift. The gift is the physical acceptance of her love, reminder of their togetherness and a symbol of his pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not physically tied my brother a rakhi for many many years now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason has only been that we live in different continents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post one to him every year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would have loved to tie him a rakhi in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/hand.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/hand.png" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Raksha Bandhan Bhau (what I call my brother) - I do love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115509742298851365</id><published>2006-08-09T09:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:53:43.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tootsies</title><content type='html'>A fun fun fun weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tootsies.net"&gt;Tootsies&lt;/a&gt; is a bar in downtown Nashville that I absolutely loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple live music bands playing at different levels, people dancing, people in flip flops and shorts, some with little or no make-up on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could a girl want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I was dressed the part as well - flip flops with little to no make-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the joys of being in Tootsies where no one knows your name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax free weekend shopping was fun fun fun too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savings of lotsa $$$ - ahh part of the joys of being alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peking duck on saturday night really hit the spot if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes smothered with butter and maple syrup on sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And popcorn chicken with A&amp;W rootbeer float as a sunday evening snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously buttered popcorn while watching the 'Devil wears Prada' which I enjoyed terribly (even though I had read the book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a roast chicken for dinner smothered in this new Wasabi Mayonaise that I found while shopping (highly recommended - the wasabi mayo!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the joys of being alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok stop drooling and tell me ONE interesting thing you ate recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And incase any of you wonder why there aren't any new pics of me on the blog - well  I'm too fat for this blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115509742298851365?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115509742298851365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115509742298851365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115509742298851365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115509742298851365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/tootsies.html' title='Tootsies'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' 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/&gt;Movie: Sound of Music - I can never stop watching it and I know all the words and lyrics - go on test me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport: Walking...walking and walking more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week: Friday - It's friday I'm in love ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream: Home made Roasted Almond ice-cream or After Eight Gelato yum yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Chilled out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: Blue jeans and a black sleeveless knit - It's gotta be black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desktop: On my computer it is an angel *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10 :52 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surroundings: Kids bonus room in Nashville, TN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyances: my hair dripping wet and me too lazy to blow dry it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts: My friends 5 year old daughter in hospital with 104 fever for the last week - Doctors cannot diagnose whats wrong - Please pray people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Gopi and Gauri&lt;br /&gt;Gopi now lives in SFO and we are still friends&lt;br /&gt;Gauri now lives in Dubai and well we just don't see eye to eye anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drink: Chianti wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car ride: To Carrabbas for dinner and wine last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush: Oranges while making orange juice (caughtcha there - lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone call: Friend 'D' who's daughter is in hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD played: Karrine Pollack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you evah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dated a best friend:Yes I did - It was fun while it lasted - he could actually order me dinner without me being there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law: sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: Guilty as charged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV: Couple of times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn’t know: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5 things you are good at : Being nostalgic, singing, consoling, being a friend and u tell me the last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you have done today: Made coffee, washed my hair, sang in the shower and wrote this meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now:My two nephews shuffling around me, my sister yelling for me downstairs and the shuffle of the keyboard as I type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things in your purse right now: Wallet and a wine cork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you wish you were doing right now: Sitting at the spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks and remember you gotta tell me one thing I am good at so get at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115470755317767563?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115470755317767563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115470755317767563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115470755317767563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115470755317767563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/everyones-doing-it.html' title='Everyone&apos;s doing it...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115461944979649895</id><published>2006-08-03T20:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:01:06.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favourite things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Orchids and roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And scones in Britain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bright coloured petals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;that get me smitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tiffany boxes tied up with string,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cheese macaroni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And chinese fried noodle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cabernet smells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And cute little poodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Men that are shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And yet can still sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my birthday comes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm being good&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling sad,&lt;br /&gt;My loved ones remember my favorite things,&lt;br /&gt;And then they make me so glad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a point to this out burst in song this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you remember me turning the big 3-0 in May earlier this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as much as I hate surprises, I got surprised yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister took me to Greenhills mall yesterday where Tiffany has opened Nashville's first Tiffany store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I walked around with my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, my sister said I could pick my birthday gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayayayaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowieeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe it or not I pretty much knew what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its something I've had my eye on for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tiffany Atlas bangle &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/tiffany.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/tiffany.3.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess if you want something badly enough, the universe does conspire to give it to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115461944979649895?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115461944979649895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115461944979649895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115461944979649895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115461944979649895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/these-are-few-of-my-favourite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favourite things...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115454035108302721</id><published>2006-08-02T22:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:09:11.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/decision.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/decision.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want" ~ Ben Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of life is making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want to major in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of job do I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to get married and settle down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to work after I have kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to stay in this job for what they are paying me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the right strategy for my client?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to take a vacation this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, decisions are supposed to important questions we ask ourselves that make life impacting choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why when I am on vacation, I don't particularly like to think about making decisions at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I can run but I cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Check out some of the decisions I have to make while I am on vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Low fat or 2% or Full fat milk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Cream or no cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Doritos or Tostitos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Strawberry Glazed Cheesecake or New York Cheesecake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Maple syrup or Honey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Tall or Regular&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Greenhills mall or Coolsprings mall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Small or Medium&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Red or Blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Levis or Guess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Bootleg or Straight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ New York or San Fransisco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Blog or don't blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh...Vacations are supposed to be about NOT making decisions...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's your opinion?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115454035108302721?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115454035108302721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115454035108302721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115454035108302721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115454035108302721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/08/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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sister if you can't argue from time to time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tucking my nephews into bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting them to read 'Mr Men' to me after reading it to them for so many years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting them to make me breakfast after feeding them for so many years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiling over nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiling over everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking long bubble baths with no clock ticking over my head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating fatty fatty foods and not caring about becoming fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No deadlines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not caring that I haven't blow dried my hair or painted my nails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheese cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheetos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doritos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretzels &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making plans to spend days in New York&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pizza in New York&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh the simple joys of life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are some of yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115436767686617731</id><published>2006-07-31T23:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:11:16.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I eat where Nicole eats...</title><content type='html'>Nicole who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very own Nicole Kidman my dears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kiddin around there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the privilege of eating at Peters Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quaint little Sushi bar in Nashville which is frequented by Nicole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sushi was lovely especially the fusion sushi which was made with some sort of Lingam sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting combination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend has been fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi dinners, a bit of shopping (my famous off shoulder dresses - one has been bought-phew), a barbeque dinner last night that involved way too much preperation and over the top cleaning up at the end of it and a nice bottle of cabernet sauvignon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still grabbing my 8-9 hours of sleep every night...something I am going to conciously try and do while I am in Nashville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last nights sleep was rudely interrupted by work calls from the other end of the planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some insane reason my client who was well informed of my annual leave decided to ask me to pop by for a meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in turn meant I needed to sort it out with my office at 3 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss was wonderful enough to say he's taking care of it and that I should go back to having a wonderful vacationa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very berry much I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one has any news for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115436767686617731?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115436767686617731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115436767686617731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115436767686617731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115436767686617731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-eat-where-nicole-eats.html' title='I eat where Nicole eats...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115419440433011197</id><published>2006-07-29T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:03:24.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Target</title><content type='html'>I survived the first day of jet lag in the States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last couple of years I have worked out the best system to fight jet lag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep over the first sector to London and then kill yourself staying awake till you get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wonderfully painful system helps in adjusting the body to local time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday spent the day chilling out and going to 'Target' just to pick up the general stuff I need to enhance my stay here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my wonderful sister went grocery shopping to buy all the wonderfully fatty foods I love to consume by the dozen while I am on holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the joys of being on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I start my shopping expeditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am well rested now considering I slept for 11 hours last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the joys of being alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where to find me - uhm check the mall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115419440433011197?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115419440433011197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>I have been doing this trip every single year for the last 5 or 6 years and still it kills me every single time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to America is fun but the journey here is exhausting every single time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lucky leaving Bombay. Got upgraded to Club class on my first sector to London. British Airways club class is absolutely amazing... Flat beds, the service, the food...Sinpmly A class and I highly recommend it to everyone that can afford it...I know I can't ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to sleep all the way to London - thank God for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Heathrow airport was simply a mess that morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake lines that went on for miles (and remember I haven't even mentioned here the number of lines I had to stand in to get to the aircraft in Mumbai airport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the line to get out of the plane, then the line to get into the bus to change ternminals...then the line to pass security to enter the terminal, then the line to change buy duty free, then the line to cross security to enter my flight to Miami - Sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no hope of getting upgraded on my sector to Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make it worse, I was stuck with over 8 kids under the age of 5 - out of which one 4 month old sat right next to me and a three year old right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep for a second and it was a long long flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at Miami and I am pleased to announce that a) My bags made it this year -yipee and b) Immigration was cleared in less than 20 minutes as compared to the regular 60 minutes it takes every year and c) Miami airport has been revamped -nice pleasant change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight out of Miami was delayed so I ended up sitting at the airport for 8 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless ipods and friends that come and sit with you for a while during transit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm finally home in Nashville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Arete, I can't wait to see you too - enjoy your trip to Disneyworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has your last 36 hours been?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115410061400728263?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115410061400728263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115410061400728263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115410061400728263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115410061400728263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/07/coming-to-america.html' title='Coming to America'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115389747950289297</id><published>2006-07-26T12:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:34:39.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Across the world in 30 hours</title><content type='html'>So I wanted to sing the song I always sing before catching a flight but I realised I did that one already a couple of months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guesses for which song it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon its pretty obvious if any of you even know me for a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right I swore I wasn't gonna do this but what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All my bags are packed&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm gonna stop right there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because it is a big LIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not packed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not even showered yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't finished updating my i-pod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not got my foreign exchange yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still waiting for all the parcels I need to carry across the planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its just another year and just another 30 hour journey across the globe and I will be ready to take off and charged up to survive the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado I must wish myself &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/bon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/bon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you from the other side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh before I forget, in typical Noojes style hear me say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;MISS ME ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115389747950289297?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115389747950289297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115389747950289297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115389747950289297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115389747950289297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/07/across-world-in-30-hours.html' title='Across the world in 30 hours'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115376213398982065</id><published>2006-07-24T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:58:54.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://susiestheboss.blogspot.com"&gt;Susie&lt;/a&gt; asked me five questions a few days ago but I'm running behind at the moment~Sorry Susie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will not waste any more time...Here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Susie: There has not been one time that I've been in India, that I've not been reduced to tears by the amount of poverty and homeless children. This is one question I ask all people living in India. How does one deal with the immense poverty and frustrating stuff like beggarwallahs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Noojes : Having been born and brought up in India, living side by side with poverty is something you learn to live with and respect at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The one good thing about the Indian way of life, is that giving to the underpriviliged is also part of most of the festivities and rituals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The odd part that most Indians will never mention though, is the fact that we recognize most of the beggars on the street and even have our favourites that we give to on a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Susie: Noojie, you are a very modern Indian gal, indeed! What are some of the ancient traditions, customs and things about India that you cherish, that are a big part of your life, that you blend into your very modern lifestyle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Noojes: Uhm lets see. My family is fairly spiritual and religious but not ritualistic. However there are a few traditions that I cherished even when I lived in Australia. One of them is Diwali (the festival of lights) where we light oil lamps (diya) outside the house and decorate it with rangoli (coloured powder designs) on the ground. Doing the rangoli has been something I have done since I was a child and I still enjoy every second of it every single year. I usually take this one step ahead and even do the rangoli in my office too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Susie: Tell us about your two years in Australia and what it was like when you first arrived there, the contrasts and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Noojes : Ok here is where you will think I am insane but the first contrast was the clean pure Aussie air that I took a breath of when I came out of the airport. The second was the vast expanse of sky that I could see with barely any skyscrapers around. It amazed me. The overall two years in Australia I usually describe as my degree from the 'University of Life'. I was happy, single and independent and enjoyed every single moment of it. And yeah I graduated with distinction too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Susie: The day of or before the bombings in Mumbai, you said that you dreamed of mermaids. That really stuck in my head......did you figure out what the mermaids meant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Noojes: I think mermaids signify 'seeing the beauty' in every situation. When you have so much and yet things have been taken away from you. With respect to the bombings, I guess it is a tribute to the spirit of this city and the way it bounces back every time we get hit...See the beauty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Susie: You said you love Sex and the City. Being that I dont have any TV channels, I've rented all of them over this year and wow I love, love, love, Sex and the City too! I think i'm sortof a combo between Miranda and Samantha! What about you, which girl are you, Noojes? And, hows that search for the new Mr. Big going? (Mr. Big...YAAAR, GIVE HIM TO ME! Drool drool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Noojes: I am Carrie...There is just no other character that describes me best from SATC. However some of my friends think a better desciption of me is a mix of Rachael Green (Jennifer Anniston from Friends) and Carrie from SATC. As for the search of the new Mr Big - he doesn't exist...sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So, how did I do? Gimme a rating on my answers from 1-10...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115376213398982065?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115376213398982065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115376213398982065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115376213398982065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115376213398982065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/07/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115364333366900224</id><published>2006-07-23T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:58:53.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Insanity defined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/__Insanity_Undefined__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/__Insanity_Undefined__.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week one post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you, if I had had one waking free moment I would have posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse, my blog was blocked for reasons beyond my understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where have I been and what have I been upto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you must recall my mentioning my boss giving me an unbelievable amount of work to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline was 20th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had been working on it through the last 2-3 weeks, the last couple of days always involves burning the midnight oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly I never thought burning the midnight oil would lead to not sleeping for a single second before the mega presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights no sleep and way too much caffeine in my system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And travelling to the other end of the country did not help either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally travelled for 11 hours for a meeting that lasted 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only meals I ate were breakfast on the flight and then dinner on the flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a total zombie and wreck by the time the day was done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the presentation went well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think thats all that I had on my plate well then think again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend from Australia was visiting me the same week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the middle of all this commotion, I was entertaining her as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if thats not enough, my parents suddenly decided to leave town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that thats done, I need to start preparing for my trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I take off for a whole month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday I stepped out to start doing my shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car packs up on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She refuses to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of sweet talking or rough handling by the mechanics got her to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've left her stranded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today being sunday she is lying there all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know what I have been upto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my darlings is "Insanity defined"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115364333366900224?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115364333366900224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115364333366900224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115364333366900224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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their marriage is hell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just a few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just got the 'marriage is hell - Please think before you ever get married and DON'T do what I did' call&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It left a dirty taste in my mouth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What calls do you hate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115280039954790361?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115280039954790361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115280039954790361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115280039954790361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that I love most about this city is the courage with which it stands back up on its feet and jumps right back into the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, during the horrific bombings of 1992 I was standing at Marine Drive eating ice-cream when I heard and saw black clouds of smoke from the Bombay Stock Exchange and Air India Building...Not  pretty sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I was driving to a client meeting in the same area when the bombs went off at the Gateway of India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday was different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the safety nest of my office in a meeting when a friend frantically started calling. I knew it was frantic when even after cutting her call she kept calling back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first train that got bombed was at the station closest to my office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the television and there it was - ten minutes earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another train had been bombed along the same rail line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was on a train - not a local but an out-station train coming back from Pune but on a train none the less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephone lines were jammed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bomb on the news on another train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got through to my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on the train inching her way into the city - scheduled to arrive in 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bomb on another train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another skipped heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mothers train finally made it to the station and there was a total of 7 blasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 blasts too close to home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in areas frequented by my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an area that I go to work every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an area that I am going right back to as soon as I press 'Publish Post'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for caring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115268030658914214?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115268030658914214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115268030658914214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115250647228103332?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115250647228103332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115250647228103332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115250647228103332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115250647228103332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-for-today.html' title='Just for today'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115219382869140693</id><published>2006-07-06T19:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:20:28.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sun God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/asia_sat_440_mdy_y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/200/asia_sat_440_mdy_y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Sun God blessed us with his uhm her presence today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I ran downstairs and took in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My body slowly adjusting to the heat after being in the airconditioning for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I realised that I hadn't seen the sun in days and I missed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The wind blew slowly moving my hair out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My hand trying to move it back into place but in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My eyes squinted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My nose crinkled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The hot sun slowly entering every pore of my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I started to feel hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I walked into the shade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The cool wind following me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A naughty draft of wind tried to whisk me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All it caught was my skirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Wink ;)&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/19349830-115219382869140693?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115219382869140693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115219382869140693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115219382869140693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115219382869140693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/07/sun-god.html' title='The Sun God'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115207586873630240</id><published>2006-07-05T10:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T10:34:28.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You ate what in the rain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain, feel it on my finger tips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear it on my window pane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love's coming down like Rain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wash away my sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take away my pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love's coming down like rain ~Madonna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Ra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/Ra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You guys are the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I felt so much better after all those smiles you left on my face thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bombay city came to a standstill yesterday and no one was able to go to work or stay there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Schools, colleges, the city and state courts - everything was shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alot of it in fear of the 26th July fiasco that happened last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last year I didnt make it home for 3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I probably should blog about that incident - maybe I'll do that on 26th July itself -hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yesterday I spent the whole day at home watching the pitter patter outside my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In all fairness it was more lashing around than pitter patter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Out of sheer frustration if being at home the whole day I stepped out in the evening to eat sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is nothing nicer than sushi and wine on a rainy rainy evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I am finally planning on going to work today - all the way across town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But as I sit here sipping my coffee and listen to the rain outside it just makes me wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Should I pack an overnight bag just in case?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115207586873630240?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115207586873630240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115207586873630240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115207586873630240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115207586873630240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-ate-what-in-rain.html' title='You ate what in the rain?'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115194407897749442</id><published>2006-07-03T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:57:58.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I let the rain start washin...</title><content type='html'>There has been only one song running through my head all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1 : I still feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2 : I don't want to share it with anyone (strange for me)&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3 : Its been raining cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/1600/Rainy_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="299" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4444/1913/320/Rainy_Day.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kasey Chambers: On A Bad Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everytime my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have ever fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I keep 'em in my pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For a rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So when it's pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I take them outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I let the rain start washin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My tears away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I have not shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its best to shut up and hold everything inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115194407897749442?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115194407897749442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115194407897749442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115194407897749442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115194407897749442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-let-rain-start-washin.html' title='I let the rain start washin...'/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvrfDOqiXy4/SyobgK55_hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uYV6ZjQ-V3k/S220/tjad03a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19349830.post-115186409814371414</id><published>2006-07-02T23:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:44:58.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hate myself&lt;br /&gt;Now is one of those times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115186409814371414?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115186409814371414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115186409814371414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115186409814371414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19349830/posts/default/115186409814371414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-hate-myself-now-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Queenmatrai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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after ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still enjoyed every moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An uncrowded wednesday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some great conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pitchers of beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its past midnight and I haven't turned into a pumpkin yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think I am dreaming of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19349830-115152105879534334?l=noojes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noojes.blogspot.com/feeds/115152105879534334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19349830&amp;postID=115152105879534334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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