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The songs are from the movies and are there for a particular reason — for example, a celebration song, a seduction song, a love song, a song of sadness. So when you dance it out, you are dancing to the words and mood. Different songs are used at different occasions … there are tons of wedding songs, which you will hear being played at every Indian wedding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;How does it work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;The dancing itself is a fusion of all dance forms. It could be Indian classical, Indian folk dance, belly dancing, jazz, hip hop and everything else you can imagine. Bollywood is all about fantasy and glamour and there really are no limits to the creativity (or cheesiness).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Why is it good for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Bollywood dance is a fantastic workout. It's upbeat, energetic and gets a sweat happening pretty fast. It's also so much fun and makes you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Who can do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Anyone can do Bollywood dance. As it is a fusion, there are a lot of steps which are quite universal, then we just add in the Bollywood touch of Indian hands or the eyes. At the beginner level, it is a very simple dance style to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;What are the benefits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Bollywood dance makes you laugh. It is definitely the most fun way to get fit. It also allows you a moment to escape into a fantasy land and be as emotional, energetic and cheesy as you want to be, with no apologies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to learn Bollywood Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please call at 081511834670 0r can email me at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:munmun_gupta@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;munmun_gupta@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and Anyone can dance, a dance full of fun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-8852912477718321270?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8852912477718321270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=8852912477718321270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/8852912477718321270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/8852912477718321270'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;You for being the perfect homemaker,&lt;br /&gt;For making life so much easier for me and the owner,&lt;br /&gt;A relationship of ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;Wish you would have shared your sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;You said goodbye with a note,&lt;br /&gt;I pray may all your grieves end,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for everything,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m full of remorse and guilt&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even have your picture&lt;br /&gt;A relationship I took for granted,&lt;br /&gt;Know it ,the doors are always open&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and wish you will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-my maid left and I miss her so much.She was my family and took so much care of me.I hope things get better for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-8972366817468767067?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-1871542205590285151</id><published>2009-03-09T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:53:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liz Lemon , Food and Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SbXT6eytAMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-VbKpAQTfo0/s1600-h/moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384337204969666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SbXT6eytAMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-VbKpAQTfo0/s400/moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SbXT6EYxyTI/AAAAAAAAACw/v_kewfALWf8/s1600-h/liz-lemon-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384330116909362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SbXT6EYxyTI/AAAAAAAAACw/v_kewfALWf8/s400/liz-lemon-picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The similarities between my own existence and that of the fictional character Liz Lemon (awesomely portrayed by Tina Fey on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="'" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0496424/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“30 Rock”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) are many, we love to eat things that are bad for us, we make fashion choices that are probably not all that different from what we wore in middle school and we both prefer to wear black, as it ,in our minds ,makes us look thin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only ,I too could have a boss like Jack Donaghy in my life to mentor me and show me how to use my money to make more money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think a lot of women can relate to Liz, I know I do. Everything from wanting to stay home and ordering carbo loaded food or having body image issues or finding it extremely difficult to stay in heels for too long or in a tight dress for more than an hour or being totally weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would I give up my favorite sandwich to meet a friend of mine whose plane is taking off in seconds? I think I too like Liz would devour my sandwich as quickly as I can and then go to meet my friend. I too believe that I can have it all and so I take up the challenges that every new day brings me , of course there are times when I feel anxious and that’s where food comforts me but I know I will overcome all challenges and eventually shine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liz Lemon rocks!!!She makes me laugh and see life from a humorous perspective.After Ally Mcbeal ,I feel Liz is real and easy to relate to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you spend your last dollar on a nail polish or a donut and if your answer is a donut then you too my friend may have a Liz Lemon in you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-1871542205590285151?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1871542205590285151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=1871542205590285151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/1871542205590285151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/1871542205590285151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/liz-lemon-food-and-me.html' title='Liz Lemon , Food and Me.'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SbXT6eytAMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-VbKpAQTfo0/s72-c/moi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-4021340694759714819</id><published>2009-03-05T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:31:00.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonerz is officially back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/Sa-pr5tn4BI/AAAAAAAAACo/k2tg8SFqnN0/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309649057384751122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/Sa-pr5tn4BI/AAAAAAAAACo/k2tg8SFqnN0/s400/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/Sa-pr9ocxGI/AAAAAAAAACg/u_gN7oDe-YY/s1600-h/Bollywood+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309649058436793442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/Sa-pr9ocxGI/AAAAAAAAACg/u_gN7oDe-YY/s400/Bollywood+Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/Sa-prTfjBjI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q2UZsYY1R9U/s1600-h/PC291132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309649047125165618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/Sa-prTfjBjI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q2UZsYY1R9U/s400/PC291132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear Readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's been so long since i wrote , alot has been happening-good things-i start teaching bollywood dance pretty soon and have been learning belly dance,usual things my job still feels like a chore and my weight has been steadily growing,oh no, I'm not preggers.Although sometimes my body takes over my mind and i do feel like becoming a mommy but then my mind takes over and reminds me,may be not yet, but one day i do want to be a good mommy , actually more like a sexy hot mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just finished watching Delhi 6 and except for Abhishek and colorful Delhi,nothing really interested me.Today i didn't go to work ,every once a month i have an upset stomach(not literally wink).I too am all about work ethics but till the time you are doing your work flamboyantly and are managing to meet your deadlines smoothly ,it's all good.Yes, recently i got a letter of warning for punctuality because i was a minute late and then I went to my HRD and told her that was so uncalled for and in future i assure you I'm not getting one,that doesn't mean i won't be late,it simply means i got things sorted out .How?now that's a long boring story ,trust me ,you don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On marriage front it's all good again except sometimes i go and remind him,you haven't said I love you to me all day ,which annoys him so much, but I can't help it,it's my hormones,that's how god made me.My heart and brain like to keep track of every little small detail ranging from dates to how many times has she worn that same skirt this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On toastmaster front ,for all those who don't know what this is,it's a public speaking club, you can google about it and know more,after two more speeches I'm gonna be Competent Communicator....woo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Recently i had a dumb moment too,i had been reading this book "a thousand splendid sons" all day and whenever i finish reading a book , i feel very artistic and appreciate nature, but it's just a phase which doesn't last long,I like the hulla gulla of Jakarta , it keeps me close to Delhi.So anyhow, the dumb moment, I was on my way to my home when all of a sudden i hear the sound of birds chirping,it was the most beautiful sound i'd heard in a long time and then I'm thinking that this book inspires me and it is a beautiful day ,and then i enter my apartment and realize that i can still hear birds chirping and then i realize the chirping sounds are coming from my bag, from my iPhone ,which has a ghost in itself,the ghost must have switched on the game of catch the bird something.After that i had a good laugh all by myself,i would have shared the story with Sri (my maid)except that my bahasa(Indonesian Language)still sucks and my vocabulary is really limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rest every thing's fine, my maids fine too, she is making aloo muttor and dal hitam right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I am hoping my cousin will keep inspiring me to keep blogging.So sis keep writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Munmun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/11399313-4021340694759714819?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4021340694759714819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=4021340694759714819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/4021340694759714819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/4021340694759714819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/moonerz-is-officially-back.html' title='Moonerz is officially back.'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/Sa-pr5tn4BI/AAAAAAAAACo/k2tg8SFqnN0/s72-c/IMG_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-1305258931167088043</id><published>2009-01-13T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:22:59.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SW2Swjjh0ZI/AAAAAAAAABw/l9tlOxgP-Cg/s1600-h/exceelent_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046500105834898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SW2Swjjh0ZI/AAAAAAAAABw/l9tlOxgP-Cg/s400/exceelent_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SW2SwsD-D_I/AAAAAAAAABo/-0FJDDblB-I/s1600-h/schmooze.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046502389387250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SW2SwsD-D_I/AAAAAAAAABo/-0FJDDblB-I/s400/schmooze.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SW2SwYAMMsI/AAAAAAAAABg/AaswBXfLswU/s1600-h/ThinkingBlogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046497004827330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SW2SwYAMMsI/AAAAAAAAABg/AaswBXfLswU/s400/ThinkingBlogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/11399313-1305258931167088043?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1305258931167088043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=1305258931167088043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/1305258931167088043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/1305258931167088043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SW2Swjjh0ZI/AAAAAAAAABw/l9tlOxgP-Cg/s72-c/exceelent_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-1983812465544796699</id><published>2008-11-03T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:34:35.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Anniversary Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SQ_s2BMvWdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/D0IA45UgL_o/s1600-h/n518043071_471010_6366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SQ_s2BMvWdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/D0IA45UgL_o/s320/n518043071_471010_6366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686902198360530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SQ_s2F60bgI/AAAAAAAAABI/xMWWMeQRqgI/s1600-h/n518043071_884479_2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SQ_s2F60bgI/AAAAAAAAABI/xMWWMeQRqgI/s320/n518043071_884479_2377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686903465373186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SQ_s16_AG6I/AAAAAAAAABA/cRpuqi-PVnM/s1600-h/n509995151_1036550_3734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SQ_s16_AG6I/AAAAAAAAABA/cRpuqi-PVnM/s320/n509995151_1036550_3734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686900530125730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Meetu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today I promised to be your lifelong companion. It has been an adventure, a beautiful journey and a very exciting ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time you ask me "Why do you love me?" and I usually answer quickly and without a lot of thought. Loving you is so automatic now, so ingrained in who I am that I forget there was a time before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I love you comes to me in little reminders every day. The love that you have for the family, your unquenchable thirst for knowledge about our world and the events of the day, the playful pranks that you play on me and Of course the daily love , care and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my love for your comes in the spectacular occasions where you always seem to shine.When you find a way out even in the worst traffic or when you make a very sincere effort to write a nice letter to me, or when you bungee jumped . You are Flamboyantly generous, inventive, ridiculously silly and always - larger than life pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when we will have children, you will be a tireless and fantastic parent. It's a side of you I've already seen , I feel so grateful and lucky to be married to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever our next adventures take us, I want you to know how deeply I love you, how happy I am just being with you and look forward to the lifetime of experiences we've yet to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Moonerz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At times the days seemed so long, I thought I'd never make it through,&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, out of a dream, I have met someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;I had locked up all my feelings and I'd thrown away the key,&lt;br /&gt;Until your heart spoke a thousand words I knew were meant to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;To you and me&lt;br /&gt;For all the time we spent together and years to come&lt;br /&gt;With every passing day i reassure myself your the one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-1983812465544796699?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1983812465544796699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=1983812465544796699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/1983812465544796699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/1983812465544796699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2008/11/anniversary-love-letter.html' title='An Anniversary Love Letter'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/SQ_s2BMvWdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/D0IA45UgL_o/s72-c/n518043071_471010_6366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-7581440722905016171</id><published>2008-02-26T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:34:53.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munmun's exclusive thoughts on foodism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R8TndjA54GI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DjSnjqLuXXc/s1600-h/sexi007.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171512766929428578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R8TndjA54GI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DjSnjqLuXXc/s320/sexi007.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Get healthy= healthy = skinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhealthy=fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smoking….no alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol raises the level of hydrochloric acid in ur stomach and makes u suffer from poor digestion and bloated fat pig syndrome, non organic wine is no good either , it contains urethane, a cancer causing chemical , both beer and alcohol jack up ur blood sugar level.&lt;br /&gt;Drink organic red wine produced without sulphites (sulphites are additives used fight bacteria they cause allergic reactions…..that is why drink organic red wine …no sulphites added…NSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda is liquid satan….it is garbage, soda’s high level of phosphorous can increase calcium loss from the body as can its sodium ad caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspartame an ingredient commonly found in diet sodas and other sugar free foods has been blamed for arthritis, birth defects, diabetes. methyl alcohol a component of aspartame enters ur body it turns into formaldehyde…which is cancer causing…the reason u have a lumpy ass is coz u r preserving your fat cells with diet soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When aspartame is paired with carbs it causes brain to slow down production of serotonin…which is needed to keep u happy n well balanced so soda makes u sick, unhappy and fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning coffee is for pussies…if u r addicted to caffeine then its coz ur sleep deprived or a unhealthy slob.caffeine causes headaches , digestive problems , irritation of the stomach n bladder ,peptic ulcers , diarrhea,fatigue,anxiety and depression. it raises stress hormones. coffee whether regular or decaf is highly acidic,acidic foods cause the body to produce fat cells. So coffee= fat cells. Don’t start ur day with a dose of poison. A much better way to start ur day is with decaf green tea or a fresh squeezed oj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junk food= saturated fats+ sugars+ hydrogenated oils+ calories+ cholesterol+chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of butylated hydroxyamisole BHA or butylated hydroxytoluene BHT…..highly dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before u decide to go for fat free snacks…use ur head…read the ingredients before u buy anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;CARBS: THE TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 types :simple and complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple carbs suck and are as nutritionally beneficial as toilet paper. They are mostly made up of sugar, which releases too quickly causing sugar high n then crashes. This tends to leave us feeling hungry so we eat more. Simple carbs are white flour, white pasta , white rice and white sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex carbs are comprised of starch and fiber and release gradually , providing a steady source of energy. They make us feel full. They are potatoes, yams , barley, corn, brown rice, beans, hummus, lentils, millet and pasta made from brown rice, whole wheat or vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit is quite possibly the most perfect food. High in enzymes, it effortlessly passes through the body. It cleanses, detoxifies the body. Fruit serves best when eaten alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;coming up more....hey if u happen to find me drinking or chewing carbs...dun hold anything against me....im all for fun and to enjoy life...but everything needs to be done in moderation...above is wat i read and thought must share....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;till then stay sexy n healthy.&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/11399313-7581440722905016171?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7581440722905016171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=7581440722905016171' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/7581440722905016171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/7581440722905016171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2008/02/munmuns-exclusive-thoughts-on-foodism.html' title='Munmun&apos;s exclusive thoughts on foodism'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R8TndjA54GI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DjSnjqLuXXc/s72-c/sexi007.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-1973150534468845153</id><published>2008-01-23T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:16:22.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51 things i intend to do before i die</title><content type='html'>Having being unemployed for quite some time now the devil mind thought of compiling a list of things to be done before its time to kiss goodbye.So here's my list and let me know if im missing out on anything interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skydiving( after bungy it does seem like my next mission....i just don't have the balls to do it...or may be i do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.stay in new york's most expensive hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.learn to ski and go sking on real snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.prap,nup n my due trip to a secluded island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Visit each of the continents .(2 of em done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Appear on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. learn how to dance salsa (I sort of know how to, but want to take more lessons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.learn how to dance tango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. eat a Thai meal in Thailand(already accomplished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.learn how to bake a fab chocolate cake(im a lazy ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.take a writing course (for real coz i suck at it as u can see from my blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.try a pilates class (done, liked it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.be part of the audience of Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. start my own school...be a principal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. kiss my love goodnight in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.make my own ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.visit Shakespeare and Co in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.meet the jackass team(lurve them all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.give a hug to triple h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.see the Dalai Lama in person(done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.learn tai-chi --- did it and loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.take a photography course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.do bungy jumping(was a piece of cake...loved every bit of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.to eat a pizza in sicily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.milk a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.go fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.to have good dim sums(do it everyweek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Spend a whole day eating junk food without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.watch live wrestling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Be someone's mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Get Married&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it!(is great to be married)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.be a mommy(may be in the next two years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.ride in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Hold a Koala(she was so cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Visit a nude beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Have a fashionista compliment you on your outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.get my nerdy articles published and people actually read them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.throw a fancy party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Try my luck at the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.win a lottery of million dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Write and speak English like a native Brit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Get a professional massage. (have got swesome massages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.fall in love(have and still am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Change a stranger's flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Get a reasonable BMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Attend a major film festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.Play in a high stakes poker game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Plant a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.to do all the above before i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, so I ended up ripping some of these off of other similar lists, but they all seemed liked sane things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-1973150534468845153?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1973150534468845153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=1973150534468845153' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/1973150534468845153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/1973150534468845153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2008/01/51-things-i-intend-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='51 things i intend to do before i die'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-116119032768874805</id><published>2006-10-18T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:53:22.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to hell wid da jitters</title><content type='html'>I've been getting this rather disturbing feeling off late...Are they bridal jitters or something? &lt;br /&gt;I know that I'll be terribly homesick, would cry at the smallest of things and would want to rush back home. &lt;br /&gt;But isn't love like that...When you first thought of marrying you had doubts about the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;Then you fell in love and everything was ok. I am sure every bride (and groom?) goes through these pre-marital blues but then love conquers all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its jus a phase PS! it'll pass soon! The important part is that you are with someone you love...&lt;br /&gt;just go with the flow...&lt;br /&gt;these are just bridal jitters, &lt;br /&gt;life is so full of them..childhood tantrums, teenage anxieties, bridal jitters, pregnancy problems, middle-age crisis, retirement worries and finally, geriatric grievances....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wedding round the corner and you can feel it from afar. A feeling of elation and the excitement to start a new life with your partner, a wonderful feeling indeed! &lt;br /&gt;But deep down there you are a little frenzied, nervous and there is an unknown fear inside. It becomes rather difficult for you to understand where all your anxieties actually stem from&lt;br /&gt;Reflect upon what you enjoy most about each other. The factors that make you think you'll be happy together and what is really important to you in life and love. Tell him how much you love him and look forward to your future together. But also get your fears and anxieties out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a quiet place to 'listen' to your feelings away from the pressures of the forthcoming wedding&lt;br /&gt;Remember and accept the fact that no matter how well you know each other, life after marriage changes with new responsibilities and duties coming in. Thus getting pre-wedding jitters is normal&lt;br /&gt;It's not an epidemic. It's not a ''bug&lt;br /&gt;lets call it 'wedding -itis'&lt;br /&gt;It is natural to get cold feet. Keep in mind that you are not the first person to experience this and many brides and grooms experience the pre-wedding jitters. Remember there's a reason you said yes in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;reflect on the mutual love and affection you feel for each other. Again, remember you said "Yes" for very solid reasons and as you build a life with your spouse the benefits of marriage will confirm that you have taken the right step. &lt;br /&gt;i know what ure going through....i feel the same....i feel like i should have a mobile bathroom wid me....jokes aside i love u...n love will conquer all......dun worry we will be fine togetha...i promise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-116119032768874805?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/116119032768874805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=116119032768874805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/116119032768874805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/116119032768874805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-hell-wid-da-jitters.html' title='to hell wid da jitters'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-115805897286528907</id><published>2006-09-12T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T04:03:59.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOST WEIRDEST ORKUT SCRAPS I HAVE HAD TO GO THRU</title><content type='html'>This one is especially for the chicka's......my feminst streak ......m back to scrutinize the darker sex.....n this one is dedicated to&lt;br /&gt;some chep's on orkut...who wid their scrapz cud simply blow ya off ur mind.....here are some that ive fallen a victim too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHUL:hi chli chkin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FOR GOD'S SAKE DUN CALL A GAL CHILLY CHICKEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJAY:read ur profile (timepass karna tha)....found it quite interesting (maskaa maar raha hoon)....u lookin good in this pic(yaar ab jhooth bhi bolna pad raha hai iske liye)....will u like to b my frnd plzz (chalo tu nahi to koi aur mil jaayegi teri frndlist mein).... i hope u wont mind me adding u (abe bhaav mat khana, add karliyo ).... just check out my profile (kuchh likha nahi waise maine)...u'l find we hav lots of things common (teri profile padh ke hi add ki hai maine)...my msngr id is calling_kanav (ab apni bhi de diyo chup chaap)!! bye n take care ( mere bolne se jaise firk pad jaayega )..... "&lt;br&gt;hehehe kaisa laga yeh ......can v be frnds? &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;EAOOOOOOOOOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBHASH:hi Mun mun nice 2 meet u.i would like 2 share a company with u.n a good n health frenship with u. &lt;br /&gt;(NO COMMENTS TO THIS ONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITESH:hi i am arif&lt;br /&gt;do you friedship me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HOW DO I FRIEDSHIP U...LOLZ....BITCHY ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V@RUN:-: can&lt;br /&gt;i say hi to u .but u please will not say bye to me.i wana join to u as a friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WATEVA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vikas sparrow: yaar ur specs looks so sexy &lt;br /&gt;and u loks very naughty &lt;br /&gt;wht do u do ?&lt;br /&gt;and where u live?&lt;br /&gt;how is ur life ?&lt;br /&gt;and u a born patriot or wht ?&lt;br /&gt;attracted towards national service &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WHICH ONE TO ANSWER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puneet: ur life sucks..it luks dat ur pissed off..need a change.. scrap me back..hav nice time .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(U WUD DO ANYTHING TO GET MY ATTENTION....M VERY HAPPY WID MY LIFE...SORRY IF URE NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishy4U: hi my fev mun mun sexy babe &lt;br /&gt;(EEEEEEEEEEEEE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daru peena chodo: send me ur phone no, i wanna talk 2 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WAT MAKES U THINK I WUD GIVE U MY PHONE NUMBER...HIGH HOPES)&lt;br /&gt;UMESH: delhi has got only two tooooooooo lovely thngs u n momos.........so wassup ????????? &lt;br /&gt; oh god ur pic smells great, is dat ur perfume &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MY PIC SMELLS GREAT.....THE WHOLE SCRAP UNBELIEVABLE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PrAdYuT...in luv: well u dun need to say anymore...if u realise urself the true essence of the words u wrote..which i highly doubt u do...and for the rest...there's a very sweet suggestion very few ppl get it from me...so start feeling luky...change all the oder pics other than the profile pic...they seenm too made up...and unlike u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DO U EVEN KNOW ME....N ANYWAYS WHO ON EARTH R U...DID I ASK U 4 UR ADVICE) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROHAN: i know u very well u r the kid in that movie "mai aisa hi hoon " am i rite then write me a scrap or send my prize at mi home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DO I LOOK THAT YOUNG......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IM SURE U ALSO HAVE SOME WEIRD N CRAZY ONES TO SHARE SO DO POST URS )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.justcomments.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.justcomments.com/showlove-images/23.gif width=226 height=157 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.justcomments.com'&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Free Myspace Comments&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funstartpages.com"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Get A Cool New Layout&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-115805897286528907?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115805897286528907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=115805897286528907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115805897286528907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115805897286528907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/09/most-weirdest-orkut-scraps-i-have-had.html' title='THE MOST WEIRDEST ORKUT SCRAPS I HAVE HAD TO GO THRU'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-115805646783578855</id><published>2006-09-12T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T03:25:48.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELEVEN THINGS YOU WILL NEVER HEAR ME SAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.justcomments.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.justcomments.com/glittercomments-images/words61.gif width=393 height=67 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.justcomments.com'&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Free Myspace Comments&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.That girl is wearing the same outfit as I am. Cool, I'm gonna go over and talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I'd rather watch football and drink beer  than go shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I hate to gossip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Would you like me to dispose of that lizard/snake/spider/insect for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I prefer the taste and texture of fat-free foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I love exercising. Honestly, I can’t exercise enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.His new girlfriend is thinner and better looking than I am, and I'm happy for them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.These jeans make my ass look WAY too small.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I love getting my period. I wish it came more often.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.“I wish I could find a pair of denim overalls with spider man embroidered on the front pocket for myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11."Mmmmm, fish!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-LEMME KNOW WHICH ONE DO U LIKE THE BEST N ALSO POST SOME OF URS...IT WUD B FUN KNOWING WAT UD NEVA SAY.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-115805646783578855?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115805646783578855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=115805646783578855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115805646783578855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115805646783578855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/09/eleven-things-you-will-never-hear-me.html' title='ELEVEN THINGS YOU WILL NEVER HEAR ME SAY'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-115563050846299088</id><published>2006-08-15T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:28:28.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThAnK gOd N YoUuuuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/1600/lilacs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/320/lilacs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/1600/tongues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/320/tongues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how I can be myself with you!&lt;br /&gt;I love lilacs for their reminder that I am high on life, love and lilacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how fully you you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream for you is to always stay as confident, spirited and impetuous as you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said there are Angels&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven above&lt;br /&gt;And they shine with the light&lt;br /&gt;Of an inner love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of these things&lt;br /&gt;I had not a clue&lt;br /&gt;But that was&lt;br /&gt;Before I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in you I’ve found&lt;br /&gt;A love that is so right&lt;br /&gt;It shines all around&lt;br /&gt;With the brightest of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God sent you here&lt;br /&gt;To a place where you’d be&lt;br /&gt;Sharing such love&lt;br /&gt;With someone like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God each day&lt;br /&gt;For finding the time&lt;br /&gt;For looking down on me&lt;br /&gt;And making you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was neva gud at rhyming...but ive tried n im hoping ull like it...added my literary essence to it...n it was easy...from the deepest core of my heart to u..corny eh...i dun care...my true feelings..u know i love u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-115563050846299088?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115563050846299088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=115563050846299088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115563050846299088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115563050846299088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-god-n-youuuuuu.html' title='ThAnK gOd N YoUuuuuu'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-115253171997067577</id><published>2006-07-10T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:41:59.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking The Plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/1600/pinksapphire_bridalx150%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/320/pinksapphire_bridalx150%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I get into everything else about this last weekend, let me just say - phew, the World Cup is over. I'm not big into football,  but what happened to Zidane? How could he have been so stupid as to end his career like that? I just couldn't believe it, watching it last night. But it's over for another four years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. My last post as a single woman. Soon I'm going to be leaving for indonesia to get engaged and in the month of november I’ll officially be a Mrs.Freaky - but cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and feel secured.  I cannot (and do not want to) imagine my life without him right by my side.  He is SO  loving and has the  most fantastic ability to make me feel every single inch a lady. The next few weeks will surely be me walking on the proverbial “Cloud 9? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO looking forward to marrying this man - I wish it were happening tomorrow. More than that - I look forward to spending my life with him.  I’m looking foward to growing old with him, sharing my life with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will,  return with pictures and a complete ‘tell-all’ of my  adventure in indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, everyone!Peace out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-115253171997067577?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115253171997067577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=115253171997067577' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115253171997067577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115253171997067577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/07/taking-plunge.html' title='Taking The Plunge'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-115030207630725181</id><published>2006-06-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:21:16.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Reasons Why I'm Marrying You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Sense of Humor-The sense of humor you provide is generous, positive kind that &lt;br /&gt;makes life more fun and the tough times easier.You make me laugh and lift my spirits&lt;br /&gt;gee i love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Cares about what i think-You care about what i say and respond with empathy and sincerity.You know how to carry on an interesting discussion on a variety of topics, and you even show interest  even if the topic is about nail paint or lipstick,the bottom line is you care about my little things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Has An Opinion, Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly good conversationalist not only listens to your words and responds, but also &lt;br /&gt;has ideas and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Knows how to work out things-you know how to discuss our differences without &lt;br /&gt;becoming defensive or sarcastic, and we can listen to each other and work together &lt;br /&gt;toward a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Accepts me the way i am -IM so glad there is nothing you want to change in me.&lt;br /&gt;You just accept me the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Intelligence-An 'airhead' who looks good and may be fun to play with, will not&lt;br /&gt; keep you interested for long.  A man who is not interested in learning and growing &lt;br /&gt;intellectually may not be able to keep up over the long haul. Manny i know u have a good intellect and woo our kids will even be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Emotionally Mature-While it’s fun and charming to be able to be childlike when in &lt;br /&gt;a playful mood, it’s essential to be an adult whenever necessary.You are responsible, self-regulating, emotionally responsive(p.s i know ure sensible and totally in control but i even like the crazy and baby side of you and i can never ever forget that funny machine episode,gawd you scared me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.The Sixth Sense-The day i met you call it my sixth sense or the womanly instinct &lt;br /&gt;or god up there just sending me some hints, i knew you were going to be my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.You're such a charmer-The way you enthralled not just one but all in my family,&lt;br /&gt;the way you made them go all gaga about you,hafta admit i was impressed(thanks to &lt;br /&gt;your mba classes and the natural born conversationalist talent in you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.THE MOST IMPORTANT REASON-IM MARRYING YOU BECAUSE YOU KNEW I WAS THE ONE FOR YOU,&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAD THE RIGHT EYE TO PICK ME...LOLZ,THANKS FOR MAKING ME YOUR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LOTS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s i wud have  married you even if  one or two of the above was missing coz&lt;br /&gt; i know nobody is perfect but im happy to marry u coz as u say ure my  dream man n&lt;br /&gt;that  ure such a nice guy blah blah.....bottom line i love u.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning-the above is just for the man in my life...so do not copy or paste but even if you do,let the reason be love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-115030207630725181?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115030207630725181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=115030207630725181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115030207630725181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115030207630725181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/06/top-ten-reasons-why-im-marrying-you.html' title='Top Ten Reasons Why I&apos;m Marrying You.'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-115021481577707207</id><published>2006-06-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:06:55.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROPE OF HOPE</title><content type='html'>Negative thinking is like a shovel that keeps you digging a deeper hole, while positive thinking is a rope that you can grab onto. Never let go of that Rope of Hope .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S-THE LINES JUST CAME INTO MY CHAOTIC MIND AND I FELL IN LOVE WITH THEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-115021481577707207?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/115021481577707207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=115021481577707207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115021481577707207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/115021481577707207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/06/rope-of-hope.html' title='ROPE OF HOPE'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-114725345734230068</id><published>2006-05-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T02:31:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerkalicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; We all have about 100 OR more people living inside us,and that they aren't all nice? At times the inner charmer comes out after a few martinis, at times the romantic  shows up on special evenings, at times the crusader gives a special visit and shows geniune concern for the down-trodden, But then there's the "DARK" or "BLACK" side of us - the loner, the whiner, the complainer, the cynic, or  the jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The jerk part of many of us has way too much power  And it's a shame, because when the jerk comes out, relationships tend to get off track  or fail completely. But there's another way to deal with jerks -- and it leads to get fulfillment and success in relationships. let's call it "jerk management." That's right, jerks can be helped ! There's always a reason someone is being  a jerk, and it's usually one of two things: They are fearing the loss of something  or they are feeling emotionally insecure. Most jerks are sensitive people who  don't know how to handle their feelings and are literally screaming  for reassurance. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;           Reassurance is the key word........the above lines are  dedicated to the man in my life.I am going to do my best to avoid the jerk in me.loveeeeeee you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-114725345734230068?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/114725345734230068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=114725345734230068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/114725345734230068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/114725345734230068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/05/jerkalicious.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Jerkalicious&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-114310921310158077</id><published>2006-03-23T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T06:54:11.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i79296608_13548.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After reading Vikram Seth's ' &lt;em&gt;THE GOLDEN GATE'&lt;/em&gt; I  came to the conclusion that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;almost every relationship that starts out with a spark of sexual or romantic excitement is doomed to failure, it is those that are based on respect , liking and companionship that come to fruition .Romance can be described as mentally debilatating factor which destroys reason and sense"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;CAUTION:-DARE NOT STEAL MY LINES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WRITTEN BY- .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mia.mgcdn.us/xoxk/9.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mia.mgcdn.us/xoxk/17.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mia.mgcdn.us/xoxk/10.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mia.mgcdn.us/xoxk/9.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mia.mgcdn.us/xoxk/17.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mia.mgcdn.us/xoxk/10.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp-grafix.net/sitebuilder"target=new&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi8.bpcdn.us/BP-Grafix14/10.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-114310921310158077?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/114310921310158077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=114310921310158077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/114310921310158077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/114310921310158077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/03/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery solved'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-114190430169940745</id><published>2006-03-09T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T06:25:26.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to all my chums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/1600/friends-promo-hq-047[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/320/friends-promo-hq-047%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is exclusively for my sane ones , my only -slightly - unbalanced ones , for all those who have stood the test and tribulation and have stuck by me or beside me, here's to my friend's near and wide.God has given me the joy of great friends.Thanks for this crazy driven friendship ride. I owe this to all my friends for having created a monster like me and how you darling's ensure and continue to mould me into a better one, with every passing day. If you aint my friend , I appologize this blog is going to suck for you, eh it might suck even if you are my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAPTI&lt;/strong&gt; ( my property) - my highest brightest star, my svelte , petite and chic -a - star, i feel so sorry for all those guy's ,one and all who get dazzled in all your thrall ( its my literary touch). My best duo impromptu partner , i know we've literally hated each other during childhood , so all we have to give each other now is love. No matter how dark a secret I have, you have never condemned me. 'BITCH' is the official name we give to each other. We share a common fascination of 'gossiping' and 'bitching'. I love our endless conversations over coffee on 'the creatures from mars' and ' food' and our late night discussion over the complexities of life.Together we've made impossible-possible, ventured and attained the unachievable but we still got to work on mission hotness.I love you to death...we so rock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOPURIYA&lt;/strong&gt;( my true-blue one)- you keep me going when the day is as dark as night ,you never ever judged me, you make life seem so good . I miss our barista moments ,prap yours and mine awesome threesome ( dont run your dirty minds -please)There was never a dull moment when you were around. Thankyou for taking my share of scoldings everytime we were in a mess. I can share every embarrasing ,shameful moment with you .You taught me how wonderful loving others unconditionally is..I miss your aromatic morning treats...our daily bread. I love you so so so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BU&lt;/strong&gt; (my guardian angel) - my boss , you are extra special to me. You have touched my heart without a word or jesture, do you know, you are the one I treasure . You have taught me self acceptance and transformed the little immatured girl into a strong confident woman. I feel so blessed to have you as my aunt. ROCK ON BABEZ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NASHY&lt;/strong&gt;(my sakhe)- you're crazy and zany, rough and gruff, sweet as pie, charmer and big time talker , you're always there to help me mend my broken spirit . You love to tease me without a doubt and you are my constant source of cartoon entertainment . You are not an ordinary friend but a friend i can call mine, Your gunda and mawali words jolt me into a laughter and make all my tears run away.You're a crazy nut bag. I've had many emotional moments with you, you provide such a sturdy rock even when the river of change is trying to shove me under. I wouldn't trade the world for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEATS&lt;/strong&gt; ( my intellectual one) - Despite our awkward past, I'm glad you're still there , with a dash of philosophy and oodles of ego , duct tape fancies , you are one witty friend with an appetite for certain brands of humanity and an appreciation of irony. Thankyou for everything you've done for me, it never goes unnoticed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOSER&lt;/strong&gt; ( my nothing ) - you dont matter to me anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAVNEET AND SHIWANGI&lt;/strong&gt; ( my dear ones ) - I know i always take you both for granted but you both know deep down i love you and can never ever do without you, so please just bear me with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SANDS OF TIME&lt;/strong&gt;- ( my new found friend)- It's too early to list you out here, but you're worth it, thanks for flattering me after every minute, i do appreciate the small things you keep doing for me , i love our phonic conversations and i still have to find you a hot and sexy girl friend .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIPPUN AND GAURAV&lt;/strong&gt;-(TWO REALLY CHWEET BUNNIES)-and i still do love u both,I am so looking forward to our sutta and dimsum gedi to shiv tikki ,cant wait to see you both,gaurav you are very shy,coyly and cuddlesome and nippun is my most endearing and cheerful friend.I love the hrithik act.I have to admit that despite our odds, still together we 3 rock.I love u baby..mwahhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S- Although this one is for my friends but mom and dad i love you.If you havent been named please dont be offended.There are many more of you who make me smile and bring joy into my life.&lt;/em&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/11399313-114190430169940745?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/114190430169940745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=114190430169940745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/114190430169940745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/114190430169940745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/03/ode-to-all-my-chums.html' title='An Ode to all my chums'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-113820224000133077</id><published>2006-01-25T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:17:20.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TOP 10 CHEESY PICK UP LINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Have I seen you somewhere?&lt;/strong&gt; (Too old, a total run down, very sordid- please don’t try this one- its 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I’ve lost my mobile number , can I have yours&lt;/strong&gt; ( if she is not having a good day ,you might end up getting punched on your nose , and if she gives it to you right away then she ain’t  the kinda girl you really would like to call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk in again ?&lt;/strong&gt; (she smiles and says” sorry baby I aint wearing my lenses today – this one is very cheesy n sleazy n kinda outdated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt; Crash  a cube of ice and say “ Now that I’ve  broken the ice , can I know your name please&lt;/strong&gt; “ ( I hope you’re not the one who is crashed after this , get  a grip , be more original , innovative and creative )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt; (   ok she is thinking what’s wrong with the world momma  ,JERK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Can I buy you a drink, can I buy you a pizza  , can I drop you somewhere , can I take you out for coffee ?&lt;/strong&gt; (guy’s stop being so courteous , at least get her to like you and know you first )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;So tell me about yourself , your dreams , your ambitions , your phone number&lt;/strong&gt; ( you wont get the number dude )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a boyfriend ? No , want one ?( if yes , want another )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     after this I’m hoping you’re still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;You see my friend out there , he wants to know if you think I’M CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; (Chances on this 50-50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;The only thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name&lt;/strong&gt; (confession- I like this one)&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/11399313-113820224000133077?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/113820224000133077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=113820224000133077' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113820224000133077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113820224000133077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/01/top-10-cheesy-pick-up-lines.html' title='THE TOP 10 CHEESY PICK UP LINES'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-113629946677277361</id><published>2006-01-03T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T06:47:14.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get over your x</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(This one is for her, for you deserve a better love , whats gone is gone , smile my dear for a brighter tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It happens to everyone , we all get dumped and it sure does hurt like hell.This kind of very personal rejection is in fact so painful that it can make you feel as though you’ve been injured. Rejected people often feel as though their feet have been cut away from under them, rendering them unsteady and unsure.Losing someone you love leaves you with a dull, heavy weight in your chest that often, without warning, explodes into lacerating pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.Learn to live again-start viewing your single status as a fresh and fun opportunity -remember its raining men or women out there,go grab that world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2.Accept that your ex-partner has gone and will not be coming back. Take long, hot, scented baths, play music that helps you to let your feelings out, tempt yourself with favourite foods and allow other people to get close to you and to care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3.Make a list of all the things about your ex-partner that you did not like for example-his burping habit,he always burped in public or how your friends teased you about your boy friend being a complete loser.Write it all down and start realising that maybe your lost relationship was not so great after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4.There is every probability you will be loved again. Not by your ex-partner, of course: you will never again share exactly what you had in that relationship, but you can have just as important feelings with someone else. You need to look at yourself in the mirror and focus on your best features and congratulate yourself on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5.You see, when we are dumped we tend to take the blame on our own shoulders. We mentally beat ourselves up for not being more fun or more intelligent, or more attractive, or much better in bed. Stop this destructive thinking and - just for a change - allow yourself to feel your own goodness. So, deliberately recall times when you have helped someone, or been kind to a stranger, or how you bought two lost friends back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feel a new assurance, a new strength, a new energy invading you… you're about to triumph over all the bad sad blows of the life, you're feeling like "INVINCIBLE"!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(For all those who have heart broken remember its not the end of the world and the best is yet to come.NEVER BREAK A HEART FULL OF LOVE - THERE IS A GOD UP THERE WATCHING ALL OUR ACTIONS AND WHEN YOU BREAK A HEART ,ONE DAY SOMEONE WILL BREAK YOURS TOO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;get over your x now-you will only come out as more improved,better and sexier&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-113629946677277361?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/113629946677277361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=113629946677277361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113629946677277361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113629946677277361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-to-get-over-your-x.html' title='How to get over your x'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-113388253388048696</id><published>2005-12-06T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:22:13.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THROUGH MY WINDOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)  BORING-(vanilla)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is so boring to see the faces of all the &lt;strong&gt;janani’s alias gossip mongers alias desperate housewives &lt;/strong&gt;of my locality bitching and complaining about anything and everything. “ Mrs. Sharma do you know Mrs. Gupta’s daughter ran away with baju wala tony” Or “Have you seen Pinky? Her skirt length is decreasing day by day, &lt;strong&gt;Kya karein Kalyug hai!”KALYUG&lt;/strong&gt; reminds me of my friend Polly in states, she called me up yesterday and told me how she ended up sleeping with a guy on their second date and while they were making love ,the cute looking guy turned out to be a nightmare, he shivered on top of her and worst of all there was no foreplay. To this Mrs. Gupta and her league would say “&lt;strong&gt;ghor kalyug hai”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; b) EXCITING-(Black Currant)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Through my window I see my dream guy playing basketball, He is a perfect blend and a mixture of the Retrosexual and the Metrosexual. I wonder if he notices me. He rides the most coolest bikes and I hate Tina who is always trying to get his attention. Somebody go and tell her he is my property!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  c) IRRITATING-(Kesar Pista)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just cant bear the noise and havoc those mini devils create, I don’t mind them playing but why on earth do they have to be so noisy? One day I shall seek avenge from those morons and tell them that NOBODY MESSES WITH THE POWERPUFF GIRL.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     d) SENSUOUS-(Chocolate)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Life is like a chocolate so eat it before it melts. Through my window I see the ball of hydrogen(Mr. Sun) setting and bidding goodbye. Bubye Mr.Sun see you in the morning. The sunset is the most sensuous thing according to me. It reminds me of the beautiful and magnificent nature that surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt; e) INDIFFERENT-(butterscotch)-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;The street dogs wagging their tails and like always greedy and hungry. At times I feel sorry for them but then I am also scared of them. Last week our gali ka most loyal doggie, we all call him pyaar se LALLU, bit Mr. Malhotra on his butt and trust me I am going to reward lallu for this later.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  f) ANGRY-( raspberry bar)-&lt;/span&gt; Everytime I see the security guardman sleeping, I feel my temper raising. I have often warned him “Ramu bhaiya all sleep and no watch will one day will definitely put into big trouble”. Imagine getting paid to sleep- what luxury! I wish people could be more responsible and dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-113388253388048696?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/113388253388048696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=113388253388048696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113388253388048696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113388253388048696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/12/through-my-window.html' title='THROUGH MY WINDOW'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-113215340474570484</id><published>2005-11-16T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:03:24.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/1600/Image(120).jpg"&gt;Looking in the mirror with a sexy pout, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admiring herself like a goddess,&lt;br /&gt;praising her beauty,&lt;br /&gt;With the most intoxicating eyes,&lt;br /&gt;she looks around thinking things that no one ever found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind more complex than the confusing atomic structures&lt;br /&gt;Listening to her thoughts makes me sometimes wonder&lt;br /&gt;The serene and calm face can be an illusion&lt;br /&gt;but inside there is lot of confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My writings doesnt contain humour&lt;br /&gt;but writing on her couldnt be anything else either&lt;br /&gt;Complexity or Simplicity i dont have an answer&lt;br /&gt; this is one thing that makes me ponder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping all the jokes apart&lt;br /&gt; inside she has beautiful heart&lt;br /&gt;makes me wish best for her for now and forever!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4574/923/320/Image%28120%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; To munmun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u'll love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love -prapti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments to be posted to prapti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-113215340474570484?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/113215340474570484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=113215340474570484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113215340474570484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113215340474570484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/11/looking-in-mirror-with-sexy-pout.html' title=''/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-113156142643715082</id><published>2005-11-09T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:37:06.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl wants…….What a girl needs……know it all from a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This article is exclusively for those guys who still have not been able to solve the mystery of the fairer sex-what does she really want???? Tough call for tough guys. This article is also for my readers who have been waiting eagerly for my come back. Here I am once again with my chaotic mind.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Look dude’s you have to know one thing right away that a girl just doesn’t only want you to have a good sense of humour (good sense of humour is like a glass of wine, feels good but does not fill her appetite. What she really wants is the 2P’s –Protector and Provider. Girls love to be protected. It makes her feel cared, wanted, loved and costs you nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Women look for men with goals, initiative, direction and those who are responsible. Today chivalry is subtle. Just be aware, if it’s cold , offer your coat or jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Drive miles just to get a glimpse of her, stay  awake for her, give her complete attention ,compliment her (remember she spend hours to dress up to look good for you).Love her even when she is at her worst and see how she’ll melt into your arms. If she asks you” have I gone fat?” just look into her eyes and say “I love you in any form, I’ll hold your hand even when you are sweating, I’ll  show the whole world you’re mine” after this your babe is going no where, you’ve made her yours completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            No matter what don’t avoid her calls. They hate to be ignored. If she hangs up on you call her back. Plan a sweet surprise for her, she loves gifts and romance. Be romantic and expressive. Nothing can make her more secure than a commitment. She might never say it but at the end of the day all the gorgeous ladies want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Members of the darker sex enough of womanlogy for now, I’ll let you know more but first try this, the bottom line is if she loves you don’t let her go away and if you love her read the above lines once again and go for your quest now. I hope I’ve been helpful to  all you hunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST TO ALL YOU MEN FOR YOUR ANGEL.&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/11399313-113156142643715082?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/113156142643715082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=113156142643715082' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113156142643715082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/113156142643715082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-girl-wantswhat-girl-needsknow-it.html' title='What a girl wants…….What a girl needs……know it all from a girl'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-111735154358382780</id><published>2005-05-29T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:25:43.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A JOURNEY INTO A MAN’S MIND:PART II</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; There are two reasons as to why I am jotting  down the experience of my second trip into the inexplicable mind of a man :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Sincere confession that they’re not that bad, its like one bad fish dirties the whole pond and I’ve been irrational in accusing the whole breed for the follies of some existing morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. I’m  thankful to this rapturous species for having shown so much interest and the reviews have indeed been overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                        Venturing into the minds of different kind of men I realized  that they are two kinds of men:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE O’ SO TEMPTING MORON&lt;br /&gt;THE O’SO NICE MORON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; THE O’ SO TEMPTING MORON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Temptation means to entice a person to do something wrong. ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPEARANCE- The tempting moron is a fairly good looking man. He is  handsome ,witty ,at times intellectual and drives you crazy. He  wears the perfect perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATURE-He keeps you on the run, you will keep following him and he will keep ignoring you. Wonder who said “IGNORANCE IS BLISS”. The moment a good looking girl comes across a tempting moron she is sure to be left heartbroken or with an everlasting heartache. His ignorant attitude towards you keeps you jogging after him . After a long run either he dumps you or you give up. He makes you go weak on your knees. He strikes your right nerves. He barges into your life as your knight in shining armour and disappears like a reckless coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE O’ SO NICE MORON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; There is nothing wrong about him. He is your Mr. Right and yet you don’t accept him because of the axe effect the tempting morons leave on the fairer sex. He never causes you pain and loves you unconditionally. He makes you feel on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONFESSION FROM A GIRLS MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Be it the tempting or the nice moron , when it comes to love we do become blind. Sidney Sheldon says NOTHING LASTS FOREVER. I don’t agree to this ,I  think if you love someone for a while you love him for a lifetime. Life is too  short to hold back your feelings . I’m not sure if love is a myth or a reality but it keeps your life on the move and we are all needy of each other’s love. So go forth and love .&lt;br /&gt;             I still conclude by saying that the  former can’t do without the latter.&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/11399313-111735154358382780?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111735154358382780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=111735154358382780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111735154358382780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111735154358382780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/05/journey-into-mans-mindpart-ii.html' title='A JOURNEY INTO A MAN’S MIND:PART II'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-111651651395824733</id><published>2005-05-19T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:02:37.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A JOURNEY INTO A MAN’S MIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This piece of writing is for all those who think I’m a feminist or have been complaining that I don’t write about men. On their request I took up a difficult journey into a man’s mind .My quest into a male’s mind has been adventurous and exciting. Trust me girls it’s a filthy mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN=CHOCOLATES+MORONS.(the formula that works for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be in search for my Mr. Perfect (looks, personality, persona, intellect…..the whole package) but have come to the conclusion that there is no Mr. Perfect . Although I do intend to find my Mr. Right someday.There is a thin line of difference between 'right' and 'perfect'. The gullible girls move from Mr. Perfect to Mr. Right.  Knowing different kinds of men has been a roller coaster ride for me. This species from Mars is both exciting and nerve wracking. Neither men nor women can do without each other. OPPOSITES ATTRACT. A man’s mind is very perplexed. While my stay out there I found myself trapped behind dreams, visions, ideas which generally concentrated on women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my journey is over I have come down to some basic conclusions about the darker sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are like chocolates . Totally un resistible . Every women craves for men except for the obvious (lesbians).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Contrary to point number 1 is point 2. Men are Morons. At times you just want to kick their ass and tell them they are not that “cool” they think themselves to be. I asked a member of the male society that why did god create man and he answers with a sense of pride because vibrators can’t mow the lawn. They do tend to do an overdo with the sense of humour thing. By the end of every scene the members of the female society realised that men are morons but by the end of the play mars and venus were stuck together like a politician wanting to stick to his'kursi' by hook or by crook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are more chivalrous these days. The balance of the male chauvinistic world is slowly tilting. “ Can I get you a drink” , “ Can I drop you somewhere”. This act of kindness does have some mean, nasty and fulfilling motives. I aint putting down the motives out here. There was a point of time when woman was  the 'charno ki dasi" and man was the 'pati parmeshwar' while now men bend down on their knees and ask the big question"Will you marry me?".The only thing common still is the MOTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Men think of sex most of the times. They can never get enough of sex. Its okay for men to think about sex. It’s a macho thing. It’s a man thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . Men tend to give out their hearts very easily.For instance an unknown man yesterday came up to my cousin and giving her a bouquet of roses which actually belonged to the birthday boy said ' this is my heart that im giving out to you.keep it safely'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. “Sexy” clothes really affect men ,be it Jennifer Lopez or our very own desi erotica Mallika Sherawat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are often more logical and analytical while women are more intuitive. A man’s mind and a woman’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Men are usually focused on their goals . Although porn and women can distract them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Men LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Both men and women possess “SIN NATURE” . There is a satan residing in all of us-both the genders&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CONCLUSION- I LOVE MEN.DESPITE ALL YOUR FAULTS YOU STILL RULE MY WORLD. I can’t do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RESEARCHED BY VENUS.&lt;br /&gt;DO POST YOUR COMMENTS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-111651651395824733?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111651651395824733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=111651651395824733' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111651651395824733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111651651395824733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/05/journey-into-mans-mind.html' title='A JOURNEY INTO A MAN’S MIND'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-111479526796442921</id><published>2005-04-29T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:21:07.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 COMMANDMENTS OF THE FAIRER SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1.The female makes the rules.&lt;br /&gt;2.The rules are subject to change by the female at any time withoutprior notification.&lt;br /&gt;3.No male can possibly know all the rules. Attempts to document therules are not permitted.&lt;br /&gt;4.If the female suspects that the male may know some or all of therules, she must immediately change some or all of the rules.&lt;br /&gt;5.The female is never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;6.If the female is wrong, it is because of an egregariousmisunderstanding which was the direct result of something the male did,said, did not do, or did not say.&lt;br /&gt;7.If rule 6 is invoked, the male must apologize immediately for havingbeen the cause of the misunderstanding without any clues from thefemale as to what he did to have caused the misunderstanding. See rule13.&lt;br /&gt;8.The female may change her mind at any time for any reason or noreason at all.&lt;br /&gt;9.The male is never permitted to change his mind or under circumstanceswithout the express written consent of the female which is given onlyin cases where the female wanted him to change his mind but gave noindication of that wish. See rules 6, 7, 12, and 13.&lt;br /&gt;10.The female has the right to be angry or upset for any reason, realor imagined, at any time and under any circumstance which in her solejudgement she deems appropriate. The male is not to be given any signof the root cause of the female's being angry or pset. The female may,however, give false or misleading reasons to see if the male is payingattention. See rule 13.&lt;br /&gt;11.The male must remain calm at all times, unless the female wants himto be angry or upset.&lt;br /&gt;12.Under no circumstances may the female give the male any clue orindication whether or why she wants him to be angry or upset.&lt;br /&gt;13.The male is expected to read the mind of the female at all times.Failure to do so will result in punishments and penalties imposed atthe sole discretion of the female.&lt;br /&gt;14.The female may, at any time and for any reason, resurrect any pastincident without regard to temporal or spacial distance, and modify,enlarge, embellish, of wholly reconstruct it in order to demonstrate tothe male that he is now or has in the past been wrong, insensitive,pig-headed, dense, deceitful, and/or oafish.&lt;br /&gt;15.The female may use her interpretation of any past occurrence toillustrate the ways in which the male has failed to accord her theconsideration, respect, devotion, or material possessions, he hasbestowed on other females, domestic pets or barnyard animals, sportsteams, automobiles, motorcycles, boats, aircraft, or coworkers. Suchillustrations are non-rebuttable.&lt;br /&gt;16.If the female is experiencing PMS, Post-PMS, or Pre-PMS, the femaleis permitted to exhibit any manner of behaviors she wishes withoutregard to logical consistency or accepted norms of human behavior.&lt;br /&gt;17.Any act, deed, word, _expression, statement, utterance, thought,opinion, or belief by the male is subject to the sole, subjectiveinterpretation of the female, other external factors not-withstanding.Alibis, excuses, explanations, defenses, reasons, extenuations, orrationalizations will not be entertained. Abject please for mercy andforgiveness are acceptable under some circumstances, especially whenaccompanied by tangible evidence of contrition.&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/11399313-111479526796442921?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111479526796442921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=111479526796442921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111479526796442921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111479526796442921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/04/17-commandments-of-fairer-sex.html' title='17 COMMANDMENTS OF THE FAIRER SEX'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-111479344772490330</id><published>2005-04-29T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:50:47.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heights of pessimism</title><content type='html'>NOT WRITTEN BY ME-----BUT JUST FELT LIKE ADDING IT TO MY BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so I came over here lookign for a mate , found you and so thought i should ask you out for a dance .But I'm kind of concerned. I mean, we could hit it off really well, end up having a few drinks, next thing you know you're giving me your number because I'm too shy to ask for it, I finally get up the nerve to call and we take in a movie, have some dinner, I relax, you relax, we go out a few more times, get to know each other's friends, spend a lot of time together, then finally have get past this sexual tension and really develop this intense sex life that is truly incredible, decide our relationship is solid and stable, so we movein together for a while, then a few months later get married, I get a promotion, you get a promotion, we buy a bigger house. You really want kids, but I really want freedom, but we have a kid anyway, only to find that I am resentful, the sparks start to fade and to rekindle them we have two more lovely kids, but now I work too much to keep up with the bills, have no time for you, you're stressed and stop taking really good care of yourself, so to get past our slow sex life and my declining self-confidence I turn to an outside affair for sexual gratification. You find out because I'm careless and a lousy liar, you throw me out (justifiably so) and we have to explain to the kids why mommy and daddy are splitting up. That's just too sad. Think about the children. For God's sake, if you dance with me and we hit it off, let's just keep it as friendly dance, because we both know where it's going. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-111479344772490330?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111479344772490330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=111479344772490330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111479344772490330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111479344772490330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/04/heights-of-pessimism.html' title='heights of pessimism'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-111452859743730085</id><published>2005-04-26T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T08:25:11.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Acquaintance with a Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that besides god and satan there is one more complex creature living inside each one of us. At times he is good, at times bad but most of the times he is confused and rebellious. This alien creature is like a kid, who will always do what he is stopped from. For instance this inexplicable creature inside me is the root cause of me being termed as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;‘strange’&lt;/span&gt; .The more I tell him not to think of a particular thing or person, the more I end up thinking, talking and discussing about that thing or person I suppose this creature is more domineering over the fairer sex. That is why women are called’ &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;complex creatures’, ’strange’, ’brainless’,’ emotional fools’ and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself belonging to the fairer sex can proudly claim that may be it is this creature that makes my intuitions and suspicions grow stronger day by day. Most of the times my brain is not functioning while there is not even a single second when this creature remains inactive. He is as active as Ambani’s bank accounts, Paris Hilton’s wardrobe and Laloo’s endless list of scandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try I find it impossible to get rid of this bacterial creature. I’m not certain about his ancestral history and I’m not aware that whose relative he actually is. Is he in god’s team or satan’s gang , even the FBI has laid their hands off this case. One thing is certain that he is very dominant over the brain and exercises full control over every emotion just like our Sharukh Khan-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the undisputed badshah of tinsel town&lt;/span&gt; or oye bubbly the most entertaining ad line of ad world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this chaotic creature is complex and infectious yet none can do without him. Can you imagine a woman without her ‘strangeness’, it would make her so incomplete and boring. Can you imagine a woman without her funny, sad, strange expressions, a woman without her baseless and senseless talks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no matter how much I or the other gender ridicules this creature ,the fact is that neither women nor men can do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           PEACE TO ALL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(PS- I'm thankful to my cousin who suggested me the title.This one is for u priest..you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-111452859743730085?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111452859743730085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=111452859743730085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111452859743730085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111452859743730085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/04/acquaintance-with-stranger.html' title='An Acquaintance with a Stranger'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-111415414048219256</id><published>2005-04-22T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:15:40.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CONFUSED STATE OF MIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This was an attempt to rhyme but I ended up with a strong affirmation that today was not the ideal day to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;            Once upon a time I realized that I have never been able to rhyme. The last two months I read Shelley, Keats, Wordsworth, Dryden, Chaucer, Rossetti and all other masters of their times and got inspired and made an effortless attempt to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The poetess in me breathes her imagination&lt;br /&gt; In the form of dream, vision and illusion&lt;br /&gt;And the weak mind is in the midst of confusion&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how Hughes did it without any complication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is strange and tormenting&lt;br /&gt;With every step, all the more perplexing&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you had it all&lt;br /&gt;Think again you’re being kicked like a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waste landers on a waste land,&lt;br /&gt;We talk about fertility on dry sand&lt;br /&gt;Materialistically gaining, spiritually failing&lt;br /&gt;The old vessel of life aimlessly sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are my thoughts so pessimistic  ?&lt;br /&gt;With corruption and bribery all should be optimistic&lt;br /&gt;What politicians can do for you, not even god could do&lt;br /&gt;Agrees to this even the dead satirist Alexander Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above twenty lines, Have no sense of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Still I end this poetic fantasy with pride and smile&lt;br /&gt;That alas one day I will rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-111415414048219256?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111415414048219256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=111415414048219256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111415414048219256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111415414048219256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/04/confused-state-of-mind.html' title='A CONFUSED STATE OF MIND'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-111064587874567445</id><published>2005-03-12T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T08:44:38.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INNOCENCE LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I?I wonder if everyone in this paranoic world is asking the same question to their lost souls.Is my life going to be worthwhile,am i going to do anything good,will my life be fruitful,will my karma be good,will i be able to face god without any fear when i go up there?.....I myself dont know,but my soul wonders that if god granted me this life then what does he expect .Am i expected to lead a noble life or am i expected to help the needy or am i expected to feed the hungry or should i just be self concerned and increase my materialistic wants,needs and desires.The world worships those who own highly expensive materialistic things ranging from your car to your cellphone ,from the brand of your clothes to the diamond in your ring. Its a materialistic world after all,and innocence is lost.Demons are disguised as angels...and with every step you take Mr.Betrayal is waiting for you,but still the god in me whispers "Life is full of pitfalls,good people are always tested,remember you know what is good and what is bad for you,so give life your best shot because one day a miracle will happen for you too" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 AMEN&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/11399313-111064587874567445?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111064587874567445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=111064587874567445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111064587874567445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111064587874567445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/03/innocence-lost.html' title='INNOCENCE LOST'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-111064573715980688</id><published>2005-03-12T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T08:42:17.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WONT LET YOU GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;T his is a very sensitive subject, about a girl who loved her father truly, madly, deeply. The father and girl lived in their own world and they led a very beautiful fairy tale life until life's biggest reality(death) knocked at their door. PAPA-- I WONT LET YOU GO I remember the time Papa when the doctor placed me in your arms, the time you caught my finger and taught me how to walk.......... The time my teacher handed you my report card and i remember how proud you felt, The time you slapped me for opting the wrong way to score high in my exams, The time when you hugged me when i i got my first job, The time when you cried , when you were kissing me goodbye and sending me away to my new life, my new world and all you said was ''Be MY GOOD GIRL.'' The time you blessed me for now i was a mother myself. The time i would come running to you again and every time I came I noticed more and more wrinkles on your face. And now is the time Papa when you're lying on this hospital bed, you can't walk, you can't talk, for the first time you don't seem so strong, Mom is alone up there and she calls for your soul but i won't let her, Where are all those jokes which brought me laughter, Where are those hands that protected from that nasty man, Show me ''THE LITTLE MERMAID'' on your cd rom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PAPA NO MATTER WHAT.............. I WON'T LET YOU GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ps-i wrote this poem when i was in my 10th standard.....at that time my grand father had passed away....i realised how much i love my father) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-111064573715980688?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111064573715980688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=111064573715980688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111064573715980688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111064573715980688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wont-let-you-go.html' title='I WONT LET YOU GO'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11399313.post-111064534275025880</id><published>2005-03-12T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T08:38:43.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would venus say to mars ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mars,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was not born to carry on an endless love affair. Both love and life should have a clear purpose.I know at times i brood for no reason at all but i was born to sink.I undergo inexplicable sadness and loneliness for no reason at all. Even the greatest good news cannot jolt me into a joyful smile,not until the mood has passed away. when you see me you realize that peace lies in my enduring smile...after a fight when you come and say hello to me again all the words get stuck like a lump and all i can do is smile silently. I know the trembling between us is still there..the knowing is there...the intimacy is there,its time for the second chorus,with old familiar melody,but new lyrics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VENUS&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11399313-111064534275025880?l=angelwhowrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111064534275025880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11399313&amp;postID=111064534275025880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111064534275025880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11399313/posts/default/111064534275025880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelwhowrites.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-would-venus-say-to-mars.html' title='What would venus say to mars ?'/><author><name>munmun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288593863072108112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O5kLhFSUgTM/R1PHsrB1wpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pEAK2xaCLuw/S220/mun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
