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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281</id><updated>2009-11-08T00:12:49.368+05:30</updated><title type="text">Life's like that...</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/" /><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Babbai" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Babbai</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-3805752524014200478</id><published>2009-09-30T23:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:36:14.326+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="PPAW" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pati Patni aur Woh" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NDTV Imagine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reality TV" /><title type="text">How far would you go to make money?</title><summary type="html">Would you put up your child on hire? To have total strangers look after your child in their environment and you get paid for it.A baby, a toddler, a growing child right from infancy, needs and feels secure with a said routine, a familiar place with familiar people, technically the family. Not strangers, not a strange place, irrespective of the fact that it is the parents who have introduced them &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/qF0OAJO-NCQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3805752524014200478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=3805752524014200478&amp;isPopup=true" title="36 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3805752524014200478" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3805752524014200478" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/qF0OAJO-NCQ/how-far-would-you-go-to-make-money.html" title="How far would you go to make money?" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">36</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-far-would-you-go-to-make-money.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-4234630290477607443</id><published>2009-08-17T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:43:57.797+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="swine flu" /><title type="text">Swine flu ke side effects!</title><summary type="html">*Image Courtesy: Bangalore Mirror*Image Courtesy: TOI&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/7qpY_F3mD_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4234630290477607443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=4234630290477607443&amp;isPopup=true" title="23 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4234630290477607443" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4234630290477607443" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/7qpY_F3mD_0/swine-flu-ke-side-effects.html" title="Swine flu ke side effects!" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yZ2q6gp0FR8/SoarJ44zNQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fFdEN862KTs/s72-c/pop_corn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">23</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-ke-side-effects.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-6540820462744527338</id><published>2009-08-01T00:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:53:28.759+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Award" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><title type="text">Some Bubbly perhaps?</title><summary type="html">Never thought I'd ever get here... yet its been the toughest post to write... been at a complete loss of words... its been quite a journey... can't forget where I started from.. and have made so many wonderful friends along the way.After 2 years, finally hit the 100th post!And here it is with a brand new look.SGD, am truly honored that you thought of me, thank you so much for the IBC Award , my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/qv7nLNng7Xo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6540820462744527338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=6540820462744527338&amp;isPopup=true" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/6540820462744527338" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/6540820462744527338" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/qv7nLNng7Xo/some-bubbly-perhaps.html" title="Some Bubbly perhaps?" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZ2q6gp0FR8/SnCetLRlvZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5gZ-HCsrxKc/s72-c/international_blogger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total 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It's you!! ......Why have you come alone? I told you to bring Imp? so why did you not bring her?Bro, shocked at her tone... manages to mumble... will bring her tomorrow ... ok... promise.B: Good.There are few days when I pick up and drop B home from school... yes both of them go to the same schoolMe: Enjoyed school today?B: Yes. Casually asks me... I thought&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/TbgwdcChRoQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3566097646603137410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=3566097646603137410&amp;isPopup=true" title="25 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3566097646603137410" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3566097646603137410" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/TbgwdcChRoQ/full-of-life-and-attitude.html" title="Full of life and attitude" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/07/full-of-life-and-attitude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-4853683487310533409</id><published>2009-07-06T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:00:39.455+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Myosre" /><title type="text">Blast from the past</title><summary type="html">Flashback 10-15 yearsSummer hols were always associated with load shedding. 8 - 10 hrs, sometimes even more and all unscheduled at granny's place in a remote village in UP. We'd be surprised if we had any power supply at all. Inverters did'nt exist. Generators reserved for the night and afternoon siestas. The situation hasn't changed much now.Cut to the present at home, Mysore.Supposed Rainy &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/I1p2cQ1Zdpg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4853683487310533409/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=4853683487310533409&amp;isPopup=true" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4853683487310533409" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4853683487310533409" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/I1p2cQ1Zdpg/blast-from-past.html" title="Blast from the past" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-from-past.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-4748927925744362539</id><published>2009-06-29T16:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:01:07.734+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pets" /><title type="text">The Adventurous One..</title><summary type="html">The whole neighborhood knows our dogs and keep an eye for them. They are friendly and never attack unless provoked, so can be left to wander about on their own for a few minutes and they always find their way back. There have been days when complete strangers have come knocking to tell us that our dogs have wandered far away and somebody should go get them, before they are dog-napped. They are &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/tQlZKJ_feQE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4748927925744362539/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=4748927925744362539&amp;isPopup=true" title="28 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4748927925744362539" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4748927925744362539" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/tQlZKJ_feQE/adventourous-one.html" title="The Adventurous One.." /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yZ2q6gp0FR8/SkN1x9_IdDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6KPrqG90Llo/s72-c/CNV000011.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">28</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventourous-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-7796273393676481150</id><published>2009-06-26T11:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:49:33.799+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MJ" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Michael Jackson" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tribute" /><title type="text">And he is gone....</title><summary type="html">Damn damn damn... feels unrealgrew up listening to his songs... they are an all time fav... and now he is gone. Just like that. A legend, one that I didn't associate death with. Listening to his songs is gonna make me cry. No body can match up to this performance at the '88 Grammys , The Way You Make Me Feel and Man in the Mirror...The king of pop is dead. RIP MJ &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/ZdoTzXijfpk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7796273393676481150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=7796273393676481150&amp;isPopup=true" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/7796273393676481150" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/7796273393676481150" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/ZdoTzXijfpk/and-he-is-gone.html" title="And he is gone...." /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-he-is-gone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-3326817038573424021</id><published>2009-06-23T11:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:09:16.943+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Stuff" /><title type="text">Wear your Attitude</title><summary type="html">The clothes available for girls is way too cute, just couldn't resist picking tees with these lines on them for ImpSMALL but Dangerous.Party Trained!I can only please one person a day.Today isn't your day.Tomorrow doesn't look good either.I don't do DRAMA.There is one I had,All men are Animals.They just make better Pets!Think I should get that one done for her, of course for when she is a little &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/B6L8lUd_8wE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3326817038573424021/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=3326817038573424021&amp;isPopup=true" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3326817038573424021" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3326817038573424021" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/B6L8lUd_8wE/wear-your-attitude.html" title="Wear your Attitude" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">27</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/06/wear-your-attitude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-7802358432286683289</id><published>2009-06-21T21:16:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:21:55.919+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Award" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><title type="text">A lill blog love</title><summary type="html">I've said it before and I say it again, blogging is an addiction, like that daily cup of coffee. Correct me if I am wrong but I believe blogs are the only place we can be brutally honest with ourselves. One can really see a window to a persons personality shine through their writing. The best part is finding people with the same wavelength, great way to make friends...and the process never stops,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/YPsph_8Ekzc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7802358432286683289/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=7802358432286683289&amp;isPopup=true" title="33 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/7802358432286683289" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/7802358432286683289" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/YPsph_8Ekzc/lill-blog-love.html" title="A lill blog love" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZ2q6gp0FR8/Sjt1KLqgdHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8oQIgfKW7vM/s72-c/Friends.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">33</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/06/lill-blog-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-7557716739437037627</id><published>2009-06-08T17:00:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:37:03.741+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Causes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Girl Child" /><title type="text">She..</title><summary type="html">She is worshipedShe is treasuredShe is given all the luxuries of life that can be offeredYetShe does not have FreedomFreedom to make her own choices Freedom to make her own mistakesFreedom to live her life in her own termsFreedom to learn from her own mistakesGive her an education Give her a chance to make it worthwhile Give her a chance to grow, show her the love and watch her blossomShe is no &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/4THVLxwtf5E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7557716739437037627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=7557716739437037627&amp;isPopup=true" title="31 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/7557716739437037627" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/7557716739437037627" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/4THVLxwtf5E/she.html" title="She.." /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">31</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/06/she.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-4856739834120229829</id><published>2009-06-04T15:50:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:10:12.125+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Ladder" /><title type="text">Love Ladder - Crowd becomes Knight in Shining Armour</title><summary type="html">Hi,I am Geeta Mishra, 25, from Mumbai, South. I'm going through a rough patch lately.I had been going around with a guy since 5 years but had a break-up in March his year. It had been from both sides. But now the thing is I'm unable to cope up with the break up. I realize this is since my relationship had been for a long time.... Read more here"Hi, My name is Protima, 26/F from Mumbai. Other than&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/arnZaurt11o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4856739834120229829/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=4856739834120229829&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4856739834120229829" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4856739834120229829" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/arnZaurt11o/love-ladder-crowd-becomes-knight-in.html" title="Love Ladder - Crowd becomes Knight in Shining Armour" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-ladder-crowd-becomes-knight-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-6685127982943421469</id><published>2009-06-03T23:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:29:16.333+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Stuff" /><title type="text">Stupid or a true potrait??</title><summary type="html">Sooo, If you're on FB chances are you have come across the various quizzes that all your friends take.. You click on one and you are addicted... Its stupid, funny and total and complete time pass...here are some I took just for the fun of it...So I'm Middle of the Road Kind of Gal, when it comes to the kind of mum I am!You're really the most ideal kind of mom to have- You're not too strict, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/jVMn18KAI3o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6685127982943421469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=6685127982943421469&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/6685127982943421469" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/6685127982943421469" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/jVMn18KAI3o/stupid-or-true-potrait.html" title="Stupid or a true potrait??" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-or-true-potrait.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-3661239436356845210</id><published>2009-05-30T00:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:10:47.218+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tagged" /><title type="text">TAG New Age Bras</title><summary type="html">Suki suggested, I encouraged and the tag was created.Here's the tag - if you could incorporate any custom feature into a bra, what would it be?I'd love a coolant feature...esp during the smoldering heat!Feel free to take it up, just let me know, or leave it in the comments and I'll update the post here.Update:Sara - i think i wd want automatic air fillers.. just in case a really hot guy passes by&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/8yaOWJJrQqY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3661239436356845210/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=3661239436356845210&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3661239436356845210" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3661239436356845210" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/8yaOWJJrQqY/tag-new-age-bras.html" title="TAG New Age Bras" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/tag-new-age-bras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-3050862021495311790</id><published>2009-05-21T16:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:29:16.334+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WTF" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Stuff" /><title type="text">New Age Bra's...?</title><summary type="html">As if the wonder bra wasn't enough we now have these...  when I first read this, I actually had to check the date to see, if it were an April Fools Joke. Sadly it wasn't. Lingerie label Lisca have developed a Smart Memory Bra with heat sensitive foam which works out when you get all hot and bothered.Apparently the bra reacts to changes in body temperature, supposedly due to sexual arousal and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/AqnXE8UPSZ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3050862021495311790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=3050862021495311790&amp;isPopup=true" title="35 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3050862021495311790" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/3050862021495311790" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/AqnXE8UPSZ0/new-age-bras.html" title="New Age Bra's...?" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yZ2q6gp0FR8/ShVLvrdOB6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/oEE2wI2-W3w/s72-c/LLisca.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">35</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-age-bras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-5181367268683807545</id><published>2009-05-18T17:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:47:19.416+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><title type="text">When Love &amp; Hate Collide...</title><summary type="html">Is it love or Motherhood??I remember an aunt once saying, how her relationship with her mother improved when she became a mum.. Didn't make a lot of sense then...Lav tagged me to write 5 things that I love about being a mom. And me being me, cannot stick with just 5...Becoming a parent is a complete lifestyle change. Its an emotional roller coaster ride. No two days are the same, everyday has its&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/9YBWtWC2K_k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5181367268683807545/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=5181367268683807545&amp;isPopup=true" title="34 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/5181367268683807545" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/5181367268683807545" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/9YBWtWC2K_k/when-love-hate-collide.html" title="When Love &amp; Hate Collide..." /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">34</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-love-hate-collide.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-846745699502869243</id><published>2009-05-07T12:29:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:36:58.521+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home remedies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imp files" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ear Piercing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eye Cyst" /><title type="text">Home remedies and a BIG Thank you!</title><summary type="html">First off, thank you all everybody for your support. I was really upset initially more so because the big fan I am of home remedies, it meant that I would have to toughen up and get immune to her cries for them to work . And yes I managed to do both... time, patience &amp; a stone of heart. Damn why did parenting have to be so hard! now that will make for a totally different post...So here is what I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/5JxhjBaQnsk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/846745699502869243/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=846745699502869243&amp;isPopup=true" title="51 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/846745699502869243" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/846745699502869243" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/5JxhjBaQnsk/home-remedies-and-big-thank-you.html" title="Home remedies and a BIG Thank you!" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">51</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-remedies-and-big-thank-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-4039122127589495384</id><published>2009-05-02T13:27:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:46:30.744+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="records" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="media" /><title type="text">Of Unsung Heros &amp; Spreading the word!</title><summary type="html">She broke her blog hiatus for this... to recognize, acknowledge &amp; spread the word about the first Indian woman to Ski both the North Pole &amp; the South Pole in 2007. Saraswathy(Sara) Kameswaran, skied on both the Poles in the year 2007. She was a self funded Indian from Tamilnadu. She was the First ever Indian woman to ski on both the Poles in the same year.Without a deft agent to publicize her &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/v1lYCngfTMo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/4039122127589495384/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=4039122127589495384&amp;isPopup=true" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4039122127589495384" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/4039122127589495384" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/v1lYCngfTMo/of-unsung-heros-spreading-word.html" title="Of Unsung Heros &amp; Spreading the word!" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-unsung-heros-spreading-word.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-608813621494319700</id><published>2009-04-29T20:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:23:41.995+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><title type="text">A comes home!!</title><summary type="html">Ever since I became friends with Aparna, have been wanting to meet her &amp; A. We made plans, there were even talks about a blogger meet to be held in March (If I remember correctly).. and then last weekend Apar finally made it home, with 2 of her friends driving her down just to meet me &amp; Imp. I was floored. And A, such a cutie pie, shy at first &amp; then jumping about the whole place. She is just as &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/rRQoc-1Qhw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/608813621494319700/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=608813621494319700&amp;isPopup=true" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/608813621494319700" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/608813621494319700" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/rRQoc-1Qhw8/comes-home.html" title="A comes home!!" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/comes-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-791450359061803549</id><published>2009-04-27T12:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:17:26.759+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imp files" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><title type="text">God and his terrific sense of humor!</title><summary type="html">Dear God,Oh I'm pissed! Royally pissed!She wakes up today morning, with a blood red spot in her eye. Turns out to be a cyst! yea a cyst. How did she get it? We have 2 mango trees in out back yard replete with mango's. She loves to play outside, and personally pick and collect the fallen mango's to give to her nani to pickle them. The fact that she happened to rub her eye after touching the mango &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/QFz4frdI0X8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/791450359061803549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=791450359061803549&amp;isPopup=true" title="34 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/791450359061803549" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/791450359061803549" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/QFz4frdI0X8/god-and-his-fucking-sense-of-humor.html" title="God and his terrific sense of humor!" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">34</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-and-his-fucking-sense-of-humor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-2717609730454893222</id><published>2009-04-24T21:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:37:32.043+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="INXS" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children" /><title type="text">AfterGlow!!!</title><summary type="html">For some strange reason the rains have led to a nostalgia trip today. Downloading some of my old favorite numbers and receive an email from a close friend today, whose marriage is on the rocks and that is where it is going to stay unless a miracle happens. I don't even know how to comfort him... what do I say... what don't I say. Pray the second kid on the way will be the miracle for him. And &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/YnoeAJWuvco" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2717609730454893222/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=2717609730454893222&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/2717609730454893222" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/2717609730454893222" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/YnoeAJWuvco/afterglow.html" title="AfterGlow!!!" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/afterglow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-5217738607519918273</id><published>2009-04-22T22:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:59:13.890+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><title type="text">Nature!! I love you!</title><summary type="html">I've been cribbing about the unbearable heat over the last few months, on chat, on twitter, you name it! Even the rains in the night didn't satisfy me just increased the humidity during the day. But today evening, I was blown away. Terrific rain with an added bonus - hails. I remember the first time we had a hail storm in Mysore. Cuz's and I were picking the ice from the grass and eating it. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/j-sDkFEwVSk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5217738607519918273/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=5217738607519918273&amp;isPopup=true" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/5217738607519918273" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/5217738607519918273" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/j-sDkFEwVSk/nature-i-love-you.html" title="Nature!! I love you!" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">27</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/nature-i-love-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-6611841349807258996</id><published>2009-04-20T14:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:45:48.222+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imp files" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><title type="text">Conversations from the Imp household!</title><summary type="html">Post 6pm, we're both in the garden enjoying the evening breeze after a hot sunny day.IMP: Mummy see...pointing towards the sky... Mooon!!Me: Nahi beta woh moon nahi hai. Those are the clouds (She does not understand the silver lining to a grey coud)IMP: Nahi mamma, Moon hai. Imp jaati hai?Me: Nahi beta, Wahan Koi nahi jaata, koi nahi rehta.IMP: mmm...(thinking in progress) bus hai?Me: nahiIMP: &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/LZzEIuWTj-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/6611841349807258996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=6611841349807258996&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/6611841349807258996" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/6611841349807258996" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/LZzEIuWTj-4/conversations-from-imp-household.html" title="Conversations from the Imp household!" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversations-from-imp-household.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-5682481339725708933</id><published>2009-04-03T17:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:39:38.082+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ear Piercing" /><title type="text">The Ear Piercing Saga</title><summary type="html">Finally! Its done at 2.5 years, the third year of her birth. And for those wondering I should have asked her...she is the one who has behind me to get her ears pierced. Imp has always loved jewelery, is fascinated by it. And for the longest time she has wanted earrings. She would always look at my ears and want to wear my earrings too. This Tuesday, we suddenly woke up to realise that Navratri &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/9yXm4Rk1LxI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/5682481339725708933/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=5682481339725708933&amp;isPopup=true" title="36 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/5682481339725708933" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/5682481339725708933" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/9yXm4Rk1LxI/ear-piercieng-saga.html" title="The Ear Piercing Saga" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">36</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/ear-piercieng-saga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-2069266731584231757</id><published>2009-03-27T16:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:20:34.906+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Imp files" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><title type="text">Imp Going.......</title><summary type="html">Ya Ya Yippe Yippe ya ya yaSee you all there uncles and aunties :)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/X58i218L1y8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2069266731584231757/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=2069266731584231757&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/2069266731584231757" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/2069266731584231757" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/X58i218L1y8/imp-going.html" title="Imp Going......." /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/03/imp-going.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118084439834362281.post-9152102008801624549</id><published>2009-03-19T17:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:59:53.284+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="PR" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging Tweets" /><title type="text">Shrunk World!</title><summary type="html">Internet has really shrunk our lives. We are more accessible to the whole world, to people we would probable never meet or see. Anytime I get to know of a person or need to know more about anybody, I Google their name. Its amazing how their life opens up. I know I am also accessible to the same scrutiny, that is why I am careful and at times secretive. Yet there are those who are not. Those who &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Babbai/~4/4tUOznOvUYk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/9152102008801624549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3118084439834362281&amp;postID=9152102008801624549&amp;isPopup=true" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/9152102008801624549" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118084439834362281/posts/default/9152102008801624549" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Babbai/~3/4tUOznOvUYk/shrunk-world.html" title="Shrunk World!" /><author><name>Imp's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929632710630026681</uri><email>perfectimperfectblog@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01617772555957651282" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://perfect-imperfect.blogspot.com/2009/03/shrunk-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
