<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981</id><updated>2012-08-06T15:09:13.810+05:30</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='Humanity'/><category term='underpaid'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='auto'/><category term='client'/><category term='funny'/><category term='talking'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Butterfly'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='suck'/><category term='fun.'/><category term='Good'/><category term='customers'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Unhappy'/><category term='cheat'/><category term='Dragon'/><category term='moods'/><category term='Sari'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='Himachal'/><category term='DOVE'/><category term='travel'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='job'/><category term='Busy'/><category term='unsafe'/><category term='LinkedIn'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='family'/><category term='beauty products'/><category term='Lazy'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='UBC'/><category term='Itch'/><category term='vodafone suck'/><category term='vodafone'/><category term='work'/><category term='India'/><category term='salsa'/><category term='friends'/><category term='romance'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='office'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='bad'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='brands'/><category term='customer service'/><category term='Real Juice'/><category term='Fish'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='pragnancy'/><category term='toilet'/><category term='Ultrasound'/><category term='life'/><category term='Smile'/><category term='Loo'/><category term='Arcelor Mittal'/><category term='PR 2.0'/><category term='PR'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Aquarium'/><category term='Love'/><category term='search'/><category term='journalists'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='Gold Fish'/><category term='Dabur'/><category term='kicking'/><category term='fun'/><category term='social media'/><category term='Jaipur'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='movements'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Second Life'/><title type='text'>Butterfly Feelings!</title><subtitle type='html'>Wandering thoughts, random thoughts, small and big emotions, wonderful joy and lonesome sadness - all our butterfly feelings make our lives so worthwhile and sensible</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8516817243234775430</id><published>2012-08-06T14:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-06T14:08:01.785+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suck'/><title type='text'>You think it’s Just-A-Party? Think Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;God, how annoying is it when someone in your family throws a party and you are specifically told to dress up appropriately. I mean, come-on, do i tell you guys not to dress up in blinding red and green colours and wear kilos of jewellery. BTW, how do you manage to carry around those –a kilo each- danglers? What kind of adhesive do you use to avoid your ears from falling? (You have no idea how I resist the temptation to ask all this.) And have you seen those aunties who wear like layers of makeup and you can’t even make out if they are smiling or grimacing at you. And boy! Try calling them Aunty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOONN2hb0V0/UB-CVETo0BI/AAAAAAAAApE/MF18LGy18-o/s1600/Grumpy+Bella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOONN2hb0V0/UB-CVETo0BI/AAAAAAAAApE/MF18LGy18-o/s320/Grumpy+Bella.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, so basically, they are not too happy with me turning up in my casual dresses (Mind you- nice white or light pink in cotton) and if i dare to dress up in jeans and tee or skirt, they might give orders of – Shoot at Sight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;I think, best option will be to just skip it -but i can’t even do that- danger of being chased about with a gun around the city for next year or two. &amp;nbsp;So, I will have to brave them on Saturday and I already started to have nightmares. Talk about family time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Haven’t bought anything, so far, can’t get myself to waste 10-15k on a sari i won’t wear ever again. Guess, i will make a puppy face and ask someone from my family to lend me a sari for a night. Well, must start with zeroing on the person and then being good to her for a couple of days. Think it should do the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Or will leave the list of items, i need for this party, under my pillow; &amp;nbsp;just in case god mother fairy picks dear me this time not that, her favourite, &amp;nbsp;stupid Cinderella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-8516817243234775430?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8516817243234775430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8516817243234775430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8516817243234775430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8516817243234775430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2012/08/you-think-its-just-party-think-again.html' title='You think it’s Just-A-Party? Think Again...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOONN2hb0V0/UB-CVETo0BI/AAAAAAAAApE/MF18LGy18-o/s72-c/Grumpy+Bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7273122813188997300</id><published>2012-08-03T18:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-03T18:05:45.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><title type='text'>This one is for...hmm...ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Isn’t it a great feeling, when you wait with a bated breath just to chat with a friend? Why does this happen? &amp;nbsp;And oh boy! How you don’t want this to be over, but you know what, you know all this will be over sooner than later. So you pray even harder for it not to be over. And then you get more scared of the fact that it will. And this is, I tell you, is a vicious circle. The whirlwind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUD_8XW7CaU/UBvE4Mr8H6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/VjdAFgsJxMM/s1600/friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUD_8XW7CaU/UBvE4Mr8H6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/VjdAFgsJxMM/s320/friends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;I think, the problem with our species is being ungrateful and greedy all the time, you want something bad enough, but when you get it you lose all &amp;nbsp;the respect for it. And there, now you want something else! Sometimes I feel bad for god, poor thing; must be going crazy up there with our volatile minds and demands. But didn’t you ask for something else, just the opposite, like ten minutes back- he would have asked us, only if he too had a telephone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay so back to what I was discussing; it’s a great feeling, very fulfilling, to have a friend with whom you can be yourself, share you joys and doubts, without the fear of being coming across as an arse, talk about your problems you wouldn’t even discuss with you siblings and be assure that your secrets are not going anywhere. But the problem is the thin line between friendship and something else, and we just being mortal get confused at times. &amp;nbsp;Lets again blame god for making us this confusing…couldn’t he chose some nice, intelligent, clear-headed man for our genes pool, why oh why did he limited it to Noah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;How I keep derailing from the essential topic; so I was saying, that how do you make sure that you stay friends for life- for I have a few friends I do plan to retain lifelong. And again, why do you want a specific one to be your best friend and best friend for life? Isn’t as a rule your spouse should be your best friend? &amp;nbsp;Doesn’t everyone preach you so? But the problem is how are you going to bitch about your spouse with him/her only? Didn’t I raise the most pertinent questions? &amp;nbsp;(oh I could have been a lawyer but end up being a big lair) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;I am bad at retaining friends; I have a bad history of having loony friends. I somehow attract wrong and mean people, but then who cares. Life is all about committing mistakes and not learning from those. &amp;nbsp;Who wants to waste time learning and remembering and then trying not to commit the same mistake again? For starters I Don’t &amp;nbsp;and I never will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I’m not coming to conclusion; this blog is not about conclusions and answers and logic. It is about writing down my random thoughts and then read them once I’m 60 and count my friends and see if I still think the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-7273122813188997300?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7273122813188997300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7273122813188997300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7273122813188997300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7273122813188997300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2012/08/this-one-is-forhmmme.html' title='This one is for...hmm...ME!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUD_8XW7CaU/UBvE4Mr8H6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/VjdAFgsJxMM/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5109553407250997732</id><published>2012-05-11T14:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-11T15:08:23.391+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><title type='text'>Here’s  to the Most Opinionated Person in Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;He might be a person with a condescending attitude and an opinion about everything in life- from office loo to ‘much expected’ clients. But I have started to like his company off late, because he, I have seen, can strike interesting conversations with anyone and everyone. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Actually, I’m his evening driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;. I drop him off till CR Park , and during this 45 minutes drive we have fascinating conversation on what needs to be changed &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in this country to this company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We rant about our day and pass opinions and comments about other people and &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;colleagues. Only yesterday, he was telling me about this girl in office, and to quote him, “what a beauty she is, and I fail to understand why all the guys in this office are idiots; why are they not eyeing her?” and he being he will not buy any of the explanations such as what is she already has a BF (it’s her prob- says him) or what if they all have GFs ( &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;they are wasting their time and are idiots then). I think, he must be regretting that he is married, well though he did not say so…hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;oh! by the way he doesnt find this other 'quite pretty' girl in office pretty, coz as per him she is dumb, and a dumb women can never be attractive. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But all in all, he is a good company, some times a bit annoying and mostly loud, but he is an intelligent &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;guy &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and like me has a thing for bitching and cribbing. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;P.S.- You better not start on &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;politics or sports with him, he can talk about it without eating or drinking for days…he is a BONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5109553407250997732?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5109553407250997732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5109553407250997732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5109553407250997732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5109553407250997732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2012/05/heres-to-most-opinioned-person-in.html' title='Here’s  to the Most Opinionated Person in Office'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1610828682797474250</id><published>2012-05-01T13:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-05-01T13:32:19.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>I’m online shopping sites favorite too</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So I’m not only ‘my favorite’ (Aka Karina style in Jab we met) any longer, I think most of the deal and shopping sites are in love with me. What do they care, if my husband’s love go a notch down every time I reciprocate to the love showered by such ecommerce site.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I must be getting something around 6- messages and about 10 emails every day from various such sites. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;While I am expected to spend half of my day going though all the best deals available every day what do I get in return? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Rotten deals, while Fashion and you took more than a month to deliver my coat, winters were almost over by the time I received it, number given on the deal and you voucher was unobtainable ( but I did manage to talk to someone at the parlor and get an appointment for coming Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;)- so the final verdict will be delivered post that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now, what I would really love to see is some credits for falling for your well written charming word, every time. But please spare me from some ridiculous points such as 100, coz I got 150 points from Fashion and you, and after spending 150 hours going through every page of the site I couldn’t find a single item for 150 bucks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;. So, let’s play fair please…not bait thingy, if you want to retain this customer of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now I’m running to have my lunch…rest later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ciao, Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1610828682797474250?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1610828682797474250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1610828682797474250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1610828682797474250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1610828682797474250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2012/05/im-online-shopping-sites-favorite-too.html' title='I’m online shopping sites favorite too'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5098588802483773248</id><published>2012-02-17T16:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-17T16:30:04.673+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'll Still Live My Life How I Want To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read on twitter how Amit Mitra current Finance Minister of West Bengal kind of put the blame on a woman who was raped because she had gone to a night club, she is separated from her husband, leaving kids at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I fail to understand and, I think, people don’t even make an effort to understand is that because you are a woman don’t you even have a right on your own life? What is wrong with people? I am in no mood to bash Amit Mitra or call him chauvinist. I just want people to respect each other. Because this woman is an estrange wife and a mother…cant she go to night club and enjoy life? Does it make her a bad person? Will one has to pay with her dignity for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our parents, families are forced to take extra care of us, women. Will my dad check and try to make all the arrangements when my brother goes out of station? Will he come with driver to drop him at airport at 3 in the morning? But even if my dad makes all this extra efforts, I wonder, if he can breathe easy till the time I’m back home. And now my husband is in my dad’s shoe. I love my dad…my husband… but I hate it that even now they have to worry about me…no matter how many times I tell them I will manage…I can see it in their eyes they are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will this ever stop? I think only with me gone… because people will never stop looking at women as more than an object and not a human being. Rules for women are different…if she goes out at night… she is responsible for the trouble she gets into…if she drinks meet male friends she deserved to be raped…and looked down at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I refuse to live how society wants me to…and I don’t care what you categorize as virtue and vice. I am going to live my life how I want it…doing things I want to do…because my life is the only thing I have complete right on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5098588802483773248?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5098588802483773248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5098588802483773248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5098588802483773248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5098588802483773248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2012/02/ill-still-live-my-life-how-i-want-to.html' title='I&apos;ll Still Live My Life How I Want To...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5525074749988806024</id><published>2011-12-15T15:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:27:45.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><title type='text'>Daily battle between GOOD and BAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder who decides Good and what is Bad? Shouldn’t all the things that make you happy be put in the ‘GOOD’ category? Well, then what if, punching someone in face makes me happy. Ofcourse, it can’t be considered GOOD. Okay, so how about something which makes me happy and doesn’t hurt anyone, as long as people don’t get to know about it, can it be considered GOOD?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686291872985462546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oVpd0jM1MI/TunEVMp9NxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/4kudiJd2d3E/s320/bella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or should I say, is it okay to lie to your loved ones because you don’t want to hurt them, because you know your action are going to hurt them badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you will think, why do something which you know will hurt your loved ones, anyway? But I ask you, cross your heart and tell me honestly, is it easy to refuse happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it going for those secret shopping trips or meeting friends anything?&lt;br /&gt;But my question is how far can you go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5525074749988806024?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5525074749988806024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5525074749988806024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5525074749988806024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5525074749988806024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/daily-battle-between-good-and-bad.html' title='Daily battle between GOOD and BAD'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oVpd0jM1MI/TunEVMp9NxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/4kudiJd2d3E/s72-c/bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6985716304280209451</id><published>2011-11-09T12:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:51:06.933+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ofcourse! she loves me the most :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, my hubby really spoils our daughter and keeps telling her that he loves her the most. Infact, he keeps asking her : who do you love the most and then answers himself boastfully, “&lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt;”; while the little one just sit there thinking, so now, how do I put some sense in his big head!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the point; the point is her first sentence, which was a couple of weeks back, was: Daddy… DHoo (read: go) away! Tada! So much for who do you love the most! bhooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ofcouse, she loves her Mummy dear the most, and that is incontestable, Darling. Wohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6985716304280209451?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6985716304280209451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6985716304280209451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6985716304280209451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6985716304280209451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/ofcourse-she-loves-me-most.html' title='Ofcourse! she loves me the most :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8951653113633103618</id><published>2011-10-21T11:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:00:11.127+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Winter is making me romantic – for the first time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I loved driving to office, looking at the blurry sky, beautifully but naturally shaped trees, and above all maddening Delhi traffic jam, all this ignited and brought to life that dead romance in me. Oh yes, I can be romantic, atleast when I’m alone driving and trying my best not to be late to office, like yesterday or day before for that matter like every other damn day, and honking and sneering at fellow drivers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, the point is that I was feeling so romantic, so romantic that I wrote an email to one of the authors telling him, that I plan to read his book, so what if I take a year or two to do that. What matters is that I have taken an oath to read it ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to be in romantic mood all day long today, so you may hear stories of a girl going about planting kissing on every one’s cheek, everyone within 200 meters. 200 meters because people are so scared of grumpy me that they are shit scared of coming within a dart range, poor bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, im not gonna let my anger get the best of me, not today, no chance- here to romantic girl on the block -woohoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-8951653113633103618?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8951653113633103618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8951653113633103618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8951653113633103618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8951653113633103618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/winter-is-making-me-romantic-for-first.html' title='Winter is making me romantic – for the first time!!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-2469635095666893091</id><published>2011-10-05T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:04:09.498+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ahh Silly Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I think, I am done with this world! I am done with everyone. Done letting people make me feel bad, crash my confidence, treat me like shit, and all of that. They say in hindsight everyone is wiser, but me, ohh silly me, just defy all this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This is all because of me, because I gave you right to make me feel and treat like shit. Make me feel like committing suicide.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cut my veins or consume cup full of pills or jump in Yamuna, and die a dog’s death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But the thought is over, and I am still alive, writing this. Sorry I have failed you, because I did not cry myself horse, so what if I was teary eyes- you could not have seen me from 1500 miles away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I am instead going to go someplace calm, nice place and just think, if all this is worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Darling- I am going to change, but not for you this time …for ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-2469635095666893091?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2469635095666893091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=2469635095666893091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2469635095666893091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/2469635095666893091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/ahh-silly-me.html' title='Ahh Silly Me!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3138350269882093271</id><published>2011-09-20T10:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:16:27.793+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsafe'/><title type='text'>Adventure…could have been better, though!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok; so the other day I went out for a friend’s birthday party. And as expected of me; I lost my way back home…oh in fact I lost my way to the parking- where I had parked my car- to start with :-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654312163888209986" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYVYdFNoGwk/Tngm9Im6IEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wc3Qis8QnH4/s320/bella-driving.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 124px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 139px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I asked all the autowalas, within my sight, for direction(s). I think, this gave a chance to two college going guys to do their bit of social work for the day. So these, Pseudo- Heroes, started stalking me. Only that they chased wrong girl- Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for thrills I press the accelerator flat, but then these stunt-men matched my speed, mark you, &lt;strong&gt;MY SPEED&lt;/strong&gt;! Anyway when I have had enough of their nonsense, I took out my knockout- pepper spray and pointed it to them. Then I dialed a number on the phone, and pretended that I am talking to police, and started franticly gesticulating towards them. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I scared then off and but I missed not being able to blind them with spray.:'( Tell you; they lacked the sports- spirit for that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- I am reading how to castrate a bull at present! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3138350269882093271?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3138350269882093271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3138350269882093271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3138350269882093271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3138350269882093271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok-so-other-day-i-went-out-for-friends.html' title='Adventure…could have been better, though!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYVYdFNoGwk/Tngm9Im6IEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wc3Qis8QnH4/s72-c/bella-driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1967934507267349390</id><published>2011-09-13T11:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-13T11:30:39.255+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Dont Mess With Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;First week at new office -you know how boring first week usually is- if you know what I mean. You have to be at your best, it is worse than first week of your marriage. Where you still have a chance to &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;chide your husband in private ;-). Anyway, here in fact I am not feeling even a bit bored. Instead I am happy that I am away from that blighted soul (at earlier office)- where I had to constantly work on my will and somehow keep myself from the impulse and strong desire of bunging my Blackberry handset at him at a speed of 200km/h &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbolfont-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651719661535867186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEMSsXzzY4U/Tm7xFovvsTI/AAAAAAAAAno/HUchbtpsxt8/s320/bella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;But you know every place or office has its own, well-reputed, blighter(s). But trust me, if this time, forget about messing up with me, some irritant tries to say &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;even ‘&lt;strong&gt;HI&lt;/strong&gt;’ to me they are in for fractured ribs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Geee…I can be a real devil sat times. Now I have scared myself too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1967934507267349390?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1967934507267349390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1967934507267349390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1967934507267349390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1967934507267349390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-mess-with-me.html' title='Dont Mess With Me!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEMSsXzzY4U/Tm7xFovvsTI/AAAAAAAAAno/HUchbtpsxt8/s72-c/bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4819787543988886941</id><published>2011-07-21T15:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:07:59.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why everything has a conditionality clause!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snwT8wrrZYM/TigBf7j_BTI/AAAAAAAAAng/yYKJxvYOMEQ/s1600/anger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snwT8wrrZYM/TigBf7j_BTI/AAAAAAAAAng/yYKJxvYOMEQ/s320/anger.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631752982103000370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Is It only me or there are other people out there too, who are yet to experience a thing in their life which comes without conditionality clause? If you need to be successful real fast in life, you got to switch off the fun button in life. If you want to have all the fun, then you either need to be rich or marry a rich guy ;-).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why can’t I just shun all my responsibilities in life and go live in Himalayas or go bag- packing around the country, for a month or two?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;But no, I can’t do all this….. Because this pathetic life has this wretched conditions … conditions… and more conditions about everything…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;So, all I can do it to sit on the chair and rant … ahhh…. And I can’t even use cuss words…. Another condition to be a good girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-4819787543988886941?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4819787543988886941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4819787543988886941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4819787543988886941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4819787543988886941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-everything-has-conditionality.html' title='Why everything has a conditionality clause!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snwT8wrrZYM/TigBf7j_BTI/AAAAAAAAAng/yYKJxvYOMEQ/s72-c/anger.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3376391908523475810</id><published>2011-05-31T13:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-31T13:15:12.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vodafone suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vodafone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suck'/><title type='text'>Vodafone! Your customer care  services suck big time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have just changed my BB handset , so need to setup my outlook account on it, not that I’m too keen (coz I will be expected to respond to emails at midnight and as early as 7am… well expected duhhh ;-)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;). So anyway, I have been calling Vodafone customer care since yesterday noon for this. Now I am more than 24 hours and 10s of calls away, still waiting for a mighty password, they are not ready to part with. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTb-kk_mbuVZDjyYdTYFJlLAwmMApkW6KRn6NbP7cT-xUxAAWI8" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vodafone, for sure, does know how to snatch away the light and humor from otherwise fairly nice woman. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate you Vodafone….. all you cute looking zoozoos…… you guys are big lie…… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vodafone !&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get ready to lose Rs.1400 a month from your once loyal customer…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Long live ….. MNP…. And all you other service providers get ready to woo a new customer, which you will surely win &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3376391908523475810?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3376391908523475810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3376391908523475810' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3376391908523475810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3376391908523475810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/vodafone-your-customer-care-suck-big.html' title='Vodafone! Your customer care  services suck big time'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8219426732590293402</id><published>2010-12-03T17:50:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:32:40.096+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='client'/><title type='text'>keep your promises guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your sitting in a five star hotel, facing your client and fidgeting with your cell phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Journalist had promised you that he is going to be there. You checked five minutes back and he confirmed that he is on this way;  just in front of the hotel. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;coming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another call : &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes yes i am coming&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;one more  call after 15 minutes -  his phone is switched off or not taking your calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boom.... he has just turned turtle at eleventh hour . He is not coming ...  :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;How many times this has happened with you in your PR career? I am sure,  must have happened at least once. I think, they say many things just to play along,but, why bother doing that. Why not tell us that he are not interested in a meeting or doing certain story? Is it because that we PR people do not take no for an answer and keep on pestering a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;journalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;, until  he says yes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, whatever is the reason; i cant put with the shindy my client is going to kick up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-8219426732590293402?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8219426732590293402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8219426732590293402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8219426732590293402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8219426732590293402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/12/keep-your-promises-guys.html' title='keep your promises guys!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1088587271355263849</id><published>2010-08-30T15:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:01:07.797+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Curse you Cricket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THuILHa9fjI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CmLxkSa1_ME/s1600/cricket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THuILHa9fjI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CmLxkSa1_ME/s320/cricket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511148293570002482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unable to understand people’s obsession with cricket. Having grown up in a cricket crazy family i sometimes hate this game more than my ill fitting dresses. I still painfully remember how because of this loathsome game my brother and dad would take possession of our only TV set. Okay, i admit,  i had a teeny weeny  crush on Jadeja but then he was given the sack. So, my only reason to watch this game was snatched away from me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this sudden rant about cricket?? Because,  i am still suffering from my dad’s cricket mania. Even though i am married, thankfully not to a cricket enthusiast, dad keeps on calling me to brief me not only about  india’a match or how india is doing in particular series but about anything on cricket. He calls me to discuss about Pakistan’s alleged match fixing thing. When will he ever understand his daughter doesn’t as much as know the names of our (Indian) team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I know,  i am going to get good piece  of mind if he ever come to know about this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1088587271355263849?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1088587271355263849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1088587271355263849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1088587271355263849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1088587271355263849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/curse-you-cricket.html' title='Curse you Cricket'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THuILHa9fjI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CmLxkSa1_ME/s72-c/cricket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-3562235224328107864</id><published>2010-08-28T13:39:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:47:12.481+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty products'/><title type='text'>Stop Fooling- Fashion and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THjE7sZ2QsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Jb5-GpVtG_s/s1600/abc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THjE7sZ2QsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Jb5-GpVtG_s/s320/abc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510370673898701506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Came to know about this "great" website from my sis in law, bidya, &lt;a href="http://www.fashionandyou.com/fashionandyou-client-http-shop/shop"&gt;Fashion and You&lt;/a&gt;. The site offers great discount on products when there is none going on the same product in the market. So, we  were delighted to buy nice fashion products at huge discounts until we came to know  about their sinister plan against poor us.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that Fashion and you is fooling us. They price some of the products at as low as rs.11. We tried so many times but every time this rs.11 thing is always sold out. One of Bidya's friends got so tired of this trick of theirs that she called on the number given on their website and inquired, "how come the product you label at Rs.11 is always sold out? No matter how many times i check this website i am always a few seconds late to make my big buy? Well the answer was not very enlightening. How can they say- hey girl that is the hook we use to get people like you to log on to our website. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we will keep on trying to buy something at Rs.11. let’s see if Fashion and You will make that happen. But as i always say nothing can kill a girl's love for shopping not even some  deceiving  tricks buy friggning websites &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-3562235224328107864?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3562235224328107864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=3562235224328107864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3562235224328107864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/3562235224328107864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/came-to-know-about-this-great-website.html' title='Stop Fooling- Fashion and You'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THjE7sZ2QsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Jb5-GpVtG_s/s72-c/abc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5185861303698463913</id><published>2010-08-27T14:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:37:38.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Ah- I'm a MOM Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THeAD6H-DKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/42eQ5W9Y-qw/s1600/Gema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THeAD6H-DKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/42eQ5W9Y-qw/s320/Gema.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510013473741737122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been pretty long since i have not written to you dear blog. I m sorry for keeping my life secret from you;you know I am happy to be a mom, most of the times, but you know it is little difficult to get used to run around someone all the time try to understand what my child wants when her vocabulary is limited to DADA . Plus i don’t have right on a minute of my time anymore :(. it is difficult but at the same time there is a great satisfying feeling in raising someone who is a part of me. So the love is unconditional. I know it sounds like cliché but unconditional love gives greatest satisfaction and pleasure better than having a shot of ecstasy (no i have never tried it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;All in all my decision of having a child so early in our marriage, while my husband wanted to wait for another four years, was not that wrong. i am not like this. don’t you? :D. But as you are about to know i have become a mom now (mixed feelings). So i was busy looking after my little one. She is almost eleven months old and already a handful. phewwww. anyway i am going to be regular again going to share my feelings, happiness, vent my anger here and little bit of gossiping as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5185861303698463913?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5185861303698463913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5185861303698463913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5185861303698463913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5185861303698463913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-im-mom-now.html' title='Ah- I&apos;m a MOM Now'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/THeAD6H-DKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/42eQ5W9Y-qw/s72-c/Gema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-5911148147411053519</id><published>2009-07-27T15:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:25:26.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>wow..i've completed 29 weeks</title><content type='html'>It’s great feeling that I have completed 29 weeks just 11 more weeks to go. At times I used to feel that I am going to be pregnant for eternity. But now as I have completed 2/3 of the time; I’m cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby has been moving and kicking a lot. Sometimes it feels funny how something inside your bump keeps moving… it’s little creepy too. It makes me think about all those movies where some evil thing gets inside your skin and starts moving. But, I know, I am being ridiculous. It is my baby inside me and can’t wait to see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-5911148147411053519?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5911148147411053519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=5911148147411053519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5911148147411053519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/5911148147411053519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/wowi-completed-29-weeks.html' title='wow..i&amp;#39;ve completed 29 weeks'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-1199845102505867665</id><published>2009-06-17T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:25:26.545+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kicking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy at 23rd week and all that</title><content type='html'>I have not been able to write for a long time, because I  was busy working and coping with early stages of pregnancy. But now I have complete 5 months and planning to take a sabbatical from next month. Therefore, now I will have plenty for time for my self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well pregnancy at six months: I feel good, no more mood swigs or nausea. But yes, now- a-days I have this unbearable itchiness from neck down till stomach. It is so agonizing that I wake up at night and start scratching like a dog. My doctor has recommended Lotus coco butter moisturizer but it’s of no help. I have been applying all type of oils such as coconut, olive, almond but nothing seems to work. I have tried applying different talcum powder also but as I said nothing works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, surprisingly, from yesterday onwards (till 12:54 today) i am not having this irritating itching problem. I have used some prickly heat talcum. I wish it works as I’m tired of behaving like an animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from itching everything is perfect. The baby has started kicking and I have been playing Mozart for her. As I have read somewhere that yet-to-be born babies love Mozart. But I tell you, I was damn difficult to find a Mozart CD in Delhi. We looked in Connaught place, South Ex and finally got just one CD in Anasal Plaza, PlaneM. Anyway, my baby is so far not reacting to any music; however we are hopeful that she soon will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-1199845102505867665?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1199845102505867665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=1199845102505867665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1199845102505867665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/1199845102505867665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/pregnancy-at-23rd-week-and-all-that.html' title='Pregnancy at 23rd week and all that'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-7392323386866375334</id><published>2009-04-24T18:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:25:26.561+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>My Tiny Bragger</title><content type='html'>I had got my ultrasound done at 12 weeks. The baby was so tiny back then, some two inches long. She was floating like a fish in the water. We, my husband and I, watched her for two minutes and during those minutes she did so many tricks. It was, as if, she new her parents are watching her so she should show off her skills :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw her stretching, crossing legs, and then she put her tiny hand on her knee but after a while she turned her back on us. May be she got bored of all this :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am excitingly looking forwarded to see her in next ultrasound. I am sure she will be a lot bigger and would know lot more stuff to show off:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-7392323386866375334?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7392323386866375334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=7392323386866375334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7392323386866375334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/7392323386866375334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-tiny-bragger.html' title='My Tiny Bragger'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6443293839664997047</id><published>2009-04-23T13:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:25:26.578+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pragnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>I'm 15 Weeks Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBHAWNA%7E1.SHA%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"MS Mincho"; 	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-alt:"Arial Unicode MS"; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@MS Mincho"; 	panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I have been thinking from a long time to start a mommy’s blog. Well, now I am 15 weeks pregnant so I though should not delay my decision to start blog any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now-a-days, i am reading a lot on pregnancy and the baby’s development. Yesterday I read that at 15 weeks the mom-to-be can also feel the baby kicking inside. Since then I am waiting my daughter, oh, yes I wish to have a daughter, to kick. Just five minutes back I felt a rumble in my stomach wonder if the baby did a back flip or was it my stomach grumbling. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6443293839664997047?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6443293839664997047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6443293839664997047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6443293839664997047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6443293839664997047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-15-weeks-pregnant.html' title='I&amp;#39;m 15 Weeks Pregnant'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-146241375349207966</id><published>2009-03-03T11:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:43:45.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dabur'/><title type='text'>I hate  Dabur Real Juice</title><content type='html'>I don't like Dabur Real juices. They are very sweet. I have tried orange, Litchi Nectar, Mix Juice and Guava but they all are sickly sweet. Why does Dabur has to add so much sugar to all it's juices?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-146241375349207966?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/146241375349207966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=146241375349207966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/146241375349207966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/146241375349207966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-dabur-real-juice.html' title='I hate  Dabur Real Juice'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-8140052271075646647</id><published>2008-12-30T11:34:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:53:07.634+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Himachal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I Had Three Weddings in Nine Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVnB0mH8-vI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/C9r2_kG5iUM/s1600-h/himachaliwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVnB0mH8-vI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/C9r2_kG5iUM/s200/himachaliwedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285468747027249906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVm-x9e2c_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/0qtl-_b1ME4/s1600-h/manipuri-wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVm-x9e2c_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/0qtl-_b1ME4/s200/manipuri-wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285465403222815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, no i am not exaggerating, i really have had three wedding in last nine months. of course with the same guy. :) He is the cutest person and i love him the most so why look for different guys for every time i got married.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Our first wedding was in April.11. 2008 - The Court marriage. Then we had a Himachali wedding, Nov.24.08, according the rituals of Himachal(my home town, followed by wedding by Manipuri costumes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, Dec.14.08, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;( grooms hometown). I got the chance to wear two beautiful wedding dresses. ( for court marriage i wore simple suit) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Weddings were wonderful, now the only problem is which date should we celebrate our anniversary on?? &lt;/span&gt;:-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-8140052271075646647?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8140052271075646647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=8140052271075646647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8140052271075646647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/8140052271075646647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-three-weddings-in-nine-months.html' title='I Had Three Weddings in Nine Months!'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SVnB0mH8-vI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/C9r2_kG5iUM/s72-c/himachaliwedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-4515604872852131985</id><published>2008-11-05T15:15:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:31:54.432+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Lehenga Shopping is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Finally I have shopped for Lehenga (Wedding dress). We went shopping in Chandani Chawk market, on Sunday, when the market was closed. But, still we managed to get a very pretty (that’s how I find it) Lehanga. :) It is in maroon color with green boarded and golden embroideries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs0NoHGwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pvqrw8KL9Og/s1600-h/bella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs0NoHGwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pvqrw8KL9Og/s320/bella.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265109083639716610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I even posed in all other Lehanga’s I tired on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs-W7yruI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RFK13ipf73Y/s1600-h/bella2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs-W7yruI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RFK13ipf73Y/s320/bella2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265109257936875234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs0NoHGwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pvqrw8KL9Og/s1600-h/bella.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFtbwgDwqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fH8RVIK6qD4/s1600-h/bella4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFtbwgDwqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fH8RVIK6qD4/s320/bella4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265109763016082082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFtTP84DaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Y6o6BQfrHgA/s1600-h/bella3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFtTP84DaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Y6o6BQfrHgA/s320/bella3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265109616839626146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, forgot to mention; the groom has also bought Sherwani :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-4515604872852131985?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4515604872852131985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=4515604872852131985' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4515604872852131985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/4515604872852131985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/11/lehenga-shopping-is-over.html' title='Lehenga Shopping is Over'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SRFs0NoHGwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pvqrw8KL9Og/s72-c/bella.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637778530785161981.post-6646930060391261544</id><published>2008-10-06T18:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:14:54.808+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Nothing can kill a girl's love for shopping :)</title><content type='html'>The whole weekend I was down with fever. But it failed to stop me from going out shopping. My husband gifted me a very pretty Mangalsutra, which I will start wearing after our marriage in Himachal, according to Himachali rituals.  Hey don’t get confused we are already married, we had our court marriage in April this year. But you know parents!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I even had to pop some medicine on our way home, which we took from the nearest chemist, and it almost knocked me off for the whole night. When I woke up in the morning I was hysterical. It was 10:30 am and I though its Monday.  But then my husband calmed me down and reminded me that it is only Sunday. It took me 5 minutes to believe him. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing can kill a girl’s love for shopping. On Sunday, too I went out shopping with mom. Though, I did not get a thing for my self and as Saturday i had to take medicine.( this time i took paracetamol)   &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we even celebrated dad’s birthday at 12 midnight.:) A day in advance! We all were thinking it is Oct. 7. :D, we made him cut the cake on 6th and even made him believe that his birthday is on 6th. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all my weekend was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637778530785161981-6646930060391261544?l=ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6646930060391261544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5637778530785161981&amp;postID=6646930060391261544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6646930060391261544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5637778530785161981/posts/default/6646930060391261544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ah-butterflyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-can-kill-girls-love-for.html' title='Nothing can kill a girl&apos;s love for shopping :)'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630022581952162255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjBYG8Q8EL8/SMeAgWn4aVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iEJU_vXBrjY/S220/bella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>