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As I write my heart is filled with so many feelings. These are the times I come back to this blog. Everyone one around is excited about their new year's eve plans. A few of my college friends are hanging out. My plans? Well I love to spend the new year with my family. We used to go out with family friends, have dinner, stay out till midnight and then come back home. That was when I used to be very excited about the&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;and new year parties. I used to be jealous of all those who celebrated these festivals dancing their heart away till the wee hours of the morning. Not now. The change came around 2-3 years ago I guess. One time we couldn't go out and I admit I was unhappy. But later I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;how much better it was as compared to the new year eves I had spent eating out just because everyone was doing so.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to be glued to my phone and used to keep my new year msg ready ready to hit the send button as soon as the clock struck 12 and later used to crib about how bad the networks are. I used to be more on phone than with people who were just at a distance of 5m. But last year my phone got lost around Christmas and I had no number on the new year. That is when I realized I never needed those things in the first place. Since I had no phone to answer to, I celebrated it with mummy and papa. Bhai goes out with friends (and this time too). I called a couple of friends I wanted to talk to. And that is that. And then I realized how much clutter I had accumulated. No offence to anybody but you get drowned in all the frenzy and excitement that you forget to keep up with people who matter the most.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm a beauty and fashion blogger and talking about the latest makeup collection, the hottest designer bag in the market, the latest Louboutin collection is all part of my job. But sometimes I need my time out from all these things. Yeah I know I'm sounding all sant and mahatma but that exactly is how I'm feeling. You see I can't go and say these things to someone unless I want to spoil my image! But yes once in a while you do feel this way and its normal. The people in your life are far more important than things. I haven't shopped from last 2-3months and I'm okay with it. I've not bought the latest makeup launch as soon as it hit the stores from a long time and it's again okay with me. I feel like spending all the money I have on people I love. I love to buy mom her under eye cream. I love to buy bro his green day posters. I love to buy papa his new shirt (he never shops. never! so mummy and I force him). I love to buy my best friend his new shirt or may be new shoes (la lala lalalalala). I feel like spending all I have on them. So time for a checklist. This year I will:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;take mummy to a parlour and we will spend all day pampering ourselves. I actually want to take her to a spa but she will refuse (I think). So a day full of facials, manicures,&amp;nbsp;pedicures, hair styling, etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;take my bro to a gaming zone or the new laser tag arena and play with him.....bro style!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;take papa out for.....well I never figure out what to give him! Movie? Dinner? *pulls hair*&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;take my best friend out for.....ahaaa I know you are reading this. Not so easy baby!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;new phone to mummy and papa. They both always have the worst phones in the family. So this time something new and expensive.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;and you know the list goes on but I gotta stop here since I've no money and hope to earn as fast as I can.&lt;/li&gt;
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Okay now I'm feeling better. 2012 was a very good year for me. I learned a new language. I joined a new college. I found the love of my life. I got better at makeup! (but started wearing it less often. Guess I never needed to wear a tint everyday) I got more and more ethnic stuff (just today some of my friends said "but suits suit you yaar" when I told them I'm planning to wear them less often now). I got a new phone. I became friends with my school best friend N again. I migrated my other blog to wordpress (something I was planning from an year).&lt;/div&gt;
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I guess I needed to write all that. I hope 2013 will be as good. Considering how depressed I was last year this year was so good to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I feel blessed to be so lucky to have all the perfect ingredients for a happy life now in place: family, love, friends, career. Thank you God for everything. Everything. Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;
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Alright so bro is back and we gotta watch yet another episode of How I Met Your Mother. We are on a himym marathon! 6 seasons in just 2 months!&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy New Year everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been posting just photos without any text from a while. So before I go and watch yet one more episode of HIMYM I want to write here. Have you noticed the new template yet? I'm sure you have! Its not that subtle. Was bored of the previous one (NO I don't get bored of people. just things. THINGS) so went ahead and experimented a bit. I suits my blog name you see!&lt;br /&gt;
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Its very uncommon that all the spheres of your life get comfortingly good simultaneously. I'm lucky to be in such a phase. You see if you have a great career, your love life sucks. If you are doing good in your relationship, then your friends suck. Then there are family issues. You got the point? I'm actually very happy to say that all of these are great! Who doesn't want a life like that? My motto: do good. be good. Works for sure!&lt;br /&gt;
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My semesters are about to start in 10 days. I've not started studying at all. But who cares when life is good! My best friend is in town and I can't afford to miss a single moment. Their are so less people with whom you have that divine connection. These are people you can't imagine your life without. So you gotta&amp;nbsp;prioritize. For them.....for you. And I've got my&amp;nbsp;priorities&amp;nbsp;clear. Love-family, health, career, exams!&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay I've got a bit superstitious over the past year. So *touchwood*&lt;br /&gt;
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Yours,&amp;nbsp;Prioritized&amp;nbsp;Ansh&lt;/div&gt;
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College started this week. Its almost&amp;nbsp;criminal&amp;nbsp;to call it a college. Its a school..umm B-school? You are traped inside 9-4...unlike DU. You have no free lectures...unlike DU. No activity class....unlike DU. You can't leave before the college gets over without permission.....unlike DU.&amp;nbsp;You can't bunk (I'll tell you why). Even the lecturers don't bunk! They are like human robots. And ofcourse we get to hear "&lt;i&gt;get over the DU culture. tum toh wha ke &lt;/i&gt;jawaai raja&lt;i&gt; the blah blah. You people are Mba students, learn to behave like one blah blah&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
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So you imagine that a girl who was used to getting up at 1-2 in the afternoon from last 3-4years got up at 7am sharp whole this week, slogged all day in college, came home at 5-6 in the evening, wrote blog posts in the night and did assignments. This was pretty much my schedule all this week.&amp;nbsp;There is this zero hour concept where we have this Group Discussion session from 9-9:30am.&amp;nbsp;And oh yeah lecturers are very new age here. They insist on submitting the assignments via mail on the very same night. And yeah we study from PPT presentations..haa! It used to be event in LB...using of projectors that is. So you see the college is very "new age".&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the first time in my entire life that I new people beforehand. I never shared school buses, tutions, coachings, college with any of my friends. BUT here I've my classmate A, my college junior and my course junior so its all good.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the 2nd day we had this Business Communications class where the lecturer gave us a lecture on how we should communicate with evryone in the class and not form groups. "&lt;i&gt;communication is getting out of your comfort zone and getting to know people and blah blah&lt;/i&gt;". So motivated and inspired we mass bunked the last 3pm lecture. And no we didn't go out, we went to the ground and "communicated" with each other. A guy (class CR I think, don't remember the names yet) came and asked "&lt;i&gt;chain chain kheloge?&lt;/i&gt;" I was like wtf! So there were suggestions soming from every other direction...sun moon land water..pakdam pakdai.....vish-amrit..finally we decided on&amp;nbsp;dumb-charade. Some of the movies given were: Alam Aara, Zalzala, Zubeidaa, Zangoora. So you see there were some&amp;nbsp;veteran players "&lt;i&gt;arrey North Campus mei toh humne bahut khela hai&lt;/i&gt;". The next day when we came in the morning, this was the message written on the board "MBA 1B suspended till further notice" Haa! So we were given our admission files back and the coordinators asked us to get some other college in the 2nd counselling...they didn't want "such students in their college" LOL. While there were a few who got really scared and ran after the directors, I was happy to get a day free! But everything got sorted in a couple of hours and we were asked to write an &lt;i&gt;apology&lt;/i&gt; letter.....much to my disappointment. I've come to realise I can never be a serious student no matter how hard I try. My partner is not nerdy either so its a plus! Did I tell you she is my best friend's sister? What fun!&lt;br /&gt;
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My Spanish classes started this week. I bunked the first class but let's see how I will manage it. The time is 4pm twice a week...ugggghhh. I wish I could apparate. I can even sit for the tests since I'm 16+. Oh how I wish!&lt;br /&gt;
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DCW is going on currently. I so miss being a part of it. LFW ended last week too and I didn't write a single post on it. Uggghhhh! Anyway more next week. Dis you know "anyways" is&amp;nbsp;grammatically&amp;nbsp;incorrect? Read it in some "Did you know?" in childhood so I've been a "anyway" ever since!&lt;br /&gt;
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As a kid I loved writing in my class mates' slam books. Nobody takes slam books seriously so I would write all crap but there was always this one question that made me think. "What is your MOST&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;moment?". Now I do have my share of&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;and awkward incidents (I'm a clumsy little girl who is always find herself in situations) but the question had this "MOST" part which would make things a little difficult....BUT not any more.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Yesterday was the day. The most&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;day in the history of mankind. I will tell you the whole story. Recently I was bitten by this online shopping bug. I started shopping online for everything...makeup, skin care, toiletries, clothes, bags, shoes...even lingerie. So this lingerie site had a clearance sale going on and the shoppaholic in me jumped at the opportunity and clicked on the 'buy' button and started waiting eagerly for the three b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;rassieres I ordered. The order arrived after a week and I was in the bathroom so my younger bro&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;the package. No this isn't the climax...its nothing compared to.... They send everything in a brown box so that wasn't a problem. I was going out that day so I just checked everything and put it back. After a week I&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that one of the brassieres was a wrong size because it was wrongly labeled. Wtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Now I had to return it. So I packed the box in a shoe box and wrapped everything....ready to go all the way to&amp;nbsp;Bangalore. Mom asked papa to drop it in the post while going to the office in the morning and I was asusual sleeping. Bummer!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;So the guys at the courier office asked him whats inside since the box was so big and he knowing me said there were cosmetics inside. Haaa! They ask him for some 300bucks more so he calls me and I tell him to bring it back. &lt;i&gt;Its like half the price of that stupid bra!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But NO life without twists and turns would be boring... So papa take the box to his office and now everybody gets curious. Everybody here&amp;nbsp;essentially&amp;nbsp;includes &lt;i&gt;bade papa&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;chachu&lt;/i&gt; (we are a joint family). Now chachu suggests that they open the box and courier the smaller box inside it. &lt;i&gt;Hell NOOO!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And starts the&amp;nbsp;humiliation. How on earth can somebody open your box without your permission? So unpacks it and finds a shoe box inside put together with a green tape (and lots of it). &lt;i&gt;How could he get rid of all the green mess that I created with the tape? &lt;/i&gt;And there he finds it in all its glory..the &lt;i&gt;famed&lt;/i&gt; box with a sexy girl wearing nothing but that black brassiere. &lt;i&gt;I want to cry! &lt;/i&gt;And you see what's worst? He then calls me and says that the courier guys were asking this much money so shall they courier the box that's inside. &lt;i&gt;WHAT! &lt;/i&gt;At this point I don't know that he has opened the box so I just hurriedly say "no no don't worry its nothing. Its ok. just send it back...send it back..SEND IT BACK!" And I go and &lt;i&gt;praise&lt;/i&gt; mom that how brilliantly she has ruined my life!&lt;br /&gt;
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And then he comes and I'm HORRIFIED...at seeing it all opened.&amp;nbsp;EMBARRASSED. MORTIFIED. HUMILIATED. &lt;i&gt;Why me! Oh why me! &lt;/i&gt;My father brought home my lingerie box! &lt;i&gt;I want to die!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;PS - The girl you see above starred in my favourite tv show Mortified. Nobody but she can emote it best.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please click here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~4/mnrW8CXCgm8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/179961742999003954/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2012/07/mortified.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/179961742999003954?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/179961742999003954?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~3/mnrW8CXCgm8/mortified.html" title="Mortified!" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02605991472910728215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9vv6oDh0Vs/T-N-iojepYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_gqLKtSRoEg/s220/300095_1526716143660_488346893_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaMmP_43_L4/T_tbCuP5nBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UIHe3s6cpeU/s72-c/mortified1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2012/07/mortified.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBQns_cSp7ImA9WhJSGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348329381178581498.post-6682251609845402591</id><published>2012-06-22T00:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-07-11T05:55:53.549+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-11T05:55:53.549+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Reincarnation</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I was long gone. But no apologies since I don't run this space for the readers (have a totally different blog for that!). I'm here sitting on my bed writing this post with a big smile on the face (okay I'm no way going to mention the messy bun, green PJs, spectacles and kohl-less eyes).&lt;br /&gt;
So much happened which I didn't/couldn't write here. Okay here is the year in pictures (more because I got a new camera which I need to flaunt). I'm getting good at photography with each passing day. No wildlife please! Just pretty things. Okay animal lovers, animals are pretty too...but..whatever. I like clicking random people in public places, girls dressed nicely and badly BOTH, makeup, etc. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Diwali&lt;br /&gt;
2. Learned some eye makeup&lt;br /&gt;
3. Fruit salad on nails!&lt;br /&gt;
4. Found a quick solution for the zits&lt;br /&gt;
5. Did some DIYing&lt;br /&gt;
6. Favourite dessert in winters!&lt;br /&gt;
7. Learned&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Photoshop...the basics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;8. Got my first pair of lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9. Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;
10. Trial room clicks with M&lt;br /&gt;
11. Birthday again!&lt;br /&gt;
12. Teasing bro (that's what elder sisters are supposed to do!)&lt;br /&gt;
13. Got into bling...jhatek?&lt;br /&gt;
14. Birthday yet again!&lt;br /&gt;
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(at this point wonders where is the cake #4 photo..Oh I think he said he didn't want cake this time)&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay now to the post title. This marks the beginning of a new life, new journey, new goals. Past was good but its done now. Tomorrow will be better, I&amp;nbsp;believe. I somewhere read that a wise man looks ahead but without forgetting the lessons life taught. That got me thinking...what lessons has life taught me?&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Never forget your friends while you are busy with your own life...specially the ones who never gave up on you.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Girl and boy are best friends. The girl fancies the school hottie. They discuss their respective crushes. They date, go out, have fun...ofcourse with different people while still remaining friends. But come back to each other years later realizing they were always meant to be.&amp;nbsp;Sounds like a typical high school movie! Your best friend can turn out to be your best companion...in every sense!&lt;br /&gt;
3. Forgive people.&lt;br /&gt;
4. okay I don't know! I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; wise!&lt;br /&gt;
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But I do know what I need/should to. Infact I just made a mental list of things I plan to do before I turn 25:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Learn ballroom dancing.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Learn to put on the sophisticated face in 'emergencies'.&lt;br /&gt;
3.&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Learn to speak Spanish fluently. (I'm about to start with the 2nd semester. Its one of the easiest and most romantic&amp;nbsp;languages&amp;nbsp;in the world. Well those were the reasons I took it up for. But these are the reasons I gave my parents: Its 3rd most widely spoken language in the world with over 25 countries using it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4. Learn to communicate through my fork and knife...matlab learn some dining&amp;nbsp;etiquette!&lt;br /&gt;
5. Take the other blog to new heights, it gives me a sense of independence.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Get a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;good job and live a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="background-color: white;"&gt;luxurious&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Updated&lt;/span&gt; 7. Learn to walk in sky scraper heels i.e shoes which are more than 4inch high. This is really important. The people I hang out with are TALL and I'm vertically challenged! I have a few pairs but I don't want to look like a duck..which I will if I go out in them. Currently I wear wedges but sick of them. How does one start walking in heels?? Okay I've read a million articles but that's all theory. I once asked a popular fashion blogger who is about my height and she said it took her some 6 months to properly walk in heels...6 months of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;embarrassement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;? *horror*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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These are some short term targets and need not wait for 4-5yrs but are still important.&lt;br /&gt;
1. Maintain a healthy eating and sleeping regime. I try EVERYDAY but...I just can't sleep or&amp;nbsp;wake up&amp;nbsp;before everyone in my family.&lt;br /&gt;
2.&amp;nbsp;Practice&amp;nbsp;yoga and meditation. It is one of the best things that ever happened to me. I can't explain in words but it really really works. Its like...umm..a detox for your mind, body and soul. When I perform yoga, I think clearly, get super energetic, get elastic and flexible (yes!) and creativity starts running &lt;i&gt;rom rom&lt;/i&gt; mei.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Start reading books again. Somehow blogs have taken over the books which I feel bad about. May be I should stop stocking up e-books and start buying &lt;b&gt;actual&lt;/b&gt; books to read before bed. Only a book lover can understand the joy of turning pages one after another. Once I start a book its difficult to put it down without finishing it. I used to read Harry Potter series in bathroom late at night. Infact half of the books I've were read in bathrooms! My parents never used to allow me to stay awake beyond 10pm during school so that used to be the only way!&lt;br /&gt;
4. Start writing on PFMD regularly. Yes I'm no way going to abandon this space.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in short I've a lot to look forward to. My mba counselling is later this month and I hope to get the college I want. After an year of sitting at home, it would be a luxury to have somewhere to go to. Life is good. Okay I've gotten superstitious over the past year...so touch wood.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I can understand the feeling when you just want to vomit out everything you feel in words. I just had one such moment. And that is what literally forced me to come back here. What would you do with a friend (or say your BFF) who suddenly abandons you? This started 2 months ago and isn't that fresh now but I just pondered over the times we spent together and now I can't help but feel sad about it. Not Angry. Not Dissapointed. But SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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We used to be like sisters and had this off-on sisterhood. But even when we were not that much in touch (when school got over) , we used to still call each other once in a while and wish on birthdays. But during our "on" times, we were like house on fire! We drank, smoked, danced on roads, dressed up like goths, did each others' makeup, chatted on phone whole nights and what not! Recently when I was going through a bad phase, she was the one who helped me come out of it. And immediately after when things started getting fine with me, she had a downfall and I helped her with all my support and L.O.V.E. I was there with her all the times and fought with everyone just to support her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then one fine day when I call her, I'm told she has gone to her relatives for a few days (which was fine since we all thought getting her out of this mess would do good to her). Later I find out she never went to her relatives and was very much here in Delhi all this time. I was hurt, badly hurt. I call her up but she has now changed her number! Brused by now. Log on to facebook to check on her and suddenly I can't find her anywhere. Confused. Concerned for her. Then it hit me...she has B.L.O.C.K.E.D me! "What?", my friends say. She is happily chatting away on FB with other people, hanging out, and doing everything she would normally do. But suddenly abandoned/disowned/blocked (I can't find the right word) me. I was dissapointed then and decided not to try to contact her. But just now saw a recent pic of hers (through some sources) and the wounds are fresh again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't help but cry over it right now. I mean how can anyone be so blind and stupid to consider your best friend as your enemy? I still remember the time we vowed never to leave each other in our thick and thin. And you know what's worse? The guy who was giving her all that hard time is now after my life! Someone tell that silly guy that doing me harm now won't fulfill his revenge because she would never know! That ass is creating so many problems in my life and for who should I bear all that? For someone who kicked me out of her life just like that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway I have an exam on Sunday so I better concentrate on it...only if I could...&lt;br /&gt;
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I had almost abandoned this blog. But after a serious talk with a person last night who had been a silent spectator of my blog for quite sometime now, I started thinking again. So, I dedicate this post to you Mr.Insomniac for being so concerned and bringing me back...which makes me remember I have never dedicated a post to anyone here before.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was mom's birthday on tuesday. Celebration time. Cherry(bro) was busy the whole day making a short movie clip to present to mom. It has got some real good but&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;photos! I debated for quite a while whether to upload it or not but finally decided to go ahead. And now blogger is not uploading it (thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;
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And this the sinful cake..all finished in a day&lt;/div&gt;
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Daddy dearest gifted mom some&amp;nbsp;jewelery. Mom all happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;
"No demands, No diamonds"&lt;br /&gt;
I however could not get her anything (was not well enough) but but but my Mom is smart..&lt;br /&gt;
I had a peice of cloth I had been meaning to get stitched in a kurti (tunic) but just could not get the inspiration (you girls know what I mean here) and she had been eyeing it from the start!&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally on the day she said "You have not got me any gift, have you?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Mom, tomorrow definitely"&lt;br /&gt;
"But my birthday is today"&lt;br /&gt;
"What can I do for you now?" (puppy face)&lt;br /&gt;
"Well...I was wondering..you are not anyway getting the kurti&amp;nbsp;stitched&amp;nbsp;anytime soon..&amp;nbsp;moreover&amp;nbsp;you would be wasting such a classic&amp;nbsp;piece&amp;nbsp;with your simple plain design ideas.."&lt;br /&gt;
"yes?"&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm taking it as a birthday present for you"&lt;br /&gt;
"Noo!!"&lt;br /&gt;
"Yess"&lt;br /&gt;
Battle lost. Kurti dreams shattered.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yours, anshita&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id="goog_735752827"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_735752828"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please click here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~4/UrE4CLOOabI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2719899673792874103/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/2719899673792874103?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/2719899673792874103?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~3/UrE4CLOOabI/resurrection.html" title="Resurrection?" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02605991472910728215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9vv6oDh0Vs/T-N-iojepYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_gqLKtSRoEg/s220/300095_1526716143660_488346893_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6uSOuFmdJo/Tbm8uzzgRNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZViQClp02ns/s72-c/Photo3942i.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYNQXY_cCp7ImA9WhZSFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348329381178581498.post-575904846290939465</id><published>2011-03-31T00:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:39:50.848+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-31T00:39:50.848+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="owl necklace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haul" /><title>Look what I got in the mail..</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
I've been shopping blindly and madly from past few days. I'm going 
through a very bad phase and its very painful and difficult. I knew this was coming, just that I didn't know it would be this soon. I wont go into
 the details but my trust was broken. And that is the reason why I was 
missing from everywhere. No blogging. No facebooking. No tweeting. I'm 
sorry if I didn't reply to your comments or mails. And that is why I'm 
shopping so much, to distract distract distract. Its still not over 
yet...anyway, I'm not going to spoil all your "blue" mood with all this. I'm not a cricket buff but even I couldnt escape this Ind-Pak excitement. All this cricket has gone to my head now. We won.. Yayyy! Happy Chhoti Diwali....Badi Diwali saturday final ko!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I'm now a proud owner of the much hyped about Owl Necklace. I even 
have silver owl ear-rings! And the other day spotted an owl ring at Vero
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I got 3 packages in the mail back to back today. Every time someone says
 there is a courier, everyone starts looking at me. My mom doesn't know 
I'm doing all this shopping, I always tell her "just a giveaway". And 
considering my luck with the giveaways, she believes me! After all I'm 
still in college, have not started earning yet and my exams are drawing 
nearer, so she isn't wrong either. But....&lt;br /&gt;
My Oriflame and Avon haul package is due tomorrow and I'm so waiting for it now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please click here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~4/GibMzO-KtTE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/575904846290939465/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-what-i-got-in-mail.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/575904846290939465?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/575904846290939465?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~3/GibMzO-KtTE/look-what-i-got-in-mail.html" title="Look what I got in the mail.." /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02605991472910728215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9vv6oDh0Vs/T-N-iojepYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_gqLKtSRoEg/s220/300095_1526716143660_488346893_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOd57cCPWDk/TZN_O1JHsVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BlQ4hzrmNBQ/s72-c/Photo3711i.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-what-i-got-in-mail.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQHYyeyp7ImA9WhJQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348329381178581498.post-7811913073710106421</id><published>2011-03-11T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-07-28T17:50:31.893+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-28T17:50:31.893+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="favourites" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summers" /><title>Summery white sheer lacy tops- my current obsession!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;The four adjectives in the title above describe my obsession right now! I'm on my quest for that perfect white dress.. have a look at my favourites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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nothing can beat this classy white top, my favourite&lt;/div&gt;
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I so want to rock this trend, my mom would faint! &lt;/div&gt;
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for college only! &lt;/div&gt;
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My exams are going on. That's why a silent post. Had my first in the morning. 3 more to go. I don't know the logic but I get so motivated and inspired to post during my exams. In fact I started this blog during my last semester exams! So be assured there would be these kinda posts over the next 14 days.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't know. I don't know how to say. I don't know what to say. I came here to write about something but I'm suddenly at a loss of words. I'm no longer sure if I even should write it here.&amp;nbsp;Betrayal&amp;nbsp;it is. From someone I &lt;s&gt;least&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;never expected. Lunar&amp;nbsp;eclipse. And the worst part is that it was all before me. For me to see. I just played blind all the while. Or may be I was blindfolded. So is that what they call a sudden nervous breakdown? What if I don't resurface ever again?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please click here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~4/QgXIogI_4rQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2043937215154507354/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/et-tu-brute.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/2043937215154507354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/2043937215154507354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~3/QgXIogI_4rQ/et-tu-brute.html" title="Et Tu, Brute?" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02605991472910728215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9vv6oDh0Vs/T-N-iojepYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_gqLKtSRoEg/s220/300095_1526716143660_488346893_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/et-tu-brute.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08CQ3Y9cCp7ImA9WhJQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348329381178581498.post-818961251270781607</id><published>2011-02-28T17:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-07-28T17:14:22.868+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-28T17:14:22.868+05:30</app:edited><title>25 Random Question Tag</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Where were you 3 hours ago?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- In front of TV watching tonight's match..it was a tie though! and yes I'm not a cricket fan..its just it was really exciting tonight&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7. Can You Taste The Difference Between Pepsi And Coke? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;NO!! Nor do i care!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite accessory?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Rings. I'm getting into neckpeices nowadays&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;12.Which current celebrity's style do you admire most? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Sonam Kapoor, Avril Lavinge, Lady Gaga(Kidding!!)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;13.&amp;nbsp;What is your favorite fashion store/shop? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Zara, Forever 21, Temptations, Fashion Street&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;14. When was the last time you drove out of town? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I don't drive yet..I'm gonna learn this summer&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nothing! I generally don't listen music much...I keep this time to deep think and my hands work manually&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;16. What was the last thing you bought? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Just ordering an owl necklace. But last I bought a stripped blue white shrug.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;What is the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Actually, when I get up I've this hangover for 5mins when I don't remember anything! Don't freak its just sometimes sleep makes me dizzy. Otherwise I think of an excuse to skip college and sleep again&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;18. Favorite Food? -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chinese, Mughlai, South Indian, desserts&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;19.&amp;nbsp;Biggest turn off? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Fakes. Fake accent, fake concern, fake interests &amp;amp; tastes just to be a part of the cool group in college, etc&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;20.&amp;nbsp;What do you always have on you/wear? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Kohl, lip balm and a thin gold band&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;21. What does your screen name mean/ how did you come up with it? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I had this question in a journalism entrance at LSR college 3 years back "What do you understand by Vanity no apologies?" And to me surprise none of my friends knew! So I gladly offered my explanation. And the funny part is I was always apologetic about being vain then...not anymore! So years later when I decided to have a beauty blog, it instantly came to my mind. And about the entrance, I left it because I cleared something better! Now studying something totally different from it...business economics!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;22.&amp;nbsp;Favorite style of top/blouse? -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like tubes, tanks, interesting cuts...prints do not matter much&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;23. Favorite TV show? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I don't watch TV..but I do watch Vampire Diaries&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;24.&amp;nbsp;What is a favorite TV show from your childhood? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Small Wonder, Power puff girls, Flintstones, Dexter lab, Bewitched&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;25.&amp;nbsp;What does your dream bedroom look like? -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Very very cosy, wooden flooring, white furniture and a walk-in closet&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I wont like barring anybody from this tag, so I tag YOU. Yes you. Come on go ahead and do it! and tell me when you do it as I would like to know you better.&lt;/div&gt;
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All you girls (even guys too if you are reading) I need your advice 
right now. Its "his" birthday this wednesday and I'm out of ideas to 
think of a nice gift I can present him. They say shopping for girls is 
difficult. How?? You have loads and loads of options to choose from. 
Basically, you can get a girl ANYTHING (shoes, bags, jewellery, 
clothes,etc etc etc etc) and she would love you for her whole life. And 
its pretty easy too. But when it comes to guys there are NO options! 
Seriously!! I've already gifted him shirts, wallet and a watch and now 
I'm out of ideas. So can you please tell me what to get? Anything? What 
did you gift him last? And I'm pretty much broke right now and right now
 I've a budget of Rs.1000-1500 only($20-30). I know the range is pretty 
low but given its the sale season may be I can get something nice..its 
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Last Valentine I woke up to M's call, shouting " OMG ANSHITA CHECK THE NEWSPAPER, WE ARE IN IT!!" And with a jerk I got up, "WHAT??" We don't get that NBT at home, so I sent my father to get it. And he ran for it, after all his daughter was in that day's paper. Hang on, it just wasn't any other day, it was "Valentine's day" and being on the paper on &lt;i&gt;that particular &lt;/i&gt;day had its own meaning.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;And just look at the pic. Its sooo hideous. I almost died after seeing this. Couldn't have they chosen any better pic where my hair behaved and my face didn't look like I've been punched hard. And whats up with that headline? My cousins still joke about it. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me show you the whole picture. Actually M and I were hanging out in bungalow road when suddenly a man popped up with some red roses in his hands and asked if I would play a little game on TV which required me to react and answer his proposal. I was like "I'm not interested". And then he said, "Wow! Brilliant! Can you please say that to the camera?" And then he bent on his knees and proposed and I rolled my eyes and said "I'm NOT interested!!" Yayyy it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;
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Later, we went into Archies because I wanted to get him something, when another man came and asked if we could pose for some pics. He told us he worked for some daily and was clicking pics for the V-day. We happily obliged! Who wouldn't? Only I thought he worked for some chotu-motu ( insignificant) paper and didn't expect much. He asked to pose like this..like that. It was so funny you know. But we couldn't give him any decent shot and after some time he got fed up (I think). So I was not really expecting anything. Moreover, there were so much better dressed people there. And one of those pics got published the very next day. I was just cursing myself for dressing like an idiot that day. But:&lt;br /&gt;
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But no. Even the relatives you meet once a year HAVE to notice you in that tiny picture. And the&amp;nbsp;embarrassment&amp;nbsp;doubled when they actually called up and told me I was in the paper, as if I didn't already know.&lt;/div&gt;
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Even the lecturers in my college brought up copies of it the next day and did some jhuppies &amp;amp; puppies (hugs&amp;amp;kisses) with their "celebrity" students!&lt;/div&gt;
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So that were my 5mins of fame. But hey some of my friends study so hard to get their photos published in the papers. And what do they get? A passport size photo? This was a real short-cut!&lt;/div&gt;
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This year's Valentine was a much simpler affair without any 'jhatkas'. Even the weather here was so nice. Here are some pics:&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy ♥ day to you all.&lt;/div&gt;
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Are you a girl of so called "marriageable age"? Do you fear a loser being forced on you as your "husband"? Do you dream of an independent guy who would want to marry you rather than your car? Please read &lt;a href="http://desigheeandcoffee.wordpress.com/2011/01/30/letter-from-a-concerned-mother/"&gt;A letter from a Concerned Mother&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Tbg-Dgc/100000691819698"&gt;Tbg&lt;/a&gt;". And then read &lt;a href="http://theaccidentalwriter.in/?p=745"&gt;The Answer to that Concerned Mother&lt;/a&gt; by Amrutha.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all have our first times. No, I'm not talking about &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; you dirty mind. You all must have gone through this and today was my day. I&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;my first ever cheque. Yayyy! Back in October last year I covered a seminar on UNDP Programme for Human Development &amp;amp; Statistical Challenges and submitted a report on the same and just got compensated for that.&lt;div&gt;
You must have read those celebrity interviews where these celebs are often asked about their first pay cheque and how did they spent it. Well, I'm already rehearsing my answers to this one! But how do I spent it? I mean I can shop of course, but that I always do. I want to do spend it in a different way ( read I want to sound wise when I'm later interviewed with that question). I feel like doing a bhangra or gidda. Oh wait I don't know how to do it.&lt;div&gt;
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I'm a Punjabi but I cant speak it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm a Punjabi but I cant read/write it.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm a Punjabi but I cant understand it. I can but not the shudh Punjabi. Whenever I try speaking it comes out tooti-phooti and I become a laughing stock. Nor do I like the big fat show-offs associated with Punjabis (show-shaa we call it). Oh well I again managed to divert from the reason I was writing this post.&lt;/div&gt;
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So yes tell me how did you guys spent your first pay cheque..may be it would provide some nice ideas. Till then, I'm off to doing some bhangra.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yours, jumping Anshita&lt;/div&gt;
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First of all let me tell you that it was the first lipstick I EVER 
purchased. I was in school that time and all I used to read was Delhi Times 
which would be full of how Jolie has got such a lovely nude pout. And 
then all I wanted in the world were nude lips! So, I started off on my 
search for a nude lippie.&lt;br /&gt;
When you think of Angelina, you think of lips like the way when you think of&amp;nbsp;Jeniffer&amp;nbsp;Anniston, you think of hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My Nude Lippie definition at that time&lt;/b&gt;: the lightest possible lipstick ever made on earth to give you AJ's pout. :P&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;[Another reason was that we have same initials, silly I know]&lt;br /&gt;
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And
 so I reached a Maybelline counter and said "I want a nude lipstick". 
She asked about the tones, pigmentation, staying power, colour pay-off and all I said 
was "it should be NUDE you know". She started swatching tomato reds, 
barbie pinks, cofffee browns and all others which were far far far from 
nude. And then I exclaimed "Nooooo they arent nude. Give me nudes"!!&lt;br /&gt;
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tell you these stupid SAs were really irritating and my mom was getting 
impatient. Finally the SA said "mam what exactly is a nude lipstick?" I was like 
"WHAT?? You dont know nude!! How can you not know nude??"&amp;nbsp;She was really embaressed and then I 
tried explaining her what it was.&lt;br /&gt;
That is when she took out the 
Watershine range and started swatching them. Although the colours were 
light(which I wanted) but they were not nude and finally she convinced 
me into buying Mochaccino- a light brown shade.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its been 3yrs now and it is still lying unused in my drawer. Why?&lt;br /&gt;
It doesnt stays for more than 15mins. It evaporates on its own! It just looks like a sheer clean gloss.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wore it to my brother's mariage and when I saw myself in a mirror 
after sometime, I was like Gosh! Where is my lippie! And as expected I 
wasnt carrying it for reapplying, I didnt know the rules then.. &lt;b&gt;All my dreams of getting nude lips were shattered&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I thought there was something wrong with my lips and I stayed away from lipsticks for sooo many years after that ( I still do).&amp;nbsp;Only now I know that there was nothing wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;
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Haha I wish she had done some PDV (Public Display of Vanity) earlier!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Yawning, still in no mood to sleep. Why? Saturday night. I'm mentally tuned to the thought&amp;nbsp;Saturday-nights-are-not-for-sleeping.&amp;nbsp;Moreover, I think I'll just waste my time tossing and turning in the bed. More, I think sleeping is such a waste of time. I can blog. I can tweet. I can&amp;nbsp;Facebook. I can read a book. I can day-dream..err night-dream (no I'm not going to write exactly what I'm gonna day-dream..I'm a dreamer and always building&amp;nbsp;castles&amp;nbsp;in air. Bad I know. Worst I cant stop.) Or may be I can even &amp;nbsp;write a book. I started once some years back..got down to make some character outlines..all from my school&amp;nbsp;disguised&amp;nbsp;under different names. But not now. Writing needs some experience. So, I write my diary instead. Named it "Anne" after Anne Frank. I like that girl so much. She was so thoughtful. But I've not written my diary from past 6months. Or may be more. Don't even know where I kept/hide it last. Blogging makes life difficult in someways. Life was pretty simpler without it. Loads of time to waste. Loads of time to utilise. You noticing a different style or should I make it more loud. I don't know why am I writing such nonsense stuff. My mood. My blog. And no don't get serious over my sleep. I would be sleeping all day and afternoon. I always do. Why? I cant wake up on my own. I sleep as if I'm in a comma or something. And nobody dares to wake me up either. Not a morning person. Bad position to be in. Well. So, what the hell am I gonna do now? There are loads many people visible on the chat on fb. But I don't. Actually I cant. I'm too lazy to type. If I'm gonna use my energies then better write a post instead. You wanna know what am I currently reading? I would tell anyway. Slow Hands by Leslie Kelly. Its too erotic to be put on my sidebar so I'm mentioning here instead. So why am I not reading it instead of boring you with all this fuss over nothing? I fear I would finish it soon and have no backups. Actually, I'm a bibliophile. I read like crazy. One after another. So, I'm giving myself a break. Sanctum released. Gonna catch up pretty soon. And now if you actually cared to go through such a mundane para, hats off.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS- Why don't i address my posts to Anne anymore? It was confusing to so many people out there. Many thought I was dedicating my posts to a fellow blogger!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yours, mundane Anshita&lt;br /&gt;
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In fact I turned an year brighter, younger, smarter and prettier!&lt;br /&gt;
I'm
 20 now! How time flies.&amp;nbsp; This year I got a new phone, made a 
blog..actually two of them, met some really nice people through 
blogging, gained some weight, well there are so many things to write. &lt;br /&gt;
Saying I'm blessed would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;
Special
 thanks to mommy and daddy for always being with me and supporting me, 
bro for being equally crazy with me, J for patiently loving me even on 
my most crazy days and U for always being there whenever I needed a real
 friend. *Wipes off the tears dramatically* (Wow feels like my oscar 
speech)&lt;br /&gt;
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Every year on my birthday I get a hair cut done, so this time also I got a new hair cut which turned out rather disastrous! 
The hairdresser styled the upper half of my hair with loads of layers 
and steps but seems he forgot I had hair below my shoulders too. It was 
as if I was wearing a short wig but forgot to hide my real hair inside it. I know!! Anyway, I styled them in a way which was&amp;nbsp;at-least&amp;nbsp;"wearable".&lt;br /&gt;
And
 gifts..I wont go into the details, but loved them all. Special thanks 
to J here. He got me some *cough* vanity items! More than the gift I 
liked the gesture. He went into this store and said "I want some 
lipglosses" and when the SA asked him for some preferences for colors, 
brands,etc.. he was like "errr..they should be...mm..good". I was 
rolling on floor when he recounted the whole episode to me!&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy n daddy gifted me a gold band on my 13th 
bdy which I still wear (the only jewellery I wear infact). They then 
gifted a pair of gold earings(dont even know where I kept them) on my 
15th and a tiny gold cross(Yayyy!) on my 18th. I love crosses you know. 
But I dont wear it because I'm neither fond of jewelery nor I like 
wearing gold. Diamonds are not my best friends! My guy would be real 
happy while reading this. This year was for clothes. My birthday comes 
when its neither too cold nor too hot, a very confusing climate for a 
girl to dress. But the best part is you come across a sale wherever you 
go *happy happy*&lt;br /&gt;
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So here are my picks of what I liked and disliked at this year's Golden Globe awards.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Hits &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;: I absolutely &lt;i&gt;adore &lt;/i&gt;the weaving detailing in this Giorgio Armani Privé dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olivia Wilde:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The “Tron Legacy” star looked like a princess in her Marchesa gown;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the skirt was big,okay huge but I'm digging it. One word- beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TTlOQlNEDZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WMyG6xDaXls/s1600/imageso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TTlOQlNEDZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WMyG6xDaXls/s400/imageso.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;/b&gt;: Looking absolutely gorgeous in this classic Jenny
 Packham dress. From the beige colour as well to the design, i love it 
all. And how fierce is her new fringe? I personally love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;The Misses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TTlOJp-uSHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aR6F_2bNH-U/s1600/GG_fashionmisses1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TTlOJp-uSHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aR6F_2bNH-U/s400/GG_fashionmisses1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diane Warren&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;The  blazer is nice but more appropriate for a night out than an award function.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope Davis&lt;/b&gt;: The colour is absolutely gorgeous but whats up with the two sided detailing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helena Bonham Carter&lt;/b&gt;:May be she is taking her role as Bellatrix a bit too seriously. The outfit is really wacky!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julianne Moore&lt;/b&gt;:Neithe the colour nor the neckline is working for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle Williams&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp; the  daisy print might be more suited for her bedsheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julianna Marguiles:&lt;/b&gt; The colours are simply washing her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halle Berry&lt;/b&gt;: I adore Halle Berry but this? Whats up with this cat-woman outfit?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heidi Klum&lt;/b&gt;:  One word- Sloppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Special Mentions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anne Hathaway&lt;/b&gt;- she wore an Armani Prive fall 2010. A lot of 
people are raving about her dress but it looks like disco ball to me. 
Even though how much I'm digging the back, it cant compensate for the 
flat front. I liked the puffed-up sleeves though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;stepped out in a shimmering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt; Swarovski-encrusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;
 , long-sleeved Versace dress. The only good thing about it was that she
 took a break from the usual nudes she wears. I saw her wearing such a 
fierce color for the first time.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Who needs diamonds when you can shine so brightly without them? Its a miss for me though I love Jolie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;sporting a baby bump makes all the difference in a red carpet gown.&lt;br /&gt;
Really, the dress would be nothing to talk about if she weren’t hiding that growing bump of hers. I have a thing for prego women!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please click here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~4/vz8QYHTxpa4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6900162091839017475/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/golden-globe-hits-and-misses.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/6900162091839017475?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/6900162091839017475?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~3/vz8QYHTxpa4/golden-globe-hits-and-misses.html" title="Golden Globe- Hits and Misses" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02605991472910728215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9vv6oDh0Vs/T-N-iojepYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_gqLKtSRoEg/s220/300095_1526716143660_488346893_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TTlOiYaHqfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GpdYapl0Dy0/s72-c/meganfox.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/golden-globe-hits-and-misses.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4MQXcyeyp7ImA9Wx9WFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348329381178581498.post-7846643328510817314</id><published>2011-01-19T22:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:56:20.993+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-19T22:56:20.993+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green ribbons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ecology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exam." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="updates" /><title>Why I was MIA</title><content type="html">First of all, a very Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;
And yes I'm alive.Its just there was so much to do that I&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;take time out to post. Now, when my exams are over I'm a free bird again!&amp;nbsp;OK&amp;nbsp;my new year&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;start on a very good note, with me sulking the whole 1jan, but All is well that...er..may not even start well? Everything is fine now though. &amp;nbsp;I'm not allowed to party late nights so I spent the new year's eve with my family.&amp;nbsp;We went out to this mall in Rajouri Garden and had some great fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moreover&amp;nbsp;my CAT result came,well lets just not talk about it!&lt;br /&gt;
Also, its my last semester in the college and I just cant figure out how should I feel. Should I feel sad that I'm finally leaving that cocoon and stepping out in this mad world or should I be happy that I have to go college only for 4months now? I dont see anything bright ahead, YET.&lt;br /&gt;
And yes one more thing, dont think I missed out on any of your posts. Even though I had my exams I still sneaked into read all your posts, could not comment as I was reading them via Google Reader to save on some time.&lt;br /&gt;
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And you must have noticed the new layout. Thats for the new year. I like changes. And the green theme is to go with one of my resolutions of being more and more&amp;nbsp;Eco-friendly. I have always loved nature and been part of many events in my school. I had even started a club in my school with a friend called 'Green Ribbons' where everyone who was&amp;nbsp;Eco-conscious&amp;nbsp;would flaunt a green ribbon on their wrists. Cool na? It gathered a lot of attention and I gathered some brickbats too with the&amp;nbsp;bouquets. I was named the "Eco-club" girl of my school with all the sarcasm. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
Well thats it for now. I will be staying around now so be in touch!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yours, anshita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Please click here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~4/k9huIz6Evf4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7846643328510817314/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-i-was-mia.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/7846643328510817314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348329381178581498/posts/default/7846643328510817314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QtoqA/~3/k9huIz6Evf4/why-i-was-mia.html" title="Why I was MIA" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02605991472910728215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9vv6oDh0Vs/T-N-iojepYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_gqLKtSRoEg/s220/300095_1526716143660_488346893_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TTXcu6jCAAI/AAAAAAAAALs/vNqrVd0AaPE/s72-c/Photo2458i.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-i-was-mia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFRXsyfCp7ImA9WhJQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348329381178581498.post-1363804274745702265</id><published>2011-01-06T17:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-07-28T17:55:14.594+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-28T17:55:14.594+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twilight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kristen stewart fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kristen stewart style" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dresses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kristen stewart" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="style" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kristen stewart dresses" /><title>Kristen Stewart Dresses Part-2</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Of late I have been following Kristen Stewart on the Red carpet events. Her style is very chic and classy. Here are some of the her dresses I liked:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I heart :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Now that the series has ended, I can only find solace in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TRcb2FDm69I/AAAAAAAAALE/oEv6GAj5fm8/s1600/images+%25284%2529aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TRcb2FDm69I/AAAAAAAAALE/oEv6GAj5fm8/s200/images+%25284%2529aa.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Dont judge a book by its movie! I agree the movies are nothing compared to the books, but then again the books are finished.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;The short second life of Bree Tanner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; online free read for twiharders by&amp;nbsp;Stephenie&amp;nbsp;Meyer. I loved it to the core.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;CWG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;well, there is so much written on this. you can even find a hate post on it &lt;a href="http://pages4rmmydiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/rome-was-not-built-in-day-come-to-games.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But all is well that ends well.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Paul- The Octopus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;wasnt he cute?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;I started blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;and found so many interesting people here and became friends with many. I cant thank &lt;a href="http://lifeasitmeans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shalini&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;enough for that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;(by this time you must have known that I'm a vampire freak). Here I'm not talking about the books which by the way sucked but the TV show.No not True Blood. The characters are all same but the story is a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;8.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;I joined TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;I made so many new friends there. My college register may not boast of 100% attendence, but the time register does.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hated:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;Sheila ki jawaani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Doesnt it remind you of a C-grade item song?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TRcb_gzM8WI/AAAAAAAAALI/8R8ieurW2Wg/s1600/best-worst-Salman1993nn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkUJk7NClks/TRcb_gzM8WI/AAAAAAAAALI/8R8ieurW2Wg/s200/best-worst-Salman1993nn.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;Munni badnaam hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Puke Puke Puke.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;Dabang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Puke some more.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;Suresh Kalmadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;well you all know about it, so I'll save myself the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;Raavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;No comments.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;Pyaar ki ek kahaani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Ekta Kapoor's take on twilight!! Its laughable. (I still watch it, I'm insanely curious :\)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;It also includes my CAT exam. But I didnt have much sentiments attached so it doesnt matter much.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whats your take? You are welcome to add or defend something.&lt;br /&gt;
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