<?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-13895056</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:55:23.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PreethZzZ The Original</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-4648596494770046208</id><published>2007-03-08T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T17:20:38.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning - Friendship to guys?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Friendship is one of the most precious things in life. The best friendships that you have are usually with people of the opposite sex. Just because you are more free and there are no heirs. But what happens when people misunderstand and want to take it further? You loose a lot of your very best friends. I am sure many girls face this problem. I doubt for guys its as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that two people can start out as friends and then one misunderstands or just basically wants things to go further than friendship? And finally not end up talking to that person? It really doesn't make sense. If those people really like the other person so much they should talk to them &amp; be a good friend to them for life. Of course all guys react differently in such situations but this is the basic gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys there is such a thing as friendship &amp;amp; you really need to start realising that friendship is an important part of life as well as any other serious relationship.  Some of my best friends are guys or should I say past best friends. That seems to be the problem. To a girl she doesn't fancy as many guys &amp; mostly when she meets a guy, she is looking for a good friend and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please guys before you fall in "love" with a girl make sure she likes you too and that things can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open('http://www.blogrolling.com/add_links_pop.phtml?u=http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blog roll&lt;/span&gt; Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-4648596494770046208?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/4648596494770046208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=4648596494770046208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/4648596494770046208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/4648596494770046208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2007/03/meaning-friendship-to-guys.html' title='Meaning - Friendship to guys?!?!?'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-115449571463729609</id><published>2006-08-01T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:15:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Recent events had given rise to times which were unfair, times filled with uncertainty plaguing everyone's minds. What was going to happen? Who was the culprit? Whispers spread all around as fast as a wild bush fire.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;A sudden hush filled the room. The police had walked in. A sea of anxious faces stood in silence waiting for the judge to talk. Each one with a guilty look on their face. Who was to be blamed?  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;The crime scene was investigated and the culprit was found. Finally the wait was over, the voice of the judge came bellowing out, “Hands up”. Everyone then stood with shocked expressions and masks of guilt, hesitantly putting their hands up.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Not one hand was clean, all were covered in filthy paint. Just like the walls which were decorated by the suspects, in a myriad of colours.  All  the little culprits were sentenced by the mother to grab a cloth and clean the walls. Not only that, but they all were sentenced straight to bed for 8-10 hours of solitude.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void%28rollpop=window.open%28" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-115449571463729609?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/115449571463729609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=115449571463729609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/115449571463729609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/115449571463729609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2006/08/verdict_01.html' title='The Verdict'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-115338584878229921</id><published>2006-07-20T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:46:13.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darndest Things!</title><content type='html'>--KIDS IN CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-year-old Reese:"Our Father, Who does art in heaven, Harold is His name. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A little boy was overheard praying: "Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. I'm having a real good time like I am."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;After the christening of his baby brother in church, Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, "That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I wanted to stay with you guys."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I had been teaching my three-year old daughter, Caitlin, the Lord's Prayer for several evenings at bedtime. She would repeat after me the lines from the prayer. Finally, she decided to go solo. I listened with pride as she carefully enunciated each word, right up to the end of the prayer: "Lead us not into temptation," she prayed, "but deliver us from E-mail.&lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;One particular four-year-old prayed, "And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they were on the way to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?" One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Six-year-old Angie and her four-year-old brother, Joel, were sitting together in church. Joel giggled, sang, and talked out loud. Finally, his big sister had had enough. "You're not supposed to talk out loud in church." "Why? Who's going to stop me?" Joel asked. Angie pointed to the back of the church and said, "See those two men standing by the door? They're hushers." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons,Kevin 5, and Ryan 3. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson. "If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, 'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.' Kevin turned to his younger brother and said, "Ryan, you be Jesus!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A father was at the beach with his children when the four-year-old son ran up to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore where a seagull lay dead in the sand. "Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked. "He died and went to Heaven," the Dad replied. The boy thought a moment and then said, "Did God throw him back down?"&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A wife invited some people to dinner. At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said, "Would you like to say the blessing?" "I wouldn't know what to say," the girl replied. "Just say what you hear Mommy say," the wife answered. The daughter bowed her head and said, "Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-115338584878229921?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/115338584878229921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=115338584878229921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/115338584878229921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/115338584878229921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2006/07/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darndest Things!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-114800800900382254</id><published>2006-05-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T04:55:22.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came up with the ZZZ after my name it was with a lot of fore-thought!&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly going into periods of hybernation.... So bare with me all... I will be back... I do want to continue blogging... BUt warning... It will be very sporadic... I shall keep it as regulated as possible, but no promises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/nutsy_hibernation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-114800800900382254?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/114800800900382254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=114800800900382254&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114800800900382254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114800800900382254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleeping.html' title='SLEEPING!!!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-114443515318846705</id><published>2006-04-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:39:13.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary? To do or not to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I start writing a diary??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many of you out there do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am thinking about this because there are too many things that clutter ones mind and sometimes having written it down really helps... So should I do it??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Problem is that it will take too much of my time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also will it be useful if I do not end up reading it further down the track????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any ideas people??? Man I hardly even sit down and blog these days... Thats part of an agreement though... So not entirely my fault... Hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So to write a diary or not to write a diary??? That is the question!!! Bubye shakespeare... For now this is the question... Who knows it may solve many other questions... So what should I do????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/1047662964_tobeornot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Pretty interesting huh... Thought provoking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-114443515318846705?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/114443515318846705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=114443515318846705&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114443515318846705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114443515318846705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2006/04/diary-to-do-or-not-to-do.html' title='Diary? To do or not to do?'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-114346320291467957</id><published>2006-03-27T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T04:40:02.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC04159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC04159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Just liked the pic! :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-114346320291467957?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/114346320291467957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=114346320291467957&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114346320291467957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114346320291467957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2006/03/office.html' title='@Office'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-114200851936665587</id><published>2006-03-10T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:35:27.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC04109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC04109.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There we were headed to the Tirupathi, Sri Venkateswara Temple... Just the 3 of us... Heading up the hill... No twists or turns could break our bones... As the car swirved up the hill racing to the top... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally there we were at the top of the hill... We were told to go to meet someone to collect our Darshan tickets... And so we went finding the place where that man was located... Sure enough we found it... But many twists and turns were in store... We had to turn almost every corner to locate our place... Neverthless we did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once getting the Darshan tickets we headed to the main temple and prepared to stand in the line... Apart from the many people there there was something else... Twists... So we walked every corner bringing a new twist... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once we were closer to the Sanidhi people were pushing and trying to squeeze through... Now came more twists... Twisting yourself in any position possible to get some room to yourself... If at all it was possible... So once again twists all through... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we caught a glimpse of Sri Venkateswara and then we were "jaldi'ied" out twisting our backs and our necks every few seconds to see if we could catch a few more rare glimpses... Then our darshan was over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back into our car it was back down the hill... Twisting and turning down the roads once again... Finally we all thought the twists had come to an end... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then comes the line from our driver.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darshan was excellent... We are very lucky they "DIVORCED" us twice.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SILENCE followed... Followed by a burst of laughter when we finally understood what he meant... Any guesses??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He meant... We got diverged twice (twice they let us in shortcut ways as we got closer to the Sanidhi)... Which is lucky indeed... But not when put like that! ;) So there you go our biggest twist to the Tirupathi trip! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;BlogrollME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-114200851936665587?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/114200851936665587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=114200851936665587&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114200851936665587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114200851936665587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2006/03/twist.html' title='Twist!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-114140266731578873</id><published>2006-03-03T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T04:51:03.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tides of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is she on about you ask? Well its simple really...Tides of time are really&lt;br /&gt;just depicting life... life is like a wave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Birth--&gt; A new entity is brought into the world by another entity... It breaks apart from the other like a wave being formed from an ocean... An ocean which provides love and support, surrounding and giving protection from all sides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood--&gt; The ripples more well guarded by the ocean... The ocean of love... Everything seeming merry and under control not a worry about what lies beyond... Always joyous fun and frolicking... Only little bruises here and there mostly just a gentle ride... Still pure... Only the ocean and nature to direct it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage years--&gt; Turbulance... Troughs and crests with the amptitude increasing... Intersections from many other waves... Thoughts confused... Impressionable... Many paths to take... Crashing into the rocks or carrying on right up until the shores... The beginning formation of the fully transformed wave... Its peak... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The rest--&gt; Unpredictable... Anything can happen.... Very high highs... Very low lows.... Medium tides... Ripcurls... Riptides... Tsunami... Soft seas... Options unlimited... It may sometimes look like its spiraling out of control but it will get back on track to return to the routine life... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Death--&gt; The waves slowly wash you onto the shore... Ending the journey of life ever being washed by the wave ashore... The residues of the wave that carried you on the journey of life now just mere droplets of memories mixed in with other waves and washed into the sands of time... Surf's over... The soul is gently laid to rest in peace... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/oxnard%20shores%20wave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***once again back to blogging...very rusty... my thoughts just poured out as usual...so ignore any errors and don't get too confused as my thought process is kinda odd...or rather more odd than usual at the moment... ;)***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-114140266731578873?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/114140266731578873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=114140266731578873&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114140266731578873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/114140266731578873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2006/03/tides-of-time.html' title='Tides of Time'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-113828033094451875</id><published>2006-01-26T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T04:51:59.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B2BABB</title><content type='html'>No that's not some babbling of a little child... The title stands for... Back to Blogging After a BIG Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat have I been up to? Lots... Well exams and holidays... Fun stuff... The exams I'm talkin about of course... Hahaha who am I kidding... Hols were the greatest... Did a lot of very fun stuff e.g. catching up with family and friends... And other interesting stuff... Shopping, shopping, shopping, coffee shops, and more coffee shops... All in all too much to say... Hehehehe... So this is just a intro to say... Voila I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to keep you guys atleast the tiny bit interested in my posts... So just sit back and wait till there are more... However one thing for sure... From now the posts will be coming at you only every week or second week... Unless there is something I desperately want to write... hehehehe... See you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-113828033094451875?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/113828033094451875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=113828033094451875&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/113828033094451875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/113828033094451875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2006/01/b2babb.html' title='B2BABB'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112900761841820545</id><published>2005-10-10T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T04:40:54.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Befriend an Indian Be Indian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;As scheduled my friend turned up at my door at 5:30pm! This was a reunion after 3 months or so! So it was all good, lots of giggling etc... Heaps of fun! We were scheduled to have a merry Indian Day/Night! So that's exactly what we did. We were going out to dinner at an Indian restaurant and then going to the Garba, but what came before that was rather umm... unexpected! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So my friend came in, I did the usual showing around the house and then it was time to get to the real things! I showed her all the options available for accesssories to go with her dress, she was awed to say the least. She had no idea where to begin (she was aussie, so not much experience when it comes to Indian way of getting ready (throw on whatever in a few seconds)). Anyhow we decided to get some dinner before going to the Garba and dancing the night away! So that's just what we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Before leaving home I was on the phone calling the restaurant that we were heading to to make a booking. Meanwhile my friend and my mum were talking! Oh oh, I thought and I was right to think it to! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;This is what happened! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: We southies celebrate Navratari this festival by having a thing called Golu, which is a Doll Display basically. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Friend: O i c... cool! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Yeh, and the northies have Garba which you are going to later. Also us southies have people coming over to their place and singing songs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Friend: Wow cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Yeh, you look like someone that can sing how about you sing a song! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Friend: Ummm, Ummmm..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Don't worry I am not your teacher I am not going to give you any marks or anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Friend: Yeh i guess, hmmm... What song can I sing? [quietly] Preethi what song do I sing? HELP! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Don't ask her she refuses to sing, you be a good girl and sing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Friend: [after long thought....] But but... What do I sing? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Hmmm, anything you want... How about... Hmmm Britney Spears or Backstreet Boys (meanwhile I was going bright red... Saying ever so quitely.... “MUM stop it! Those are soooo out of date!” So my mum continues) Ok, if not those how about that girl who sang at the footy I really adore? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Friend and I: Hmmm, who??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Friend: Oh rite you mean Delta Goodrem? Ok, but what song?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Any, all her songs are really lovely [meanwhile here's me going MUM, enuf! PLEASE! We are getting very very late!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Friend: Umm I dunno... And then finally after long deliberation... She burst out into a choir song of hers... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Wow, that was excellent! See I knew you could sing. You have been a very good girl! I will get you something! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Friend: Excitedly said! Cool, AWESOME! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Me: OMG, what is going on here! LOL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;[meanwhile My friend went to get ready so we could go out to dinner]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Preeth, she sang so well, you should use her as an example! See she sings when I tell her to! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Me: Hmmm ok amma... Whatever you say! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Seri seri, anyway did you notice the fluctuation of her voice? Gamagam ellam naana vaarum! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Me: LOL! Yeh why don't you start teaching her carnatic music [she teaches carnatic music to others] then? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Mum: Why not, you can ask her! If my daughters don't learn from me at least their friends can! See what a good girl she is. She sings when told &amp; she can sing very well and she's going to be dancing as well, without anyone requesting her to! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Me: Lol, ok mum! You can teach her singing if you want... and IF she wants... Ummm anyway we are getting really late! Come on ..."Friends Name".... Let's go quickly we are running late for dinner [meaning: hmmm let's get out before you are asked to sing any more songs or before I am accused of not singing any songs! ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;So then we went and had dinner, laughed about this incident a lot and then ran late, went to the garba, went and played pool with friends &amp;amp; came back home very very late! Boy what a night! Haven't laughed soo much in ages! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112900761841820545?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112900761841820545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112900761841820545&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112900761841820545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112900761841820545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/10/befriend-indian-be-indian.html' title='Befriend an Indian Be Indian!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112865469428513316</id><published>2005-10-06T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:11:34.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting at uni, nothing much to do that is interesting so I decide to check my mail one by one, personal accounts and then I decide to check my uni mail to see if there is any useful &amp; important information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I log in and find there are four mails waiting to be opened, new fresh and ready to be read. I read them and what do I find out? Hmm they are useful, but not for me. First is one was saying that someone lost a,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Pink pencil case, with a fluffy ball on the zip”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I read this and think that it would have been better lost. YUK! Reminds me of legally blonde the movie, so since when was Reese Witherspoon in town or even since when was she studying at my uni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was that, the first mail was read and immediately deleted! The second one opens and it is to inform those that are finishing this year about graduation procedures. What are they trying to do to me? There are a few years before I graduate and already I’m just waiting for that day to come. Are they trying to rub it in? Grrr! I know I have a while and this year is not the year for me to graduate! Can’t they just send it to the graduating people? So once again this mail was deleting quickly and efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail number three, this was to say that the uni mail server would be down between 6 &amp; 7 this Sunday. Hmmm useful information if you were sooo desperate to check a uni mail that you rarely do between the limited hours of 6 &amp;amp; 7. How pathetic. It gave big warning to all staff and students not to panic if they could not log onto their accounts within that time. Meh, big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely check it once in a week, so why would I want to check it within those hours and if that was the hour I decided to check it for the week I would not have known about it anyway. So enough fuss! Also they have a huge notice in the log-in page that such an event is likely to occur at whatever time it may be. So why waste an e-mail on us and also why clutter our already cluttered mail boxes? Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail number 4 lucky last! I was hoping this was something that would not make me annoyed. Well it went of ok. It was a very important mail according to many of my friends. I opened it and my jaw dropped. Boy was it sooo not important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there ever was a scene or fuss made it would have to have been for this! The highlights of the mail are as follows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commerce Pub Crawl coming soon on  …something...th  (shows how well I read it) October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grab your commerce shirts and show your appreciation for the faculty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only that but also make avail of the special drink discounts negotiated for everyone wearing a very trendy (yeah right who are they kidding) commerce T-shirt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Limited shirts available only 5 billion left (always have more than is needed, of course this is a slight exxageration)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get it quickly they will be on sale ONLY from now until the very last minute before the event (exaggeration once again but close to the mark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for those who supported us at the last event it was good to see soo many people there for such a worthy cause (what worthy cause? Am I missing something here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope to see many of you there this time as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok well important or not? I get waaay more important mails in my inbox. Job offers, mails from family/friends/kings (hehehe don’t ask PJ) ;) lol… I’m thinking about abandoning the uni mail but I guess sometime there might be something useful, perhaps I will get the same mail before I graduate and I can then smile happily! Hmmm, all there is to do is wait!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BTW: AR Rahman reviews, there are more to come, but for now I’m just giving a sorta umm… interval should I say! LOL! Please bare with me! Some technical difficulties have arisen and until they are fixed the reviews cannot be published! Sorry for the delay!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112865469428513316?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112865469428513316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112865469428513316&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112865469428513316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112865469428513316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/10/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve got Mail!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112830615467765431</id><published>2005-10-02T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:23:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is an idea inspired by Random Access... Its just a small guessing game... So here goes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are many of you that have been reading my blogs and I thank you for that! So I am going to give a couple of small questions to you all to see how well you think you MIGHT know me! Those who know me cannot answer the questions but can feel free to write their smart-alac comments! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/question.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/question.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) How old am I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Was I born in aus if not how long have I lived here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) What is something that is MOST important to me (there are 3 top choices)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) Any guesses about how I look? (lol, this should be rather hilarious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) What is a near accurate description of my personality? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[you should be able to roughly say the answers to (3)&amp;(5), but as for the rest make your most wild, educated &amp;amp; instinctive guesses! :)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112830615467765431?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112830615467765431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112830615467765431&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112830615467765431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112830615467765431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112800734642442319</id><published>2005-09-29T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:17:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AR Concert Review Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok part 4... This review is getting more and more extensive day by day... Unexpectedly... I have decided to cut down on a lot of detail... So lets just see how it goes... I still haven't got to the half way mark yet... :S... I'll describe the highlights of the night in more detail and the rest will not be as detailed... So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here was something that was definitely a highlight for the night... Unni Menon sang Yenna Vilae Azhagae from the movie Kadhalar Dhinam... I do not like the song... And previously I was under the impression Unni Menon was not a great stage performer... When he was introduced he got minimal claps, so I decided to scream and yell, just to make things a bit more lively... He gave a little intro and spoke... And then started singing... His voice was wonderful... Very unexpectedly... The crowds got really into it... The mobile phones started coming out one by one... Soon the audience glittered like the night sky... After the song finished, he got a massive response from the audience... At least 4-fold the amount he got when he was introduced to sing the song... Now there's a real performance... Truly Amazing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/Unni%20Menon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unni Menon&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Next was Vennilavae Vennilavae from Minsara Kanavu... Sung by the duo Hariharan and Sadhana yet again... Sung fairly well, the thing to look out was for Hariharan's antics in this song... He got totally into it... Once after a solo bit that Sadhana sang, he pulled her hand and twirled her around... Seemed like she was caught off guard but of course it was totally planned... Same thing happened in the Melbourne concert... Entertaining performance and a very melodious number... One of my favs... (Hindi &amp; Thamizh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/HariSadhana1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This pic is here because of the background I thought it was awesome!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Little Kailash Kher was back on stage again... Greated by many yells and screams of joy... The song he sang was Jinthamma Thullachamma... I have heard this song before and really like the beat behind it but have no idea whether these are the actual words or anything else about it... Kailash's powerful voice was backed up by the ever lively chorus singers swaying and dancing singing along... Those words (Jinthamma Thullachamma ) were sung again and again by them... A very lively foot tapping number! Loved this song... Still got it in my head... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Madhushree's turn again... The song was the hindi equivalent of Sandhai Kozhi from Ayuthu Ezhuthu, Yuva is the movie in hindi... Not much to say about this... Not really a highlight... Neverthless enjoyable of course... She sang a little in Thamizh and a LOT in Hindi... Still no grunts or grudges... She is a singer that really gets into what she's singing and that makes things more enjoyable... So enjoy is what we did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now it was turn for an old-timer... Deepan Chakravarthi... He sang Enna Solla Pogirai from Kandukondaen Kandukondean... The song I kind of liked in the movie... He seemed to be out of touch or something... There was a lot lacking... He went off tune a lot... Poor performance... Probably worst for the night in terms of singing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/DeepanChak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deepan Chakravarthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Next up was Pachaai Nirammai from Alaipaithey, once again sung in both Hindi and Thamizh... Extremely well sung... Hariharan was the usual Hariharan, lively and he sang well... Not off-tune yet.. .Although when he sang this in Thamizh he did mis-pronounce a lot... Which is shocking... Ranjith did a great job... He seems to be a very promising singer and definitely one to look out for... Awesome performance for this basically... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/hari%2C%20ranj%2C%20ar3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hariharan and Ranjith, both with a unique fashion sense! ;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A song from Lagaan at last, I was waiting for a while for this to happen and here it was finally!!! O'Re Chori, from Lagaan was sung ever so beautifully by Alka Yagnik... Before starting it she said... For some reason Rahman always calls me for songs with Saaveri in it... You know what... She was sooo right... Every song he sung had that word in it... All extremely beautiful songs... She belted it out in style... Excellent performance... Definitely clearly better than Madhushree and Sadhana (of course not better than my favs Chitra but close to it)... A very dynamic voice for a very melodious song... Went extremely well together... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/Alka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alka Yagnik singing, full of might... The conductor standing at the back looking on with pride! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Next was Asmal and Alka singing Taal Se Taal from the movie... Taal of course... Beautiful song... They sang the fast version and Alka as usual was fantastic and Asmal did a very commendable job as well... They managed to really bring the song to life... Of course with the help of the wonderful and very lively chorus and the magnificant and in-synch orchestra... Great stuff!!! Beautiful song... A pleasure to hear live!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The pace of the songs gradually built up... Hum ma Hum ma... from Bombay was the song... AR and Blaaze were the singers... Blaaze started with a Humma Humma can you say Humma... Then AR followed... It became like a sort of competition... A few comments by Blaaze here and then followed by AR singing... Then AR did a little laugh...continued the song... And then they started the actual song... It was electrifying... Everyone got really into it... No one really danced... But nevertheless there was never a lack of enthusiasm... Towards the end of the song they started building the pace up with the Humma's... The crowd got clapping and really tapping their feet!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/BlaazeAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blaaze and AR Rahman, really into the singing! Humma Humma... Say Humma!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blaaze followed this by a bit of his B-A-B-A's... Baba thats what they say... ;) Awesome lively performance... Rapping is not my kinda thing in general... But I liked this... The Indian flair to it was awesome and just the touch it needed believe it or not... It wasn't much different from the actual song, but for the fact that the music was jarring and the crowd was having fun, increasing the enjoyability level immensely!!! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright... So here it was the unnoficial interval... A break in momentum of the songs... The MC burst out onto the stage followed by Eminem... Yes thats right M&amp;M (oops did I spell it wrong b4... ;) )... M &amp; M were the initials of the organisers of the concerts and the people who ran the Charity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charindaa.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Charindaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (acronym for "Charities through Indian Arts in Australia" )... They did a few minutes of talking and thanking and then... There was an announcement that there were a couple of special guests sitting in the audience amongst us... So here they are... Drumroll... &lt;strong&gt;Steve Waugh (Australian Cricketing Great), Baz Luhrmann (massive Hollywood director, Moulin Rouge being one of his recent famous films), Shankar (massive Kollywood director) &amp;amp; Ganapathi (Counsel General of Aus... (how boring... ;) lol... ))... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/Waugh%2C%20M%26M%2C%20AR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;M1, Steve Waugh, AR Rahman &amp; M2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Steve Waugh was here for supporting the organisation Charindaa and to see the great AR Live in Concert... Baz Luhrmann says, "I had come to the music of AR Rahman through the emotional and haunting score of ' Bombay ' and the wit and celebration of 'Lagaan'. But the more of AR's music I encountered the more I was to be amazed at the sheer diversity of styles: from swinging brass bands to triumphant anthems; from joyous pop to West-End musicals ('Bombay Dreams'). Whatever the style, AR Rahman's music always possesses a profound sense of humanity and spirit, qualities that inspire me the most." Baz Luhrmann's Moulin Rouge is said to have been inspired by Bollywood themes... So now wonder he was at the concert... But how about director Shankar??? Does that mean AR is the music direction... I think the possibilities are extremely high... So a high chance that the music director for the next hit flick from Shankar is... ***AR! AR! AR!*** :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok well this part of the revue ends now... More to come a little later... Soon hopefully... Just past the half way mark.. After this the rest should be smooth sailing... And hopefully really quick and efficient sailing as well! I need to finish these reviews and get back to good old regular blogging... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112800734642442319?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112800734642442319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112800734642442319&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112800734642442319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112800734642442319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/ar-concert-review-part-4.html' title='AR Concert Review Part 4'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112778567124620328</id><published>2005-09-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T02:50:45.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AR Concert Review Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here goes the third part of the review... I know some people have gone to the Singapore concert on the weekend and already written a review with as much detail as mine... Its amazing... Hats off to them! But anyway my review now continues... About the pictures I will put a couple up per each post and then after the reviews are over I will upload a couple of the best photos that I have from the concert. They are not excellent quality as we were not close enough to the stage and the camera zoom was not fantastic! :(... Without any further ado here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted AR Rahman sang his ever famous Dil Se Re song from the movie Dil Se... It was rendered in Thamizh and English... I love this song... Hearing it live was awesome... Hi&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/AR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/AR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s voice was extremely powerful, the whole auditorium reverbrated with his voice... I would say this song is one of his best in terms of his music composition and singer collectively... The background music was absolutely fantastic and I also thought the chorus singers were awesome and very effective in this song... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The background/backdrop was simple but suited the song very well... Light was projected on the background screen and there was smoke, it created a lovely effect, which looked like clourful swirling mist... Seemed to add to the song's elegance a lot... Many wonderful voices from the chorus could be heard... I guess they are future singers to look out for in the industry (some current singers)... Many such as Karthik started as a chorus singer for AR Rahman and look where he is now... One of the most popular young male singers out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was now the turn of the lively duo Hariharan and Sadhana Sargam yet again... I gritted my teeth and just waited for them to start singing... The background was a cactus shawdow sort of thing with background dancers... A women in a long flowing dress on stilts and a man in tights performing all sorts of acrobatics... Slow of course to go with the song... It was effective enough, nothing too special... Anyway the singers, were both very good... Hariharan really shone in this song... Sadhana was really good as well in the places where she had to sing high pitch (sounded just like Sujatha) and where it wasn't thamizh... Can't stand her pronounciation!!!! grrr!!!! Once again this was sung mainly in Hindi and little experts in Thamizh... None of Hariharan's antics were displayed during the rendition of this song... He just went out there sung it and did an awesome job!!! Background music once again was simply magnificant for this song, especially the guy on the flute (Will give him a special mention later on)!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now it was time for a fully hindi song... It was by Mohammad Asmal, I have never heard of this guy before this... He had a pretty good voice... He put his heart and soul into the performance, extremely emotive... Having never heard this song before I didn't really get the feel for it, he sang extremely well in the parts which needed a lot of effort... It was evident that all that effort was there... The song was something like "Bindiyaa Aa Hista", no idea what exactly it was... Anyone know what I am talking about? For some reason they said it was from Swades I think perhaps, or maybe they were talking about something else... Deep confusions surrounding this one... Anyone able to clarify for me??? Anyone who went to the concert or &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/Asmal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/Asmal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next song was by Madhushree and Mohammad Asmal... I didn't really like Madhushree's voice in the songs that I have previously heard her sing in... However in this she was pretty good... Nothing too special... But a professional singer indeed... She has a very typical voice nothing too out of the ordinary... They sang the song "Hum Hain Iss Pal Yahan", from Kisna... I have never heard the song for more than 2 seconds... I was able to hear it in full this time... I liked it a lot it was a very melodious song... Very nice and soothing to listen to, with all the orchestra back up.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Asmal made a hat trick performance... and appeared in this song as well for the third time in a row... He was joined by Sadhana Sargam (original singer of this song), Ranjith and Naresh Iyer... Sadhana sang well but not well enough... I didn't like her original singing in this song and so I guess the live was slightly better in some bits and extremely worse in others (especially where she sang in Thamizh)... Ranjith and Naresh's voices were awesome and as was Asmal's in this song... All in all the whole song was very pleasant to hear... It was as pleasant as the background which was a flower with white petals and a yellow centre (daffodil or something? not entirely sure), on an slant (loved the angle which its was at for some reason... lol)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This performance would have had to be one of my favourites for the night... Purely because of the song and the way it was carried out... Hariharan and Madhushree were set to blow the audience away... It started with Hariharan rendering a few notes and urging the audience to follow the lead... Suprisingly many people including myself did just that... What was even more suprising is that e&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/Madhushree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="322" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/Madhushree.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;veryone was in tune... Chorus singing audience... All in tune... Truly amazing stuff and an exhilarating experience... It lasted about 30 secs to minute... At the end of it I could say, I have been taught by the great Hariharan himself... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The song was from Rangeela, Hey Ram... I used to love this song for a kid and would have done choreography for it at least 1000000 times... A wonderful song to hear and dance to... I was screaming my head off once Hariharan broke into the initial melody... Live was amazing... Sivamani did a spectacular job on the drums and the orchestra backup was also indeed very very spectacular... At the back was someone dressed in red, with huge sort of wings... I did not understad the relevance of this as I do not know what the lyrics to the song mean... :( I know all the words though... Only one line or one word should I say, I understand from this song... It shows that music truly does not need any language... Although understanding what is being said is a definite advantage... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally the wait was over... My absolute favourite was on stage... I&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/Chitra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" height="325" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/Chitra1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; am talking about none other than the GREAT Chitra herself... SPB and Chitra being my absolute favs it was a delight to see her on stage... SPB was sorely missed, the concert would have been a whole lot better if he was there but oh well... Hopefully next time... The song was also one of my all time favourites... Kannalanae from Bombay... She sounded just as she did in the song are dare I say even better if thats possible... Amazing and effortlessly her voice just flows like something sooo soft and soothing... I swear I had tears rolling down just hearing her voice... It was like reuniting with a long lost friend... Lol, I say this because I have previously seen her in concert and felt very moved after listening to her voice... Isai kuyil Chitra indeed... Amazing voice... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There ends the extensive third review... More reviews to come... More songs to analyse... I am trying to get it done as soon as possible before I forget everything... Short term memory you know... ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112778567124620328?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112778567124620328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112778567124620328&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112778567124620328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112778567124620328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/ar-concert-review-part-3.html' title='AR Concert Review Part 3'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112772951287385377</id><published>2005-09-26T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T05:00:49.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumroll!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No no, not another part of my review...I am not talking about Shivamani either... I am going to write a little on my Aunt! She has come into the blogging world after some persuasion! So here she is... Make her feel welcome... You can find her at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nalsown.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nals Own!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To see a glimpse of what you can expect from her look at this post I posted a while ago, it was just a mail that she sent to us!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/mail-from-my-aunt-hilarious.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mail-from-my-aunt-hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a little about her... She is my youngest aunt and extremely talented... Her name is Nalini... We call her Nalin/Nalin (because she has never seemed old enough to be considered an aunt ;))... She has two adorable little kids (my cuz's)... She is extremely talented... Very very smart, a computer pro, a dancer, a singer, a natural veena player... and the list goes on! Visit her blog and say a quick hello, welcome or whatever you want to! Make her feel at home! Go Nals... Have fun blogging... Enjoy Blogging (or else I will be in some strife... ;) )... Na I'm sure you will... So have a blast! She is very much a child at heart! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of kids... Her children... Ages 10 and 6 also wanted to very much give blogging a whirl... And so thats what they just decided to do! You can find their cute little posts at... However knew I was soo influential... ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubbleysri.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (age 10)  &amp;  &lt;a href="http://vyaasr.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vyaas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (age 6)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So if you visit my blog regularly, or you just happened to stumble by... Check out my aunt's blog and cuz's blogs as well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112772951287385377?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112772951287385377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112772951287385377&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112772951287385377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112772951287385377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/drumroll.html' title='Drumroll!!!!!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112739513088718846</id><published>2005-09-22T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T09:14:43.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AR Concert Review Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here it is... The Review Part 2... Still unsure of how many parts there are to come... But trust me it will be very very detailed! So here it is... Starting from the second song of the night! Also before I forgot to tell you all about the so called "3D spectacular"... This was rather unspectacular, nothing too interesting, just backgrounds related to the songs were flying barely one metre out from where they were... Maybe it is because the 3D glasses were dodgy or something, but who really knows... Totally unimpressed with this and also I felt it was no use... As it detracted the attention from the main attractions which were the artists themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the second unofficial start of the second review, starting with the second song of the night! It was Telephone Manipol from the movie Indian (Take note of this I will refer to this in a future review ;))... This was sung in hindi and tamil by Hariharan and Sadhana Sargam... I had no expectations for Hariharan, when concerning his voice on stage, as I have watched a couple of other live performances by him, which were not too flashy... But neverthless, he started and it was amazing... He sounded fantastic, loud powerful yet very melodious voice... Also suprisingly he stayed in tune throughout... He also managed to do his usual lively entertainment on stage, that is everything other than singing... Very lively performer... A delight to watch... lol... He added in Sydney Mallaipol to please the crowds... Those of you who were there did you realise he said it every time after the first??? I think he forgot to say it the first time.. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now Sadhana... Hmmm I don't like her... I heard that she was awesome from my friends who saw the concert in Melbourne... They said she was the best female singer on the night... So I expected her to live up to those standards... I was sourly dissapointed... Her voice sounded pretty good... She effortlessly reached the high notes, but this was just like any other pro singer... Nothing too interesting... The voice lacked a sparkle... I was ok with her voice for a fair way into the song... But as soon as she started singing in thamizh... Ooooo... I hated it... Her pronounciation was terrible.. Terribly off... Soooooo frustrating... Get it right or don't even try! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the middle of this song, there was a drum bit for Sivamani and as expected he did an awesome, exxilerating job! But more to come on Sivamani's performance soon! So just wait and see... First time I am hearing him live... Sooo soooo awesome.... Me being someone who has always wanted to play drums was awe-struck, he was sooo fast and the beats just flowed... Too awesome... Of course AR's awesome music helped! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[as an aside at home we were getting ready to go, and my aunt was commenting about my earrings saying, nice earrings... Why is it to make Hariharan feel jealous that his aren't as huge as yours... LOL... And well what do you know... He beat me, his were bigger than mine and a lot sparklier as well, mine were nothing compared to his... So guess who ended up being slightly envious... grrrr! JK! ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Second Song... Endrendum.... Endrendrum... Endrendrum Punnagai...from Alaipaiyuthey! This was sung by Blaaze, George, Naresh and Ranjith... Very very lively to watch and great to hear... The guys really got into it and where dancing along &amp; tapping their feet to the beats... Blaaze came in the middle and did his bit... He did well... A rapper, full hardcore style, as usual! He sung just like he did in the song, which is suprising and commendable... The other three did really well as well... George (has sung in Maro Maro from Boys, I'm not sure if its the same person in Kamma Kamma and Asathura in Ennaku 20Unnaku 18), Ranjith (unsure of whether he has sung in anything) and Naresh Iyer (Maiyil Izhagae (Ah Aah) fame)... All these three are chorus singers and they did a great job of reproducing the song, they did soo well I would say it was better than the original, maybe also because hearing this song "live", added more "life" to it! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Third song was from... "Mangal Pandey-The Rising" One of AR's newest in hindi! "Mangal Mangal" was the song... The singer as I described him was some short guy with a ponytail dressed in a Poncho full of energy... My first thoughts were, "how could such a powerful voice come from a guy like that???"... He was a very small make... But boy oh boy was his voice powerful, really amazing... He was sooo lively, bouncing around the place, dancing with the beats... Showed his passion for singing... Oh btw... The guy I am talking about is none other than Kailash Kher, never would I have imagined him to look like this... He has an amazing voice... The song was made more lively by his enjoyment and enthusiasm! A very natural performer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fourth Song... Was from "Zubeidaa"... The song was "Mehndi Hai Rachnewali"... I have never heard this song before... I was not a big fan of this song... I also was not a big fan of the singer beforehand either, I didn't think her voice was too spectacular... I am talking about Alka Yagnik... However I was mistaken... She had a very nice powerful and precise way of singing... It was very melodious and she was extremely loud yet, she did not detract from the charm of her voice or the song... She was also always smiling! :)... This song was backed up by some dance by dancers and I think some of the chorus singers as well... The front two dancers were awesome the back dancers were the chorus singers and didn't dance with as much enthusiasm... The moves were not too flashy just small ones, giving the song a kinda homely touch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There ends the review of the AR concert Part 2... This in itself has taken me ages... To think of what came in what order, what I should include, whether to put pics up, what pics to put, putting the pics together, writing and blabbing on like usual! Review 3 coming your way eventually as well! Normal blogging will resume after reviews are over! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/AR_review2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="330" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/AR_review2.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artists&lt;/strong&gt;... They pics are not too clear, but clear enough I guess... I could not upload a larger version of this pic! Sorry guys... If its in high demand though I will... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;BlogRoll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112739513088718846?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112739513088718846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112739513088718846&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112739513088718846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112739513088718846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/ar-concert-review-part-2.html' title='AR Concert Review Part 2'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112722702392183547</id><published>2005-09-20T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:30:00.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AR Concert Review Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last time to write the first part of the review.... So here goes... I am guessing I am going to make it all rather detailed... Hopefully make you all feel like you were a part of it... So lets just wait and see... Sit back and try to enjoy the show as much as I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gates were open at 5... We got there around 6:30... Parking had to be pre-booked... We parked and hurried into the auditorium... There were sooo many Indians... Everyone trying to push their way in, not realising there was a turnstile almost completely free... But I guess that was good for us... We found our way in quickly... Looked at the huge surroundings... Many Indians filled up the place... Every place outside was packed... We quickly got something to eat and went to find our seat... We entered the huge auditorium... located our seat... scanned the crowds, surveyed the surroundings... finally sat down and waited with baited breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC03446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sydney Superdome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was 7... The concert was meant to begin... However it did not... We fiddled with everything we had... Including the 3D glasses, required for the concert... They hardly seemed to have any proper 3D effect... It seemed like time was going very slow... It was occupied however by seeing and talking to familiar faces, always good to catch up, without knowing... So after that we settled in our seats... It was 7:15 and on came the very lively MC for the day... Cheers all around as the program was about to begin... The announcement was made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen lit up...On it there were the words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Thanks to the creator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for making music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the language of all languages"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought this was absolutely sweet and extremely relevant... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally the wait ended and out came the GREAT A.R Rahman! :) I was sooo happy as this had been like a dream come true... or rather something I have always looked forward to... He burst out into Phaana, form Ayuthu Ezhuthu (Yuva in hindi)... He sang it in Hindi though... But still the song was the same and it was AR so no complaints whatsoever... He sounded great, no surprises there, the whole huge auditorium was filled with his powerful voice... AMAZING to describe it in short... He was occumpanied by someone else, not sure who it was, the face was familiar, but I really don't know... I think she was a chorus girl... She also sang really well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For now I will end it with the first song... wait for a detailed review on the rest of the concert, song after song... I wrote it all down... What a nerd you say... hmm yeah i guess so... But come on its an AR Concert and these memories should last me a lifetime... and plus I have to share them with all of you... ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112722702392183547?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112722702392183547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112722702392183547&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112722702392183547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112722702392183547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/ar-concert-review-part-1.html' title='AR Concert Review Part 1'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112705650649145472</id><published>2005-09-18T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:15:06.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A review of the ever successful AR Rahman Concert soon to come... All the details will be covered in the next couple of blog entries... So all you ardent AR fans, just wait patiently and all will be revealed... Also a bit of insight into some other "hush hush" matters coming your way soon! See you all as soon as I get the time and motivation to write the very very long reviews... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/watch_space.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch this space!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112705650649145472?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112705650649145472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112705650649145472&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112705650649145472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112705650649145472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112666258222806435</id><published>2005-09-13T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:50:06.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BlogStop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That says BlogStop at the top not BlogSpot...The reason for this is because as of tomorrow I am on holidays for in-between terms... This inevitably means an extremely hectic schedule of socialising and unfortunately some uni work as well... I forgot to mention it also means a holiday (trip)... Meeting relatives and my cute little cousins... Don't think I've forgotten AR Concert! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Due to all this momentary excitement in my life, I may post spiratically or I may not post at all... Those of you who I talk to, write e-mails, scraps etc... if you wanna keep in touch (u better all very well keep in touch :P)... I will try to make a couple of posts here and there, but definitely do not expects the frequency they have been at in the last couple of weeks (Thank you very much, I have been posting consistantly everyday but for weekends *Round of applause*)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just to make this a little interesting I thought I would write a couple of personalised comments to a couple of people... If you are for some reason not one of them... Complain and I will add a comment for you as well.. Whoever that "you" might be... No hard feelings if I left "you" out... Because by reading this even "you" are covered... But just holler if you want a special comment/mention in this post... So here goes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Priya: Keep me updated about our gang... ;) For those of you who don't know about the gang check out Priya's latest post. Any ideas I'll post them to you straight away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jagan: Scrap &amp; test. ok???? Dialogue won't work now... :P No matter whatever "thing"s you say... :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt; align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ram: Keep "preaching" ;) Don't overdo it... You might become too much of a chaamathu paiyya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vimal: After I get back VJ and I would have solved the mystery for sure... :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeevan: Hope you check your mail... One of your new found friends a.k.a me, will be writing one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RA: By the time I get back I expect you to be all good and happy with the word verification system... Its a goal I am setting for you... ok??? Also on behalf of Vimal: What are you searching for and when will the search end??? Its been a fair while already... hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vinesh: Keep the orange juice pouring... btw why orange juice??? I have been wondering for a while... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kartik: I'll tell you about the concert after going to it and let you know that AR still has his charm.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rajesh: Where have you been? Missing from action for a fair while.. Whats up... Just my sis and I are going away, parents are still here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok now I'm running out of time... Gotta run to uni... I'll keep adding people as per requests... Also I may change the comments as well, depending on whether I think of something that I should have written... So bye for now... Although keep watching the space for updates... You never know when it will hit ya! Also be tuned in for a review of the AR Concert thats surely to come... But when is the questions... All this gala holidaying etc... ends in 2 weeks... So after that its all back to routine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112666258222806435?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112666258222806435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112666258222806435&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112666258222806435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112666258222806435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/blogstop.html' title='BlogStop!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112658723306969806</id><published>2005-09-12T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:53:53.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(no number)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(no number)... International numbers or calls from calling cards come up with this display on my phone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate this soo much... You never know who is calling and its not always the usuals which call it may be someone different. There's usually someone that calls often but only after a certain time, so in no way could it have been that person who called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another possibility is a person that said they will call, but they never do... And also they said they will call if certain conditions were met, and as they are not at this point in time it cannot be them either... So who is it that called???? I hate such mysteries... Just some stupid people pranking, or what if it was someone really important???? Will they call again???? Hmm frustration... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The possibilities are endless yet at the same time they are limited. Only a handful of people overseas know my number and no one from within Australia would be calling me from a calling card. So who could it be... That person better call again or I am going to go insane... Not really but it drives me up the wall to have missed such calls and not having the person call back... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I previously used to get these calls from a Private Number which means it is within Australia, but the number has been made private... They somehow used to call every time I was out with my friends... I don't know how... Also the voice sounded really familiar but I couldn't quiet pick it... But I was sure they knew me... So there you go there's my life filled with mystery... Or at least a little mystery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoever the (no number) is you better surrender now... Or else... :S I dunno... There's not much I can do, I don't know who they are... Also another question if you call someone why do people only call once, especially if it is a no number... Can they not call back??? If you really wanted to get in touch with someone wouldn't you call more than once to ensure you were able to talk to them??? Grrr....... Sooo frustrated... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... I know I'm making an issue out of nothing... But its rather frustrating for me... Especially since this or similar things happen a lot... (Msgs from unknown people, who claim to know me or sent the message to me by accident... , (no number) &amp; Private Number calls at all times of the day (regardless of the time), etc... etc... [there's more but I'd rather not going into it all])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112658723306969806?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112658723306969806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112658723306969806&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112658723306969806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112658723306969806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-number.html' title='(no number)'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112649376589562454</id><published>2005-09-11T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:56:05.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being a monday morning... I'm tired and its all kinda like... Hmm uni, a new week, and grrrr its monday morning... I have to wake up now... early... geez.... How boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again wasn't quiet the same this week... Basically because of my dream and whats waiting for me this week... No you don't have to be a fortune teller to know whats ahead for you in the coming week... C0mmon sense is somewhat enuf to do that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway... the DREAM..... I had a dream last night that I was in the AR Rahman concert... The auditorium was small... The program was fully acoustic.... But it completely rocked... We were sitting only a metre or so in front of the singing greats... Pure heaven... Then I woke up... Realised it was all a dream and also realised it was monday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentarily everything was looking boring and there was a tiny bit of sadness... But then I realised a couple of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream was a dream and anyway the program wasn't as good as its going to be this weekend... Not as much glamour and glitz... Also the real one is going to have AR's melodious blarring through the huge auditorium filled with thousands of Indians known and unknown.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the last week of the term, which means two weeks of holidaying to come... Although I guess studying is required as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirdly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni until wednesday only... :D! Also most of the things I have to go to this week have been cancelled for some unknwon reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourthly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AR Concert again! YAY! Soooo damn exciting... First time ever... Its going to be a live 3D show with many of the greats performing right in front of us.... :D... The people who saw it this weekend in Melbourne said it was completely mind-blowing... Live dances are going to be there as well... Man too much excitement... I am also glad there are a couple of singers that aren't going to be coming... But then again there are going to be a couple that aren't going to be coming and I would have loved to have seen them live... Oh well... That is that... As long as AR is there its gr8! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/arrahman_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This made me ultra happy... But then my mood was crushed yet again when I tried to belt out a couple of AR's numbers at home... I cannot sing for peanuts in the morning... I sounded like an old croaky frog... I don't think even one note was correct... hehehe... But hey I'm happy again.... Concert here we come! :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112649376589562454?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112649376589562454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112649376589562454&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112649376589562454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112649376589562454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/morning-blues.html' title='Morning Blues...'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112626442230643319</id><published>2005-09-09T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T07:58:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Know What I Did Last Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A story (entirely fiction, not based on any of my real life events or anyone i know) I wrote a couple of years ago... Just thought I would put it up as I'm trying to write an entry every day! So here it is... Leave ur comments as usual!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pic I thought made a little sense so I just added it in... hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/swan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still know what I did last summer, I swear I do. I know what happened. It wasn’t me, I am innocent. I was just an innocent bystander. I promise I didn’t do anything else. Alright, who am I kidding? I did do it; I ate one of those delicious cream filled donuts with rich chocolate sauce on top. I just had one though. Well one per day, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be worried? Everyone else had two or more. But everyone else is also thinner than me. On the other hand, it wasn’t my fault that I had one; 2my fiendish friends tempted me into having one. It’s all their fault. If I was left alone I wouldn’t have even gone near that Donut shop. I have to admit that it was a temptation island. 1Each time I looked at it from across the road it would pull me towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1I escaped from its tight clutch until my friends took me to 2the Garden of Eden full of a wonderful and enchanting spread filled with wonderful aromas and flavours. The mere sight of it spurred up perennial saliva in my mouth. It was simply brilliant. Did I forget to mention that they were really cheap? They cost ten cents each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still it’s no use trying to make myself think that I could get away with what I did without making myself feel bad. After all I put on a whole kilo. I looked so fat. 3I looked as plump as a tomato. How could I ever forget that summer? I must admit it was good while it lasted though. Although when I looked in the mirror, I really regretted what I did. 1Every time I looked into the mirror it would seem as if it hollered out rude remarks about my form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since last summer, I went on a diet. All I ate was a carrot and a cucumber and then I used to make myself throw it up. I lost a lot of weight but I was never happy with the way I looked. 3I always thought that I was really overweight and looked like a blooming monkey. I would always wear really loose clothes so that no one could see how fat I was. I have to tell you, I really hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this lasted until this summer. I started getting really sick I was always having dizzy spells. My mum also started noticing how thin I had become and she asked me what was happening to me. I didn’t tell her the truth. She took me to the doctor and had me examined. He examined me and gave the harsh verdict that I was ‘Anorexic’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was so worried. She asked me what I had been doing. I told her that I had done nothing. But of course as all mums do she somehow finally convinced me to tell her. She was really furious. 3But it didn’t last long as she couldn’t bear to see me as thin as a mantle stick, with all the intravenous tubes entangled upon my body like the tentacles of an octopus. She just burst into tears beside my bed. Now this is when I felt really guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my mum cry. The one that has taken care of me all my life. The one who has cared for me and loved me at all times especially when I needed it. The part that I really feel guilty about is that she is not even crying for any selfish reasons but only because she thinks that she hasn’t brought me up properly. How could I do this to her? My heart bleeds when I see her cry. I can’t stand it, especially since it’s me that made her cry. 2In life’s rollercoaster ride I felt I was heading towards a steep descent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what made me change my mind. I decided to change my ways. I decided to eat properly and I decided to keep fit. I realised that my ‘diet’ wouldn’t do me any good. Another promise that I have made to myself is to try satisfy my mum in any way possible. From now on I will be a changed person I will try everything and do my best. I will eat anything I want to, but I will keep fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I have decided to spend more time with my mum. Go shopping with her or just even stay home and have a nice friendly chat. I realised my life’s priorities and topping the list is making sure my mum is happy. That is after I get out of the hospital. This summer is sure going to be a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112626442230643319?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112626442230643319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112626442230643319&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112626442230643319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112626442230643319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-still-know-what-i-did-last-summer.html' title='I Still Know What I Did Last Summer'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112617691420344219</id><published>2005-09-08T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T03:55:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright and Sun shiny Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today... I went to uni... Attended a few hours of classes (all that were required) and then caught up with a couple of friends... We went and sat near the river to enjoy the weather... It was a bright day, with the sun shining... It was hot... Which was horrible... But neverthless occasionally there were a couple of cool breezez which were very welcoming and refreshing... So we sat near the river, watching the ducks swim by, the fish ocasionally jumping out of the water and making a huge splash, other birds flying by and always on the lookout for any menacing swans nearby... All in all a very pleasant way to spend the arvo and a great way to catch up with friends... ***SIGH*** Oh yeh did I forget to mention I went slightly photo crazy ;)... And yes it was with my mobile phone... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC00348.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC00348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;The tree below which we were sitting...&lt;/em&gt; No enlightenment tho... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC00347.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC00347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same tree through my water bottle... lol...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC00345.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC00344.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC00344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The river and my uni across the river... What am I doing on this side of the river in that case you ask... ;)... Enjoying the scenery... During my free time... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC00343.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC00343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just thought I'd try a different angle... Look at the blue sky! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC00342.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC00342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yucky river... But lovely grass... Hmmm where did the ducks go? I could've sworn they were in this pic... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC00339.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC00339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Typical aussie tree and the clouds scattered through the sky...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC00338.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/DSC00338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Different but still typical tree and a different area of sky but the same sorts of clouds...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112617691420344219?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112617691420344219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112617691420344219&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112617691420344219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112617691420344219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/bright-and-sun-shiny-day.html' title='Bright and Sun shiny Day!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112609415496343536</id><published>2005-09-07T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T04:55:54.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ganesha Chathurthi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Ganesha/Vinayakar/Pullaiyar Chathurthi!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/ganapati.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Image curteousy of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iloveindia.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.iloveindia.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How adorable is this pic... Awww...Choooo Chhweeetttt!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also fairly delayed, since I did not say it at the time:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hope you all had a great Krishna Jayanthi as well!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/kris.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vimal, I took this pic with my mobile phone... ;)... Lord Krishna himself in full form... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Kidding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; (obviously)... Image curteousy of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swarswarbansuri.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.swarswarbansuri.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those of you who would like to know a little about the background behind this festival out this website and download the following video. Just click on the link below.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This is an entertaining (humourous), yet kinda factual representation. i reccomend you check it out if you have the time.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pocketmovies.net/detail_316.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganesha Chathurthi (Pocket Movies)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/ganesha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A preview of how the video will look... Very entertaining and a little informative... Do check it out! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112609415496343536?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112609415496343536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112609415496343536&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112609415496343536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112609415496343536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-ganesha-chathurthi.html' title='Happy Ganesha Chathurthi!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112601075779414137</id><published>2005-09-06T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:36:27.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>I became a victim of the tagging mania by &lt;a href="http://jazzunlimited.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jagan&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;So here goes some useful/useless (u can decide) information about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a famliy reunion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel with my friends to as many places in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be known by as many people as possible, but not famous, just well known&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start my own business and make it a huge success&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel as a result of my business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perform choreograph and prepare a huge dance performance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earn lots of money and help out atleast one small village entirely, new houses, clothing food etc.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you can do!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance (I hope :S)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be vetti ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make the most of any situation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not form any opinions of anyone until I meet them and know them well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk &amp; listen to pretty much anyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make people laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blabber my head off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you can't do!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put up with artificial people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go against my parents wishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be without voicing my opinions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tolerate people who don't put as much effort into the friendship as I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disguise my voice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep anywhere but for a bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be without doing something or another (especially socialising)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charisma/Humour (they go hand)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frankness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creativity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Height&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intelligence/Worldly knowledge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you say most!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ummm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven celebrity crushes!!! (Boy is tht hard... )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arya (good looks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arya (humble)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arya (charismatic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arya (athletic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arya (gr8 actor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arya (gr8 dancer, or rather energetic dancer... better now Jagan?? :P I agree he aint a great dancer... lol... needed something... very enthusiastic tho... lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arya (looks good on screen and off)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good idea Jagan... ;) True and easier than thinking up 6 more! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven people you want to take this quiz..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vimal--&gt;vimaln&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://rkvision.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rajesh--&gt;rkvision&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://onemoreiyervaal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ram--&gt;onemoreiyervaal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeevansworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeevan--&gt;jeevansworld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mugamudi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Harish--&gt;mugamudi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://vineshks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vinesh--&gt;vineshks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4391995"&gt;Random Access &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112601075779414137?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112601075779414137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112601075779414137&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112601075779414137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112601075779414137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112590778952002147</id><published>2005-09-05T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:10:08.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Real pic of my cuz and her new hubby... Just some photoshop manipulation added! :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a cousin of mine is getting married in India. I am not there, I am back here in good old aus! This cousin of mine is not exactly one of my closest cousins. To the extent that I would have at most spoken 100 sentences or less my entire life. So really there are no regrets that I was unable to attend the weddding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway about the wedding and the prelim excitement. They all went shopping, buying clothes for everyone. The bride my cousin bought five sarees for herself. Her sisters bought a couple of sarees &amp; churidhars for themselves. Me being a cousin got nothing... :(... Oh well... Her second cousins however (I don't know if its exactly second... but neverthless.... her dad's aunt's grandchildren) got dresses from her for the wedding. They are not that close either but I guess it comes from being there prior to the wedding and attending the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the point of this post is that it seems fun, the concept of an Indian wedding. I have been to a couple but, never really looked at the behind the scenes activities. Deciding the menu, fun I guess... Inviting and seeing everyone... Awesome... But best of all... Going shopping &amp;amp; getting ready with close friends and family (for girls beauty parlour visits etc... ) :) They all went together and it was all laughter and joy all around, as we called on the mobile and could hear all the background noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having friends and family there would be another awesome thing. An wedding I went to last year, everyone from their family was there many cousins etc... Soo awesome, me being very very distantly related to many there had soo much fun, so I can just imagine how it would have been for the bride and groom. Being introduced to new family or friends etc... Also it was a marriage where there was dancing... This made it all the more fun... All college students and some older people were dancing... Great time.... For sure... Also there was a live performance by a popular playback singer as he was the Groom's best friend. That was the best wedding I have been to yet! :) Food wasn't great but I never had time to eat... So no problems there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was just something I found to be sooo amazing... Indian weddings... Full of culture, colour, music in the background, a range of food, sometimes dancing, many people, especially those close to you... Its like a festival in itself... I can say one thing... I am looking forward to getting married because of the ceremonies and the celebrations... I don't know about the lifelong commitment and everything else that comes with it.... :S (Mother-in-law etc... hehehe... ;) ) Something I won't have to be worrying about for a fair few years... Thank goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Requirements for a wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planned menu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good music, artists &amp; sound system&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice hall/mandabam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bride and Groom (obviously)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy People :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fuss/Galatta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prelim shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beauty Parlour visits (last minute panic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre and post celebrations [&lt;em&gt;as reminded by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://onemoreiyervaal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] (Mehendi, Nallangu (why is it done for almost every function? birthdays and all at times.... anyone know the relevance of it?), Bachelor party, Bachelorette party (we should be allowed to have one if you guys do :P, they do it here...) )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good photographer and videocamera ppl (There should be something to look back on to treasure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of course Joy, Happiness and no tension! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can anyone think of anymore??? This is just a rough list... Speaking from the few Indian weddings I have been to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112590778952002147?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112590778952002147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112590778952002147&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112590778952002147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112590778952002147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/wedding.html' title='Wedding...'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112565132265148480</id><published>2005-09-02T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T01:59:14.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPICA Awards</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to the advertisment that won the Epica Awards (European Premier Creative Award).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advertisment is a Telecom Italia advertisment. It has beatiful picturisation and the best thing of all its a really powerful ad. It has one of India's &amp; the World's greatest people featuring in it, which makes it all the more special. It covers people from all over the world &amp;amp; shows to what magnitude communication can be important and useful. A really great ad and a must see for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So congrats to Telecom Italia for winning and for such a great ad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/logo_byg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epica-awards.org/assets/epica/2004/winners/film/flv/11071.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Epica Award Winning Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112565132265148480?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112565132265148480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112565132265148480&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112565132265148480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112565132265148480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/09/epica-awards.html' title='EPICA Awards'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112553692369113668</id><published>2005-08-31T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:08:43.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is something that I thought I would share with you all. Also I thought it would be hilarious if there was input from others apart from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4789766"&gt;Vimal&lt;/a&gt; and I, who actually had this argument. Ok well you can click THIS or you can read the whole thing below, once again all this is from one of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4789766"&gt;Vimal&lt;/a&gt;'s blogs, called &lt;a href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/"&gt;Isles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see it as it was on his blog click &lt;a href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tuesday, August 30, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="112540908250491800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Lastnight Dixita, Abhishek, and a friend of theirs and I went to Byrd theater to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;cf=info&amp;amp;id=1808623299" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;'Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.I thought the movie will be an ok action movie.But to my disappointment it turned out to be stupid action movie. In the end, the movie reminded me of another movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;amp;cf=info&amp;id=1800243949" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;'Desperado'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;.We had earlier decided to go to a restaurant for dinner after the movie. But one person in the group(no name) broke the deal. Now Iam also going to break a deal that I had made earlier with that person.Yesterday was also my first day as a vegetarian. Now I don't know if milk, yogurt, and egg are considered vegetarian. But I will consider them as vegetarian until unless I feel otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;posted by vimal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;9:36 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Email Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=8541497&amp;amp;postID=112540908250491800"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Post" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112540908250491800&amp;amp;quickEdit=true"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12 Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112540997591417998"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160889"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Preethi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;when have you ever listened or kept a deal with anyone else... lol... why the decision to become veggo???? if you are vegan you cannot have milk, yoghurt, egg etc... ur still a vegetarian if you take those things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112540997591417998"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:52 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112540997591417998"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112541352344930762"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4789766"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Hey I honored my end of the deal that we had between us , but you haven't. This just re-iterates a well know fact 'NEVER EVER trust a girl'. I should put this in my bedroom so I wake up reading this every morning.So vegan is different from vegetarian. hmm... I see.For now I will be vegetarian &amp;amp; let me see how it goes.And Ms. Preethi, its not 'Yoghurt' ok, it's 'Yogurt'.Yoghurt..hahahaha.Yoghurt....hahahah that's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112541352344930762"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10:52 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112541352344930762"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112541429287560406"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160889"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Preethi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;yeh rite u did... dont lie to make urself look beta on ur blog... yoghurt is the way us aussies say it... get used to it... there are also other variations go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoghurt... put whateva u want... btw wht deal r u talking abt? there was no legit deal in the first place... get over urself... the war of the words has started... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112541429287560406"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11:04 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112541429287560406"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112541688944331986"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4789766"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;"No legit deal in the first place" ???see...this is exactly what Iam talking about. Never trust a girl.They say 'yes', 'ok', 'deal' and everything, then they forget all of them."yoghurt is the way us aussies say it"We don't care ok. We Americans have it right always. You are either with us or against us. If you are against us, we are gonna come and kik your ass.That's what we do and we are damn good at that.So you guys better watch your back.And, by the way, do you ever sleep at night or you always awake? In that case you are well qualified for a call center job. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112541688944331986"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11:48 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112541688944331986"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112545018995127652"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160889"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Preethi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;ur an indian first and foremost... secondly... its common knowledge the world hates americans... americans are always starting wars... they always do everything opposite to the rest of the world... need i say any more???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112545018995127652"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:03 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112545018995127652"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112545082123645365"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4789766"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;ur an indian first too. At least I was born in the second most developed city in Tamilnadu and the third largest city in Tamilnadu, the beautiful, surrounded by hills, the one and only, Coimbatore.And you coming from a small gramam, call yourself aussie.If everybody hates america, why does everyone want to come here. Duh!Do you know you can't get US visa interview in Chennai US consulate till january next year?Will you stop watching Hollywood movies :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112545082123645365"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:13 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112545082123645365"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112545129148221205"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160889"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Preethi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;1)yeah i know i am an indian first as well... did i ever say i wasn't????? 2) You made up that I come from a gramam, never did I actually tell you where in TN I am from... 3) You are generalising when saying everyone, the majority hate america and those that go there or want to go there are brain washed... 4)Another thing about America, they have Hollywood movies which are absolute trash and do not depict anything real, even about themselves... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112545129148221205"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:21 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112545129148221205"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112545154150755576"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4789766"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly which gramam you come from. Brain wash? Goddammit. I was supposed to take my car for a car wash last weekend.Hey, at least we have a movie industry, you guys don't even have that. Nicole Kidman and Russel Crowe , why did they come to Hollywood. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112545154150755576"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:25 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112545154150755576"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112545184320775743"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160889"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Preethi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;I am Indian, so I don't care about Nicole Kidman or Russell Crowe... And if I wanted to argue my point, I will just say they came to add some style and flare to Hollywood, how come they are two of the top??? think about tht...See car washing, would you do tht in india??? no, cos it wastes sooo much water, you would have a driver to wipe it every second with some sort of rag, so not one bit of water is wasted... hmmm, getting too full of urself, afterall u only call urself an american... and when prodded a lot you call urself an indian (where is the desi pride (in ur american terms...))... u dont knw which gramam i come from, cos i dont come from a gramam... so give it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112545184320775743"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112545184320775743"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112545234899819348"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4789766"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Paris Hilton No.1 in US???Honestly, I never use the word 'Desi'. I hate that word. It sucks, in my opinion.I call Indian. Never Desi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112545234899819348"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:39 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112545234899819348"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112545292330874436"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160889"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Preethi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;lol, if she's No1, then i rest my case... trashy things are what US likes... i didn't say NIcole and Russell were No1 I said they were in the top few.. At last u say ur Indian... without being asked... phew... actually i guess its only because you dont like to use the word "desi"..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://vimaln.blogspot.com/2005/08/lastnight-dixita-abhishek-and-friend.html#c112545292330874436"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:48 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=8541497&amp;postID=112545292330874436"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="c112545306157119035"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4789766"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Hey...You have no right to talk about Paris Hilton.She is a super awesome Devathai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that's where the comment conversation ended, I decided to end it there and let him have the last word afterall it was his blog ;). Well actually it kinda linked to the comments posted in the next post on his blog, but for the sake of it we can say it ended there. Add in your comments to this, who do you side with? Just thought it would be funny to have this as a blog entry for myself and see what others thought about it. Also thought I would share it with you all as I found it hilarious while the argument was going on. Any clarifications just ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/cat023.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It seemed to be a little like this, however with words &amp; it did end at some point, thank goodness for that. But neverthless you guys can feel free to give life to it yet again ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112553692369113668?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112553692369113668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112553692369113668&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112553692369113668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112553692369113668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/08/comment-conversation.html' title='Comment Conversation'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112545379798324487</id><published>2005-08-30T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:18:37.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 August (3108) = Blog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/blogday2005_logo_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/blogday2005_logo_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Blog Day to all! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The original idea was by &lt;a href="http://niro.typepad.com/spark_armada/2005/06/blog_day_2005.html"&gt;Spark_Armada &lt;/a&gt;Click the link to check out how it all eventuated... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;concept&lt;/strong&gt; behind it is this... as said in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordpress.org/support/topic/40928"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wordpress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With a bit of l33tifying, you can read "3108" as "Blog", so 31/08 is officially declared "Blog Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The concept is simple :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Find 5 new Blogs that you find interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Notify the 5 bloggers that you are recommending on them on BlogDay 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Write a short description of the Blogs and place a a link to the recommended Blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Post the BlogDay Post (on August 31st) and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Add the BlogDay tag using this link: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/BlogDay2005" rel="tag"&gt;BlogDay2005&lt;/a&gt; and a link to BlogDay web site at &lt;a href="http://blogday.org/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogday.org/"&gt;http://www.blogday.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope you all enjoy blog day &amp; Make the most of it! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just added in the picture underneath cos I tht it was funny and cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/image005.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112545379798324487?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112545379798324487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112545379798324487&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112545379798324487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112545379798324487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/08/31-august-3108-blog-day.html' title='31 August (3108) = Blog Day'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112537299151762380</id><published>2005-08-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:36:31.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have not been writing as life for the past few days has been extremely hectic. When I stop and look at it... I cannot think of what I have been doing that is making life sooo hectic... Also in my daily activities I have been bumping into several people that I have not seen for a while, which is awesome. We would have the 5 minute talks, as we would both be rushing off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is typical of the "5 mins" conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person1: Hey how are you? Haven't seen you for ages.&lt;br /&gt;Person2: Yeah I know. I am good how have you been? We should catch up sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Person1: Yeah totally. So what's new with you?&lt;br /&gt;Person2:Nothing much, just been really busy off late. What's new with you?&lt;br /&gt;Person1: Yeah same here been really busy. Have you had the chance to catch up with anyone from [wherever you know them from (e.g school)]&lt;br /&gt;Person2: Not really I see these people, but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Person1: I haven't caught up with many either just these people...&lt;br /&gt;Person2 &amp; Person1: [usually at the same time] Anyway really nice seeing you, I better head off I'm running late. Take care, we should definitely catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the whole conversation. When it happens over and over again it gets very very tedious. With some people despite not having seen them for years you would have nothing to say. How is it that happens? Yet with close friends there is always something to say and you can spend hours talking about things. I guess where you meet them and all is part of it. But this is what tends to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway getting back to having a hectic life. Life has been very hectic. But I don't know why. I do have many things to do, but neverthless it is not like I cannot cope with it. Since life is hectic how come there is nothing to say when people ask how things are going? Are the things I am doing boring? Yeah I guess so. Although the excitment comes and goes, it is shortlived and the mundane daily routine which happens to change day to day sets in. I guess also thinking about the things that are pending makes life seem rather hectic as they are things that are not done yet and to be done, even if they are not completed it seems like it is hectic even when it is time to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway overall life is hectic but somewhat satisfying. Nothing much to grumble about, all is well. I guess the boredom sorta comes with taking everyday as it comes, I make the most of everyday and don't really reflect on what happened in that day. Perhaps thats whats been happening. Perhaps writing a diary would liven things up. Or even just writing what I have to look forward to that's coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's the first thing and one of the main things that I am looking forward to: AR Rahman Concert 3D Spectacular Live in Sydney, 17th September. Cannot wait... It should be awesome hopefully. Although now Shankar Mahadevan is not coming to the Sydney Concert (he's going to Melbourne though), he is going to be replaced by Unni Menon, who I am not really that big a fan of. Oh well... Hopefully the rest will be awesome! I keep thinking about that and thinking, oh well at least soon I will have something to talk about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, this mail was just my thoughts punched straight onto the keyboard yet again. Not in any real order but for the order of thoughts that occured in my head in the few minutes I took to type it. Hope it is somewhat relevant to the topic heading and a tiny bit interesting :S... lol! The picture that I have put in this post seems to be somewhat relevant according to me. I tried putting another pic as well but it didn't work, but here's one for you to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/Picture%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like this tree I seem to be just standing here, things around are happening so fast and its all kind of a blur! [This pic was taken with the mobile phone when I was in the car]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112537299151762380?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112537299151762380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112537299151762380&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112537299151762380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112537299151762380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/08/hectic-life.html' title='Hectic Life?'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112436496707467959</id><published>2005-08-18T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:39:56.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyage Downunder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These birds are all on their merry way to a land beyond the one which they were once at. With a destination in mind, they swiftly and efficiently fly as a group knowing exactly where to go and what to do. A couple lead and all the others follow. A few decide to detach and follow their own route, seems a lot like what happens in our lives, there are those who conform to society and those who do not. They look like such peaceful creatures, however as we have all been told, never judge a book by its cover. They are a real menace at times. Worse than the Magpie or Crow. But anyway loved this pic, they look sooo peaceful in the clear blue skies with only a couple of translucent white fluffy clouds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/DSC014942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This picture is distorted on this blog entry, but click on it to get a better look at the peace and tranquility which it holds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112436496707467959?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112436496707467959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112436496707467959&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112436496707467959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112436496707467959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/08/voyage-downunder.html' title='Voyage Downunder!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112322109560414293</id><published>2005-08-04T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T05:09:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who knows how to make music? Suprisingly many many talented people out there! Music is something that makes anyone relax and comes in all forms, suitable for everyone out there. I love music. If I was asked I would say that the world revolves around music. If you think about it any aspect in our every day lives can be spruced up with a little music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Studying for example: I find it much easier to study when I am listening to music. I don't know exactly what it is but it triggers something in my brain which improves my concentration. I find that when I study and listen to music I am more likely to recall information later. My theory on this is that music is something that can very easily stick in your head. So when I listen to music and study the music that I listened to when studying something in particular triggers of the memory of what I studied. It seems to work for me. Perhaps give it a try and let me know if it works for you as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Singing is another thing that is very very relaxing for me. Perhaps not for those listening to me, but for me to sing it is like I am chanelling my emotions into a song. It is like the emotions become melodies all inter-twined to become a masterpiece... Well to the extent that my voice can take me. With songs the mood is set already so certain moods trigger certain outbursts of songs... Wonderful really the feeling... Happiness, sadness whatever it may be... After a little song I am just content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In India there are many many people who are extremely talented musically and in other ways. It is amazing how much talent lies there. Almost everyone has a musical talent, whether it be composing, singing, playing an instrument or what not. All the shows that are on tv show this, how can things such as Sapthaswarangal &amp; Raagamallika prevail episode after episode week after week? It is only due to the immense talent that lies there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here there are shows like Australian Idol/American Idol... They happen in bursts, of course many people audition and try out. Neverthless the number of people that make it are few. I was watching Australian Idol the other day, out of thousands of people that auditioned the judges found it sooo hard to get 15-20 people that made the cut. Not because they were fussy it is because there was a severe lack of talent. If I am not wrong in those that made the cut at least three were Indians. Another reason for Indian music shows to prevail is because there is immense interest in such things on our behalf. Truly Amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was listening to a couple of songs the other day. All tamil songs and was trying to analyse the voices of the singers... Here is a summary of what I came up with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SPB--&gt; All time LEGEND! His voice just makes me melt! No one to beat him I would say, simply fantastic! An ever youthful powerful voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mano--&gt; Great strong voice, he has the ability to change it which I think is a definite asset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hariharan--&gt; Excellent singer, his voice is at its best when he sings hindustani and the songs that give importance to the voice (the music does not override the singing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shankar Mahadevan--&gt; Awesome, a very funky, hip voice. His breathless songs is one of my favourites he has done an amazing job with it. A voice full of energy and vigour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Harish Raghavendra--&gt; Really really excellent voice. Very classical sounding &amp;amp; full of melody. One thing I really like about his songs is his pronounciation and the way he gives importance to certain words using a stylish approach (listen carefully to Chennai Sethamizh from M.Kumaran S/O Mahalakshmi for this). He has sung a few peppy songs, such as the Whistle addikum which he is also well suited for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Karthik--&gt; He can have either a very melodious voice or a really strong, emotion filled, powerful voice, but at the same time kinda nasal and a voice with an attitude. Really amazing talent and I think he has improved off late. One song which he has sung which is off beat &amp; I think he has done an amazing job in is Sarala Kondayil from Ji, its a funny song, in which he has maintained his voice really well, not letting it lack lustre, I think it would have been extremely hard to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Srinivas--&gt; Pretty good voice, once again nasal, suits all the soft songs. Full of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tippu--&gt; Just like his better half Harini, he has a very versatile, energetic, yet melodious voice.Immense talent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok I think I should stop here. I know I repeated my self a lot with my descriptions. This is just because I am tired and when summarising it seemed to me that the words most appropriate were those that I used above. If and when I go to describe more male singers voices or the female singers voices I promise to try and be more descriptive. Hehehe... I love music... It can do anything used for many many sorts of therapies as well... Sleep, stress, relaxation, rejuvenation etc... To name just a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/Singing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just remember music is anything no matter whether it is Laaka Laaka Laakaaaa.... or Randakka Randaakaa...&lt;/em&gt; Its what we make of it that really counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112322109560414293?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112322109560414293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112322109560414293&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112322109560414293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112322109560414293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts-on-music.html' title='Thoughts on MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112291077804531127</id><published>2005-08-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:39:38.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Towers--&gt; Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/twin%20towers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="442" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/twin%20towers.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think I took this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112291077804531127?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112291077804531127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112291077804531127&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112291077804531127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112291077804531127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/08/twin-towers-malaysia.html' title='Twin Towers--&gt; Malaysia'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112247536055056032</id><published>2005-07-27T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:42:40.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neither half empty nor half full</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/drink2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/drink2.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/DSC02901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/DSC02901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simply a photograph trick that i tried... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112247536055056032?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112247536055056032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112247536055056032&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112247536055056032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112247536055056032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/07/neither-half-empty-nor-half-full.html' title='Neither half empty nor half full'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112212864477607633</id><published>2005-07-23T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T07:24:04.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mail from my aunt... HILARIOUS!</title><content type='html'>preetham,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? englis lesson? in kaalai malar me think it at 2 time. evening. pm, pm. yes, yes, they call pm for evening. mornig then cm, eh? what these englis people? mix politics with language. silly, huh. very angry. Angry, angry coming when i thinks of these undercooked people. hahaha you know that story? baking people, then call them bekku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, ya ya, god living up in skys, he make doll peoples. first he put in oven. come out very black. verry burn. he put them in africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next set, he take out verry early to avoid burn. under-cooked &amp; yukky white. put them in europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next set, he verry careful, ok? understand? listening no? dont sleep. important part of story. no, dont likes to call it story. it is real. heart tells me my mind is wrong if it calls story. ok ok heart, i call it real. satisfy? ya, now heart happy. ready for remainding story? preethi, preethi, wake up. now important part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then god put set in oven, this time not too long, not too short, but correct time. like just right serial. you eat what serial? just wrong? ok ok all coco only, very bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, god take out at correct time. this time he amazed. no, not black. no, no definitely no white. no, no. only correct browns. nice golden brown like with canola cooking oil. attractive. god almost put in his mouth. then assistant, siva, running come &amp; say, oh god, no, no dont eat. looking nice not tasting nice. eat people then other people call you cunning ball. God get angry then say, why call me ball ? i only eat not bounce. siva verry long time to please god &amp; throw that brown set people on earth. they land in india. our mother country no? indians well cooked in canola oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy story? no, no heart blooding .  soory heart not story, real, real. happy heart now.&lt;br /&gt;my heart verry emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112212864477607633?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112212864477607633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112212864477607633&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112212864477607633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112212864477607633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/07/mail-from-my-aunt-hilarious.html' title='A Mail from my aunt... HILARIOUS!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112176921010533697</id><published>2005-07-19T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T03:33:30.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P51702681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/P51702681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P5170269.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P5170269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/P5170269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P5170268.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P51702671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/P5170267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P5170267.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just a scene I thought would be fit for photographing and so here it is, from various angles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fill me in with your thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112176921010533697?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112176921010533697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112176921010533697&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112176921010533697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112176921010533697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/07/shadows-of-light.html' title='Shadows of Light'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112168345672000852</id><published>2005-07-18T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T03:47:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People... Some Times...</title><content type='html'>Some people whether they be family or not are there just to make life difficult for those that they have a grudge against. Yes its true as shocking as it may seem. It is most probably because of their insecurities or jealousy. There are of course those on the other hand who would never do anything to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really annoys me how some people do things to put others down or make others feel uncomfortable. It seems like they will go to lengths beyond any humans control. Perhaps it eventuates into a psychological disorder. No jokes here, I am serious, I have noticed that some people start doing things just to spite others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems stupid and is rather stupid but that is the truth, there are those very few(thank goodness for that) people that will act like that. In primary school there used to a girl who used to make up rumours about anyone else who seemed to be becoming more popular than she was just to regain her position. That of course can be dismissed as childhood nonsense. But the fact is that there are still those who are technically "adults" who behave like children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete lack of maturity. Competitiveness is a cause for this as well, people will go to any extent to get competition out of their way. In one talent competition people sabotaged others who were likely to be the winners. What ever happened to being an adult and treating others like you would like to be treated? Is there anyway to solve this issue and make people understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there some sort of counselling available to aid others in getting rid of their insecurities or realise that they are valued than others? Just a blog to write what was irritating me a little bit... Let me know your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112168345672000852?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112168345672000852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112168345672000852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112168345672000852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112168345672000852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-people-some-times.html' title='Some People... Some Times...'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112125825410242843</id><published>2005-07-13T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:37:34.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P1010245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/P1010245.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything seems to be spinning out of control whilst still being within my grasp. Things that once seemed near seem as far as the stars, unreachable, unattainable, just out of reach. Glimpses of light appear and reappear every now and then, nothing remaining consistent. Everything seeming like a blur, unclear and too fast to grasp. Confusion the only thought prevailing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With all this it feels like my head is aching a soft silent pain. A struggle, a battle all occuring within, truly uncomprahendable. Walking with my head lifted up to the sky seems impossible, too many thoughts seems to be within, making it heavy, burdened with worries. What are these worries? I do not know... What are these thoughts? I am yet to figure out... Why these feelings? If only I knew... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A cloud of thoughts seem to be constantly brewing, making my clarity of thought close to nothing. Pained, is what I feel. What happened to the mood I was recently in? It seemed as if nothing could get me down. But something ununderstandable, there is no reason for me to feel this way. I have all of life's necessities, there is nothing more I need. Is it the problems that others face? That is the only answer I can think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why should that bother me? As rude as it sounds it is true. I have felt sorry for people before due to unfortunate happenings, but never have been deeply affected by it. I do not think that even after a tragedy in my life occured I have felt this constrained or restricted. Thoughts seem to be evil, I feel trapped within them. Off late sad happenings or occurances in other people's lives have seemed to significantly affect me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its not just issues like poverty but for some reason even things such as people's seperation and losses from the seperation have gotten me down. What is happening? Not even seeing the tsunami and having a first hand experience before, during and after the tsunami had such an effect on me. So why now? Why this new fond bond with people I do not even know or barely know? Even after reading something that happened to someone I do not even know I felt extremely upset for them. I felt as if the loss had occured to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am definitely no martyr and do not wish to live life like that. The worst thing is that all I can do is feel upset for the person as they would feel upset or perhaps worse. I cannot do anything to make them feel better, in no way am I able to help them. Then why this sadness? Is it doing them any good? Is it doing me any good? Does it reduce their burden? Does it reduce my burden? What instignated this? WHAT IS HAPPENING? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love to listen to people and help them sort their problems. I have been able to do that my whole life, without fully getting involved with their problems. Now I do not seem to be able to help them and feel as helpless as they would feel. This has not happened with just one persons story but off late it has happened with several people's real life stories. I no longer seem to be able to bask in my own happiness or the happiness of others around me. Darkness and fear have seemed to engulf me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I am being absorbed into a world full of darkness. Fear seems to be creeping up very inch of my body every second of the day. What exactly is the cause for this fear? Is it that something is going to happen in my life that will make my life turn around for the worse? I have just been able to overcome many ill fortunes that life has thrown at me and now is it going to happen all over again? I surely hope not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am sorry if this put any of you that are reading it in a sad mood, but I just thought perhaps I should spill my thoughts out so that I would feel better. Am I just too scared of everything these days? Have experiences finally become a realisation? Even the socialite in me seems to be dying, of course there seems to be light every now and then, but this is very short lived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I am being hurled down fast into a dark tunnel with no way of returning. The only way that I can get out of this seems to be if someone pulls me out of it... Who will give me this helping hand? Or perhaps what is it that will pull me out of this warp? It doesnt require a miracle, but what exactly is required? The thing that keeps me going are my friends and family, I want to achieve something. Perhaps I am doing what I truly want... Yet I do seem to be enjoying things more than usual... It is the light that is flickering, something needs to be done to leave it ever burning and burning brightly... But what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Phew... It feels like I have just found a hand to pull me up, I can see it in the distance. All that is left is for me to wait for it to reach me and pull me out. Anyone know why I am feeling like this? What is happening? I seem to still be living life one day at a time and as well as I can, but there is some small satisfaction I am missing out on. All that is left to say before I sign of is, I am in a tornado, tsunami or whirlpool of confusion. Any psychologists around?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What brewed these new confusions in my seemingly calm sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112125825410242843?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112125825410242843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112125825410242843&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112125825410242843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112125825410242843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/07/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112107468353570806</id><published>2005-07-11T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T02:38:03.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Small Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With just a few clicks&lt;br /&gt;You can rule the whole world or&lt;br /&gt;It can destroy all data.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112107468353570806?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112107468353570806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112107468353570806&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112107468353570806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112107468353570806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/07/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112070214080002873</id><published>2005-07-06T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:45:44.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact or Fiction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/Sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/Sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Getting up from a good nights sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yawning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stretching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Awakening to a new day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Looking around me to confirm my surroundings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing is clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Misty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;An icy breeze brushes past me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A pleasant aroma takes over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back I fall into snooze heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did it happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Was it just a dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or just the morning blues? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess we'll never know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112070214080002873?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112070214080002873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112070214080002873&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112070214080002873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112070214080002873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/07/fact-or-fiction.html' title='Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112039950522521267</id><published>2005-07-03T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T07:05:05.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P1010572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/400/P1010572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; I&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; loved this picture. I felt it had soo many things to convey. Overall the simplicity of the people amidst the colourful clutter was what caught my attention. Only in India is such a sight available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the pic to see it more clearly &amp; discover its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112039950522521267?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112039950522521267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112039950522521267&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112039950522521267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112039950522521267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/07/spreading-joy.html' title='Spreading Joy'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112013045540580308</id><published>2005-06-30T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T04:20:55.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Liner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P1010519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/P1010519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Ignorance is bliss, but how about being ignored?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112013045540580308?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112013045540580308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112013045540580308&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112013045540580308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112013045540580308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-liner.html' title='One Liner'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-112001896627769288</id><published>2005-06-28T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:22:46.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose ends tied!</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tis blog entry is to clarify my other blog entries and just expand on a couple of things. Starting from the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The story that I wrote was for an assignment a couple of years back. It lead on from another story which explained what the guy had done. He had in fact been shooting and injured a deer (not killed it but injured). My expansion was just to show what may have happened afterwards. I will try to find the original but I think its thrown out. The last line of that story was the first line of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The meaning behind it was that the person should not have meddled with any of nature's gifts. Since they did and for the first time (as it was an ammateur hunter on his maiden spree), I felt that the punishment was too harsh since all that he inflicted was pain on the deer and then he felt bad for it. He realised his crime and fled from the scene. Thats where the nature comes into play, giving him warnings to teach him his lesson. Just a small fright, hopefully to seize the habit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or you could see the not having a theme things as my way of keeping readers in suspense... Hehe annoying, huh?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I stick to my statement that absence does not make the heart grow fonder. I really enjoyed reading everyone's comments. It was great to see the different perspectives that people took on this one topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In response to Suganya and Random Access(sorry i dnt knw ur name):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suganya I agree with you 100%! That is what I was trying to say. We do not realise the extent of the fondess that we have for one person. It is there within us subconsciously. Or else how would we be able to "realise" all of a sudden without anything instigating it? It cannot be merely the absence that is the cause. My argument was that it was the experiences that people share with each other previously. Like you said Suganya you now miss your mum, you miss the special things you had with each other, the experiences and the moments. If it weren't for those would you be missing her, just because she wasn't with you? It is almost like saying do you miss someone that you have nothing to do with, it is the experience from the interactions that create the fondness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The seperation as Suganya had said makes us realise what we do not have anymore but neverthless, it is realising the preciousness of the experiences that create the new fondness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As per Random Access' comments: Of course you feel like your feelings for a person fluctuate, depending on the relationship you have with them. When you said love is a feeling that grows no matter whether you are with them or what not, it kinda goes to show that the fondess is because you think about the person and anything special about them and any other experiences or what not. (Lol, very confused sentence) I am confusing myself too much now! I better stop writing now! If i realise what I am saying in response to Random Access I will post it in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wrote the poem as a spur of the moment thing, the day I posted it. I had an image in mind when writing it. Does anyone know what my poem is referring to? My dad (suprisingly) was the only one in my family to understand what I was talking about. Just post in the comments what you think it is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The picture is just there as I thought it was kinda suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All the pictures on my blogs (apart from ones of Arya) are taken by either me or my family members. If at any stage I put pictures that I got from other sources I will state so! Vimal, hehe thx for the comments. It is taken at my aunt's place not mine. I love that bunch of flowers hence the many pictures of it! Btw do I know you Vimal? You sounds exactly like a couple of people I know. Hehe the possibilities.... The only thing from me thinking that I know you is that I do not know anyone by the name of Vimal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thx for all those who have posted comments and keep them coming! Please do keep visiting and thanks to all those who have blogrolled me! Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-112001896627769288?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/112001896627769288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=112001896627769288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112001896627769288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/112001896627769288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/loose-ends-tied.html' title='Loose ends tied!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-111996431479894495</id><published>2005-06-28T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T06:11:54.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/P4300248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/200/P4300248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A flower as a gift lasts a few days, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the memories of the gift last a lifetime!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-111996431479894495?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/111996431479894495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=111996431479894495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111996431479894495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111996431479894495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-111985431858310074</id><published>2005-06-26T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:41:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/bowrx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/200/bowrx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/bowrx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There it lay,&lt;br /&gt;glistening like a diamond,&lt;br /&gt;light reflecting off it,&lt;br /&gt;projecting all the colours of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its life short-lived,&lt;br /&gt;plummeting down,&lt;br /&gt;maintaining its uniqueness,&lt;br /&gt;needing to convey a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling silently,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shattering into thousands of pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;making its mark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;saying what is, is not what it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-111985431858310074?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/111985431858310074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=111985431858310074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111985431858310074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111985431858310074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-111978956327394370</id><published>2005-06-26T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T05:39:23.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/AMHGF.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;'Ello to all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/AMHGF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This is a statement that is well known by all! However I have to say that I completely disagree with the statement. I see minimal truth in it. Before I put forward my argument I would just like to remind you all, I am ready to be persuaded otherwise, this is just something that has bothered me for a while and only my views on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have found that absence does not necessarily make the heart grow fonder. Doesn't it make you think about that less? For me for example say that I become good friends with someone... While I am good friends with them and see them a lot I am very fond of them and our friendship becomes closer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My friend I made last year, we became extremely close within a very short period. It was like we were inseperable. Then I went for a holiday during the summer break.Not once did I ever think that as I have not seen her for a long time, I really really miss her. Of course I did miss her. But I felt closer and hence fonder of her when I saw her more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I thinking seeing someone more often is the only way of becoming closer, in other words growing fonder of them. This year this has become more and more apparent. With new friendship forming and others drifting, this has been the common trend. The more I saw of a person, the more I got to know them the fonder I grew of them. In the case of some people when I had not seen them for a while I was even wondering how I became such close friends with them. It had the completely adverse effect as the statement mentioned above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Furthermore, I do not see this statement being applicable in any case whatsoever. Exams as an example. Do you ever feel that you have not had exams for a while and you want to have them? I think not. If you do... ummm... you are definitely one of a kind! Hats off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Even with going somewhere which provided an extremely enjoyable experience... Absence does not make the heart grow fonder. Of course you think of the times that you had there and wish that you could go there once again... But do you think that you become fonder of that place just because you are away from it? Of course not, it is the memories and the experience of the place that you had whilst you were there that makes it special and makes you grow fond of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For me the case even with my closest friends, if I am away from them, no doubt I think about them. I do not become any closer to them or grow fonder of them because I am away. I remember the memories and am content with that. When I see them after a long break or what not I am extremely happy, not because my heart grew fonder during the absence but because I get to be with them once again and share new experiences with them and grow fonder... whilst no longer being absent. Also other distractions were there to make me forget the absence... So whilst the absence was apparent there were ways of not really realising it, suggesting that it does not necessarily make heart grow fonder. Did tht make sense???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When it comes to the "passing away" of a loved one, it is not necessarily the case where absence makes the heart grow fonder. Of course absence can make you remember and wish to have the person back. But at the same time, as the time goes by the wounds heal... If not completely at least partially. The time where you face most trauma from their absence is after it has occured immediately. It takes time for people to get over the shock and the loss. Also once again it is not the absence that makes the heart fonder of that person it is the experience that you have shared with that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Finally after all my ranting and raving... I would just like to say... I do not think it is absence that makes the heart grow fonder... It is more the experiences and the growing of the times in which you, experience the experiences, that makes the heart grow fonder. So why is the statement, "absence makes the heart grow fonder" still there? Or is it just me that feels this way about it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL.... Sorry if the writing was not coherent. Do not mind any mistakes or errors. It is my views just "plonked" onto the keyboard and then onto the screen by this wonderous technololgy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-111978956327394370?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/111978956327394370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=111978956327394370&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111978956327394370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111978956327394370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart grow fonder?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-111970441270864478</id><published>2005-06-25T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T07:27:20.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's nature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rider could see his destination now down in the valley. On the run, he rode harder and harder. Someone has spotted and recognised him. The gates of the heavily deafened and walled farm yard swung open slowly. In front of him there was a myriad of images. They were all scowling at him. He did not know what was happening. Suddenly he fell of his horse and crashed into the ground with a tremendous thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lay their looking at the sky with unsuspecting eyes. The skies around him suddenly darkened. All of a sudden he heard a thunderous roar. It was as if there was a stampede headed right for him. Fear gripped him. As he lay there in silence listening to everything happening around him he saw it. There it was the humungous hands of lightening were reaching towards him, each time getting closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when he realised that he should have never done that. The universe was now taking its toll. He just knew it, it wanted to grab him and hurl him millions of light years away. He lay on the ground, his heart screaming with fear; he closed his eyes and silently begged for mercy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s when he saw it. There was a narrow beam of light shining through the pitch black skies. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He knew that if he was given a second chance he could do it and do it correctly. That’s when the skies opened up and he felt a warm sensation grow within his heart. Never again did he meddle with nature's gifts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/207/6552/640/P1010336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 367px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 234px" height="240" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/207/6552/320/P1010336.jpg" width="482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short story, written a couple of yrs ago... Felt like adding something so I did... Plz give feedback... Some ppl didn't understand the meaning behind this... So let me knw all ur interpretations... I think it is pretty self explanatory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s Got the picture working. But it took many steps... I think there should be a much easier way... Also it got pixelated :(! Doesn't compliment its beauty... Oh well...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-111970441270864478?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/111970441270864478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=111970441270864478&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111970441270864478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111970441270864478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/natures-nature_25.html' title='Nature&apos;s nature.'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-111967748959262067</id><published>2005-06-24T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T07:05:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arya Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/1600/UK_17_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1240/320/UK_17_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Asin, Arya, Pooja, Laila &amp; Shaam in Ullam Ketkumae&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/207/6552/640/11042005_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/207/6552/320/11042005_25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Navdeep and Arya (one with the necklace) in AA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-111967748959262067?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/111967748959262067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=111967748959262067&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111967748959262067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111967748959262067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/arya-pic.html' title='Arya Pic'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-111967653833668405</id><published>2005-06-24T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:42:14.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARYA!</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title says... This Blog is about the upcoming actor Arya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor Arya has acted and in films "Ullam Ketkume,' and 'Arindhum Ariyamalum,' and is now working on 'Oru Kallooriyin Kadhai,' and next he is to act in 'Kalaabakaadalan.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well really I do not have a lot to say about him. Because I do not know him! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can say I have seen him in India at a restaurant. I didn't speak to him or anything because I didn't know who he was at that stage. The reason I knew that who we had seen was Arya is because he looked like a model or some familiar face and he was very luckily in the background of one of our pics as he was sitting in the table right behind us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is a software engineer, turned model, turned actor. Of what I saw in Arindhadum Ariyamalum in the trailors he is a great dancer. I watched Ullam Ketkumae and ummm... he dances but all the dancing in that movie is pretty crazy so no comments there! As a slight aside I like the movie Ullam Ketkumae, a very jolly light-hearted film. Made me wish that I was studying in India, no cultural activities between colleges or anything here! :( The songs in it are very lovable as well, as with the songs in AA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me ppl! The picture thing is not working through this! I have to use the picasa thing. I do not know how to use that either! :S! Can someone help me out! Thx in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-111967653833668405?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/111967653833668405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=111967653833668405&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111967653833668405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111967653833668405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/arya.html' title='ARYA!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-111962382928927224</id><published>2005-06-24T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T07:37:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2!</title><content type='html'>Hey again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day! Today has been a very eventful yet un-eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day: In the sense the most unusual thing that happened... I had added someone to my msn who I thought was one of my friends. I turned out it was not. Hmmm... and boy was the conversation intersting... That person was the oddest person I have ever EVER talked to! They did not knw anything tht common ppl knw... They had random questions that I have never been asked before...&lt;br /&gt;After saying all this though it was an intersting conversation... Entertaining in fact. I do not think that both of us understood what each of us was saying.. We were both speaking in English though... Anyway that is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was by far the best day over the past few weeks.. I talked to someone that I admire dearly... They agreed to what I have proposed to them....:D... All under-wraps atm thats why it sounds like I am speaking in code... When details become finalised I will most probably write about it in my blogs so keep watching!&lt;br /&gt;Second thing yesterday... LOL... I mistook someone for someone again! Don't ask me how I do it... That was on yahoo though... That was a great conversation... Although I think that I gave that person a bit too much information about me... :S... I don't know how wise that was... I know though that person is pretty trust-worthy... Hehehe I didn't know who that person was but at the same time I did know... ;)... Make any sense to you all? Makes sense to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I find that I have really become stron-willed in a way in which is probably not good for me... lol... What i mean is that when it comes to things that I should be doing, I think that I should be strong-willed and do that thing (e.g Study for exams)... However I decide to try reverse psychology on myself and then do not study and decide to be Strong-willed in not being dissapointed that I did not study... Hehehe... I hope tht made sense to you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before signing off on this blog entry of mine.. What do you all think about new actor Arya??? He seems great in the trailors I have not seen any of his movies... Have any of you? Let me knw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Byezzz for now... Listening to some of my fav songs (from Tamil movies) falling fast asleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note for Chinmayi: Enna Ithu from Nala Damayanthi has been a fav of mine for soo long, I listen to it every night before heading to bed! Great work there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(rollpop=window.open(" u="http://preethzzz.blogspot.com/&amp;t=PreethZzZ','rollit','scrollbars=no,width=475,height=350,left=75,top=175,status=yes,resizable=yes'));rollpop.focus();&amp;quot;"&gt;Blogroll Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-111962382928927224?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/111962382928927224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=111962382928927224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111962382928927224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111962382928927224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-2.html' title='Day 2!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-111954075837838959</id><published>2005-06-23T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:32:38.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/207/6552/640/P4300241.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/207/6552/320/P4300241.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a deco! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-111954075837838959?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/111954075837838959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=111954075837838959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111954075837838959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111954075837838959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-deco.html' title=''/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895056.post-111953041518531530</id><published>2005-06-23T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T05:40:15.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ever!</title><content type='html'>Hey whoever is reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Preethi. I live in Australia.. I am pure veg.. As Indian as can be... Read the rest to find out more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to write. I am new to this whole blogging thing. I checked out a couple of blogs from others and decided to create one myself! Now that I have done that I am speechless or worldless so to speak! Nothing to say... Can anyone help me as to what is the purpose of these blogs and what inspired you all to start one? I want to get into this fast paced blogging world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite since I have to write something I will write a little about my interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most fond of:&lt;br /&gt;Cricket&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;Socialising&lt;br /&gt;Anything fun basically&lt;br /&gt;Playing sport... not really into watching sport (but for cricket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tamil movies. Always wanted to get into the field without commitments... hmm  how thts possible I do not knw. So i have now given that up.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to become a classical dancer... But that's going to have to wait... If it ever happens that is... A famous classical dancer that is...&lt;br /&gt;Singing... Working on improving my voice...&lt;br /&gt;Acting... Just in local plays and all... Nothing at a large scale... Use to perform in high school...&lt;br /&gt;Sports... Used to be a sport-a-holic... Now just into Tennis, volleyball and cricket...&lt;br /&gt;Dancing... Thank goodness haven't given this up.. GOing strong... Performances... Classical, modern &amp; folk... and whateva other type I make up in my choreo... lol.&lt;br /&gt;Study... wanted to study law... decided it's too common... wanted to study psychology, mum persuaded me not to&lt;br /&gt;Photography... Persuing it... Taking pics of scenary and all odds and sodds... Carrying camera arnd everywhere so I dont miss those precious moments... although... somehow... i manage to forget my camera or the battery runs out... when these precious moments occur... A cpl are still there to last me a lifetime tho..&lt;br /&gt;Socialising... I am the biggest socialite ever... always looking for opportunities to meet new ppl and to socialise... love meeting ppl i admire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... wats made me give up so many things u ask... Its called UNIVERSITY! Too many commitments outside and inside of it... TOo much work... Virtually doing a three degree program... Business... Accounting... Information Technology... Way to time consuming... Exams are next week and I am sitting here writing this to get away from studying... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i thinks thats more than enough from me... Did i forget to mention that I talk a lot? ;)! Take care everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just a blog about things I have an interest in or feel passionate about. 
Or basically something where I write whateva comes into my head. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895056-111953041518531530?l=preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/111953041518531530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13895056&amp;postID=111953041518531530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111953041518531530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895056/posts/default/111953041518531530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preethzzzoriginal.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-ever.html' title='First Ever!'/><author><name>PreethZzZ The Original</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06624976910869228227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
