<?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-18634596</id><updated>2011-11-05T07:30:33.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ENTRY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6013051948298823038</id><published>2011-03-26T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:54:44.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH BOY LIFE IS UPSIDE DOWN FOR NOW.&lt;div&gt;SO WHEN I GET THINGS BACK IN TRACK, I'll have more to blather about in here x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TILL THEN, ARGH, I HATE MY LIFE BEING UPSIDE DOWN~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AIIGHT MORE LATER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CYA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6013051948298823038?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6013051948298823038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6013051948298823038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6013051948298823038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6013051948298823038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-boy-life-is-upside-down-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1883166115340789182</id><published>2010-12-10T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:16:22.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALRIGHT I'm in Kolkata, India WOOHOO! Reconnected with Sec3-4 tablemate Claire on Facebook yesterday, feeling happy :) And saddled with a sorethroat because Kolkata's pollution is too much for me to handle D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yep, flew here on the 8th of Dec via SIA and watched Anjaana Anjaani en route. FINALLY. Although I was rather suspicious - it IS NC16 - and yes, disappointment ensued. Censors went haywire on the movie, geez. Finished AA and found it extremely brainless (my kind of movie ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad loves the mockumentary/infotainment kind of films, like Corporate and Taare Zameen Par, so true to form, he watched Udaan. I mean, good film, but information overload on a plane journey isn't my idea of fun :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with the best friend Stuti on Monday :D tried a certain beverage I only managed to finish on Wednesday - only because we were leaving that day or I'd have pulled it longer. Watched Easy A WHEN I WAS ALL FOR NARNIA, and we'd both regretted it because Easy A was so...D: Just. Don't watch it. Had a great time though, taking phail pictures on our phones, with our shades on, gallivanting around Orchard and Bugis, buying 90cents earrings on whims and WALKING FROM WISMA TO WHEREVER TO 313 SOMERSET ughh, and basically not having a plan :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go for my own prom (Y) and that's a good thing, because from what I've heard, it was boring and people left early. Oh well. Didn't go for prom because it's really not my scene. I'm more about the informal dance party type of person :D formal dress and proper decorum, gosh, no thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was supposed to be laidback, but me, being me, totally left all my India shopping till the end, so poor Razia was subject to Bugis, then MUSTAFA, God :S Sigh poor kid fell ill, so I didn't get my &lt;i&gt;Mehndi&lt;/i&gt; done by her :/ well serves me right I guess for being heartless and making her run around random places with me. Hope you're better ji :) we'll have our Mohabbatein and nails session in Feb perhaps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Archana's farewell party in the evening was pretty cool, danced to all sorts of trashy filmy songs (Munni Badnaam and Sheila Ki Jawaani inclusive :P) Not to worry, we're respectable people. We had Desi Girl and You're My Love in our playlist as well. Heh. Will miss you, Arch :) best of luck in Bangalore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COUSIN'S WEDDING SOON! :D BDada's getting married to the awesomest Bhabhi/Boudi I could've had, TaniaDi. Wedding on the 15th! and the &lt;i&gt;rasam o rivaaz&lt;/i&gt;'re starting tomorrow. &lt;i&gt;Aashirwaad &lt;/i&gt;and an Engagement ceremony (yesyes, 8 days before the Wedding, but hey, more festivities, more fun!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a typical West Bengali wedding, with all the females on the groom's side receiving sarees, so yes, I've gotten one, the designer type, but the sad thing is that I don't wear sarees. It's too fussy, and when I do wear one (or even talk about it) the whole family gets over excited - too much attention Dx so no thanks baby. But I do like the feel of a designer saree :) shiny and sleek. So awesome. Sighz wish I could wear it without the whole attention thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe when MDidi is here. She's all about the sarees :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out yesterday to get new clothes but wasn't getting anything that particularly appealed to me D: got fancy &lt;i&gt;bindis&lt;/i&gt; and stuff and saw a coupla &lt;i&gt;Mehndi &lt;/i&gt;dudes sitting on the sidewalks in Goriahat so maybe I'll drag MDidi there on the 14th. Maybemaybe. BDada shopped for stuffs he needs and I was loitering the streets with the Mom when I SAW THE PERFECT TOP. It's like the &lt;i&gt;sherwani&lt;/i&gt;-for-females type of &lt;i&gt;kurti &lt;/i&gt;and it's blue and it's AWESOME. I'm completely in love with it. BOUGHT IT and legged it to the car. Well, tried to leg it to the car, but it was too far away (we walked SO much from the place it was parked) so the Meshon simply boarded a bus and got off FOUR STOPS LATER at the carpark place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave my gladiators in for repair today, hope the cobbler can mend the sole :S it was new and fricking cool and suddenly this happens :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright people've come to the house, so I shall stop here for now. Hope to be back soon x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1883166115340789182?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1883166115340789182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1883166115340789182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1883166115340789182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1883166115340789182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2010/12/alright-im-in-kolkata-india-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-7700466074306959822</id><published>2010-12-02T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T04:25:32.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People who've responded: I LOVE YOU.&lt;div&gt;People who haven't really responded but come here anyway: I LOVE YOU TOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiight so well, back to writing whatever comes to my mind :) My writing style might've changed a little, so what right? :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched multiple episodes of Koffee With Karan and Dare 2 Date today on Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KWK was hella funny :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Kajol, SRK, Rani together (whereby SRK makes the BEST comebacks and witty retorts - gotta love that guy) Abhishek and Ash (where Ash laughs weird and makes weirder statements) and Abhishek and Preity (which was just fun :D), all the while wishing that I were beautiphool and/or phamous enough to go for it too (and maybe make my escape before the rapidfire round)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOH I watched Sonam and Deepika too, which W told me about. Whoa, caustic remarks galore :S And lots and lots of giggling. I, personally, go more for the (slightlymoreenigmatic) chuckle. Or the (waaayyymoreenigmatic) half smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D2D was stupid, but I like stupid shows, so brainless, I can leave my brain in the Almirah - and everybody's none the wiser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid because so many (manymanymany) people volunteer to make a fool of themselves on little text belts making smart@$$ remarks on the bottom of the screen, and let themselves get set up with terrible matches. They VOLUNTEER. It's VOLUNTARY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senseless narcissism?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I watched Deewana Mastana, which was quite unrealistic WHICH IS THE BEAUTY OF 90S MOVIES! :D I love 90s films. Bloody hilarious stuffs :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ALSO LOVE MOHABBATEIN WHICH I HAVEN'T GOTTEN OVER, AND IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Monday, Sarayoo, Kinnari and Archana celebrated the end of A levels with meeee (for which I thank you from the bottom of my &lt;i&gt;dil&lt;/i&gt;) Apart from the misadventure in Plaza Singapura (involving identity cards - or lack thereof - school uniforms, A level entry proofs and even my Physics Paper 1 booklet) it was as phun as it could've been :D spent most of the time in Roma's Deli at Shaw, and then they went off to watch Break Ke Baad, while I headed off to Mustafa to answer Mom's summon -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much on Tuesday - watched Pyaar Kiya Toh Darna Kya (O Oh Jaane Jaana, Dhoonde Tujhe Deewana) and planned with Shakti for the next day! Was supposed to go out with H. Which reminds me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H YOU IDIOT IT'S REALLY FREAKY WHEN A PERSON DECIDES TO BREAK OFF ALL CORRESPONDENCE WITH SOMEONE HE/SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET, SPECIALLY WHEN HE/SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE BACK FROM OVERSEAS; I WAS IMAGINING TRAIN WRECKS AND PLANE CRASHES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW YOU LIKE TO IMAGINE (BECAUSE YOU'LL BECOME AN OSCAR WINNING DIRECTOR ONE DAY) BUT SCREW THAT I STILL HATE YOU &gt;( monkeydonkey. SHEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Shakti Wednesday, and we went for a mani-pedi. Total waste of money and time, honestly, because my existing (&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;SELFDONE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) mani-pedi was WAAAYYY better. Oh well. Writing it down to experience - AND NEVER AGAIN BY THE WAY. Then we went to Shaw by bus and camwhored to the best of our ability with my &lt;i&gt;ghatiya &lt;/i&gt;phone-camera (I love my phone, but the camera kinda sucks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Break Ke Baad, which was stupid, but like I said, I love stupid shows (so does Shakti) because I really really hate THINKING in the cinemas. Love it when I can fall asleep, wake up and carry on watching because - besides a couple of songanddance sequences - I wouldn't have missed much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the disastrous mani-pedi shizz, we arrived late, and discovered that SUBWAY HAS MOVED FROM SHAW Dx so we made do with this Mumbai chaat place. Their Dahi-Chaaval was sad, and their Rolls were sadder. Thinking of joining as chef, because hullo, EVEN I CAN MAKE BETTER STUFF, and I could do with the extra cash $$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kidding. No really, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lolled around in bed today, in terrible pain, and a few people know why. It's better that the rest of you don't know. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Razia showed me Tumblr, and I'm in love &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNIVERSAL STUDIOS + HARRY POTTER OUTING TOMORROWXZ. RAAA BABY, BRING THE CAMERA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinnari, does this suffice? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AnkitaM, YOUR OFFER IS TEMPTING. Told Dad, and he 'hmmm'ed and left for Mustafa (AGAIN. INDIAN PARENTS, I TELL YOU.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H, I STILL HATE YOU )&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE YOU TOO, ARITRA. But not so much :) Hope you're having fun in Dhaka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till tomorrow, folks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-7700466074306959822?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/7700466074306959822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=7700466074306959822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7700466074306959822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7700466074306959822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-whove-responded-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-9118969712287178659</id><published>2010-11-29T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:50:36.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello folks :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiight so I'm thinking of resuming in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't even know who comes here anymore ): (does anyone? :S other than occasional drop-bys like Ankita/Juhi/Risha?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:S I'll try pulling y'guys back. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I don't have to do Math EVER again. YAY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayz I shall commence my arduous task nowz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-9118969712287178659?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/9118969712287178659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=9118969712287178659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/9118969712287178659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/9118969712287178659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-folks-aiight-so-im-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1708722975618840781</id><published>2010-08-29T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:42:01.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mohabbat bhi zindagi ki tarah hoti hai; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Har mod aasaan nahi hota&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Har mod par khushi nahi milti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Par jab hum zindagi ka saath nahi chhodte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toh mohabbat ka saath kyun chhode?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1708722975618840781?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1708722975618840781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1708722975618840781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1708722975618840781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1708722975618840781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2010/08/mohabbat-bhi-zindagi-ki-tarah-hoti-hai.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1194990691317946878</id><published>2010-02-05T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T06:07:07.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;During one fine math lecture -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aapka intezaar hum tabse karte rahe&lt;div&gt;Chaand ke khilne ka intezaar taare jabse karte rahe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aapke bagair sooni shaam soona sehar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ki pyaas hi na rahi, par hum bas taraste rahe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dil ne kahaa nigaahon se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humpe itna sitam na kar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humein jisse dard mehsoos ho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uss manzar ko hi dekha na kar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kahaa nigaah ne phir dil se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ki dard tujhe zaroor hota hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par yeh mat bhool, ae zaalim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ki aansoon humi se hota hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-And when I pissed off at something:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shiqwa humein haarne se nahi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shikaayat humein naainsaafi se hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ke chayankarta mile, toh aise mile jinhein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farak nahi maalum bilawal aur kaafi mein hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. I am a weird poet (I'm not a poet at all, but yknow where I'm getting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was talking to a couple of people, and I've surmised this much about a majority of the teenage population: we make life difficult for ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while I'm no expert in dealing with the idiosyncratic mistakes/problems/undertakings/endeavours/success/failures and whatnots every single individual goes through, everything I want to bring across lies in just one statement: Life is as complicated as one makes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a huge shoutout to everyone I know, who's going through tough times: chill guys. Life's about being happy. God didn't put you in this world to suffer, because no parent can tolerate their kids' suffering(=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while I'm not completely problem-free, I do smile as much as possible, because life's too short to muse about the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats difficult for me, by the way, because I'm a Cancerian (but born on the cusp, which basically means that I have Gemini-like features too :) also, cuspians are compatible with other cuspians, i.e. Shahid Kapoor is mine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, I'm in love with old songs. Old is Gold, in the truest sense. Melody and lyrics are much more meaningful than nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuchh Reet Jagat Ke Aise Hain&lt;br /&gt;Har Ek Subah Ki Shaam Huyi&lt;br /&gt;Tu Kaun Hai; Tera Naam Hai Kya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sita Bhi Yahaan Badnaam Huyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phir Kyun Sansaar Ki Baaton Se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bheeg Gaye Tere Naina?&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh Toh Log Kahenge&lt;br /&gt;Logon Ka Kaam Hai Kehna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1194990691317946878?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1194990691317946878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1194990691317946878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1194990691317946878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1194990691317946878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2010/02/during-one-fine-math-lecture-aapka.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-4300990003997455620</id><published>2010-01-29T01:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:58:14.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright so my head is feeling a little overwhelmed -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LOVE OF MY LIFE, HOW I RODENTLIKE I FIND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sureeli ankhiyon waale&lt;br /&gt;Suna hai teri ankhiyon se&lt;br /&gt;Behti hain neendein&lt;br /&gt;Aur neendon mein sapne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP HOMEWORK ]x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahaan main ghar ghar kheli is annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to change shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I found my pink pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AE KAASH KE HUM HOSH MEIN AB AANE NA PAAYE&lt;br /&gt;BAS NAGMEIN TERE PYAAR KE GAATE HI JAAYEIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyt I have to finish that apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere haath mein&lt;br /&gt;Tera haath ho&lt;br /&gt;Saari jannatein&lt;br /&gt;Mere saath ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rather haphazard, arbitrary selection of thought. Feels better to have typed it out. I shall now play Ae Kaash Ke Hum on the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-4300990003997455620?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/4300990003997455620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=4300990003997455620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4300990003997455620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4300990003997455620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2010/01/alright-so-my-head-is-feeling-little.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-4039436783004187736</id><published>2010-01-21T03:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T04:18:53.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The secret to success in Bollywood - at least in composing music - is repetition :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOgH8yTt1-A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOgH8yTt1-A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g0KrmgJVmvU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g0KrmgJVmvU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSEwNmE2Vbk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSEwNmE2Vbk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the similarities in these 3 songs by Jatin Lalit?&lt;div&gt;-Pay close attention to the &lt;i&gt;mukhda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;of these songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I mind. I'm on a J-L high these days x) Today Anusha and I were at LT4 on the piano, and I played Tujhe Dekha Toh Yeh Jaana Sanam - Mandolin version-pseudostyled-to-suit-the-piano for her, which I frantically picked up on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course she recognized it. And of course she loved it =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall read up on contemporary music now =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-4039436783004187736?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/4039436783004187736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=4039436783004187736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4039436783004187736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4039436783004187736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-to-success-in-bollywood-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3358691215571529875</id><published>2010-01-14T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:02:26.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm fatigued D&lt;&lt;div&gt;At least that's what Doctor Uncle diagnoses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the sedatives that this Uncle gives me knocks me out for a million hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd probably rather take fatigue over unconsciousness )x [at least that's what I'm supposed to feel, as per my mom]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo how are you people =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back from India 2 Fridays ago, although it seems like months have passed since I returned to Singapore. Hmmm. If this is any indication of how this year's going to pass o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm. Hope it's a quick year =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since school's started, I've been rather tired [alright I'll stop saying it] but honest to God, open house completely squeezed energy out of my system [my coherence malfunctioned today, more about that in a while] and I've been trudging everywhere because I'm too -cough- exhausted to care to lift my foot up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vicious, LT6-PAC-MPH-encompassing cycle of Open House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But beyond that, it was amazing x) Low and Twist &lt;i&gt;zindabaad&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. This is how I malfunctioned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Via SMS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ria to Razia: I just viewed Shahid Kapoor's picture in my phone, which coupled with my extremely fatigued state of mind, is causing me to feel like a giant glob of petroleum jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I know. Don't say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Bride Wars today. I regret wasting time &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a really bad cough going on )x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome, J1 '10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onward, J2 '10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3358691215571529875?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3358691215571529875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3358691215571529875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3358691215571529875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3358691215571529875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-fatigued-d-at-least-thats-what.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8104889793464892970</id><published>2009-12-03T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:56:26.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 bollywood movies to date with 'Ria' and 'Dev' being the names of the leading  characters. And we all know how all bollywood leading male and female ultimately end up together.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gumnaam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS WITH PUTTING RIA AND DEV TOGETHER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. I've had harrowing experiences with certain 'Dev' s in my life. People with 'Dev' as part of their first name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your name contains a Dev, stayyy awayyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deb is fine. Youre safe, Debaleena =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote: Ria and Shahid name amalgams that DC sahab and I compared notes on (okay, so I'd initiated, and he'd taken great interest in)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHRI (HAHA. HOW &lt;i&gt;PAVITRA&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHARI (as in the Bengali pronunciation of Sari. though i'm not sure how this is impressive o.o pray explain, DC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RISHA (as in the nickname of the awesomest person alive, Aditi Das)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scheiße&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, another random post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on yet another note, farewell was beyond cool today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;AND WE TWIST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;WE TWIST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;WE TWIST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;WE TWIST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long live the infinity twist step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roshni beta, put up all photos/videos soooooooooooon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grah i'm feeling sleepy now. i shall go examine the back of my eyelids for the rest of the next 8 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tchuss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8104889793464892970?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8104889793464892970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8104889793464892970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8104889793464892970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8104889793464892970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-bollywood-movies-to-date-with-ria-and.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5391375309419930180</id><published>2009-12-01T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:23:00.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nanthiyni and I are great listeners. We heard a man mispronounce 'LA' as 'RA'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda made our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, my graphic calculator greeted me with a conversation Nanthiyni and I had one fine day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: 'RAWR'&lt;br /&gt;N: 'YOU ARE CRAZY'&lt;br /&gt;R: 'I KNOW RA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It r funny =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the corollary might be that we have no lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so this is one of the few posts I write that's filled with idiosyncrasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So castigate me (I thought I'd use a different word. Although castigate doesnt really mean sue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for the 18th =DD although this time round, seeing how it's probably going to be cousin power (roaming around on our own), and how our relatively short stay renders our elders complaisant (as is the case when we bring out the emotional artillery - 'we're only here for awhile, let us go out on our own please please pleeeeease'), I guess we have to become extra chary about our security? As it is, 4 out of 5 of us are Non Resident Indians. Methinks perchance BD and MD  have also let their guards down a little. But then. Theyve been in India all their childhood. Maybe they have yet to take safety and stuff for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be safe after all. Makes me happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. That paragraph up there looks so esoteric. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE BIT MY FINGER is so awesome. I swear those 2 kids are the sweetest kids I've seen (save my newborn niece, Samriddhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CUTE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5391375309419930180?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-7145426853774389670</id><published>2009-11-27T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T05:53:51.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4khWdrKtb0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4khWdrKtb0&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many reasons why I love Sonu Nigam.&lt;div&gt;Why I'm proud to be a creative, musically inclined individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I'm proud to be an Indian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-7145426853774389670?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/7145426853774389670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=7145426853774389670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I CUT MY HAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; =DDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-7283316691043279754?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/7283316691043279754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=7283316691043279754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7283316691043279754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7283316691043279754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cut-my-hair-ddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3429738954854607819</id><published>2009-11-14T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:25:49.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mujhe khushkismati ne panaah diya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Har khwaahish meri muqammal huyi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phir bhi ibaadat mein jab haath utha liya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tab bhi khud ke liye hi maine kyun maangi?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There used to be a street-roaming beggar. He owned absolutely nothing. One day he strode resolutely towards the palace, meaning to beg from the king himself. He reached the palatial grounds, only to find out that the king was at the city temple. Alright, he thought, let's go there, he won't be able to refuse me in front of God. He reached the temple, meaning to fall to the king's feet. But he stopped. He heard the king's prayers. The king was asking for wealth, fame and fortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beggar left the temple, for he reasoned, what could a beggar ask for from another beggar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ek bhikhari se doosri bhikhari kya maange? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote: I LOVE 'YOU MAY BE' FROM ALADIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AApw60wr9zY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AApw60wr9zY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vishal-Shekhar harmonizing awesomeness x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3429738954854607819?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3429738954854607819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3429738954854607819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3429738954854607819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3429738954854607819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/11/mujhe-khushkismati-mein-panaah-diya.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5866778455304546220</id><published>2009-10-14T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:57:51.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This individual has had too many lemons handed to her by life. She could've made lemonade, but she's out of sugar. She sought it at the wrong place. &lt;i&gt;Whoops&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she knows where to look now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And where not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she'll succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I'm not quite sure why the world's buzzing at Obama's Nobel Peace Prize. He has single-handedly &lt;b&gt;unified &lt;/b&gt;an entire nation - ironically the very nation that once lambasted 'coloured' individuals - into believing in the possibility of a better world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="me" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;u⋅ni⋅fy&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="pg"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: inline; font-style: italic; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;–verb (used with object), verb (used without object), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;-fied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;-fy⋅ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-size:13px;"&gt;To make or become a single entity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="body" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="13px" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="pbk" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="13px" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if that isn't peace, I don't want to know what is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5866778455304546220?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5866778455304546220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5866778455304546220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5866778455304546220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5866778455304546220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-individual-has-had-too-many-lemons.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6360241349864943997</id><published>2009-09-28T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:23:51.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHUBHO BIJAYA&lt;div&gt;HAPPY DUSHERRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pujo was good this year. Mightve been better if promos hadnt been a looming spectre. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya after promos(=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6360241349864943997?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6360241349864943997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6360241349864943997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6360241349864943997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6360241349864943997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/09/shubho-bijaya-happy-dusherra-pujo-was.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8506738673445704057</id><published>2009-09-18T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:58:01.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Shubho Mohaloya all Bengalis(=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masti ka mauka hai (kyun khud ko roka hai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyunki MOE ko humaare band bajaane mein kuchh zyaada hi mazaa aata hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promos ko lekar itni khushi ho rahi hai, itni khushi, ki...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...main zyaada na bolun toh achha hahi =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onward, J1s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8506738673445704057?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8506738673445704057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8506738673445704057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8506738673445704057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8506738673445704057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/09/shubho-mohaloya-all-bengalis-masti-ka.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-7656921980342165882</id><published>2009-09-13T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T05:22:33.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are we awesome or what? :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dM9orHsfJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dM9orHsfJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get this outta my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8pG-9n4K34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8pG-9n4K34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZks6r-3RiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZks6r-3RiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nigamism FTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-7656921980342165882?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6919176965296327105</id><published>2009-09-06T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:17:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Responding to the request for an 'update'&lt;div&gt;And reacting to AnkitaM's blogpost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;'i'm pathetically in love with shahid kapur.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't we all? =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[well. most of 'us', if you can figure who that may refer to]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And goshes, my voice was coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got lost again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who's walking around with a perma &gt;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont answer that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6919176965296327105?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6919176965296327105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6919176965296327105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6919176965296327105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6919176965296327105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/09/responding-to-request-for-update-and.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Gaayein&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar Ka Geet Goonjein Jahaan&lt;br /&gt;Vahi Hai Mera Hindustaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiza Bhi Kya Dilwaali Hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kabhi Holi Kabhi Diwali Hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basanti Jhoole Lehraaye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jahaan Nadiyaan Hain Balkhaaye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jahaan Har Ek Cheez Hai Pyaari&lt;br /&gt;Sabhi Chaahat Ke Pujaari&lt;br /&gt;Pyaari Jiski Hai Zabaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vahi Hai Mera Hindustaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-4751057762628047792?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/4751057762628047792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=4751057762628047792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4751057762628047792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4751057762628047792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/08/jahaan-phoolon-ka-bistar-hai-jahaan.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8909317791881448798</id><published>2009-07-09T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:04:12.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dear people who (still) come to this blog.&lt;div&gt;Truckloads of apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June's been one hellish experience - first time ever, i usually love holidays like a normal kid. But my holidays have never been the sort that guarantees a sword (called Common Tests, or Examinations for the uninformed) hanging over my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or in the vicinity of my neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope its not pleasant, morbid people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, I love life. I'm not suicidal over grades, although theyre reason enough to be. Nah, life's too short. It's all about picking oneself up and moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two days I love, that fall directly during the June hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th June and 22nd June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th June: The birthday of the guy I treasure the most in this world. The birthday of the being who can annoy me and make me laugh in the same instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthday of my kid brother, RohanD. Albeit not a kid anymore because he's a grown up &lt;i&gt;teenager&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22nd June: Simply put, my birthday. Yup, i'm seventeen now. The spelling of my age is longer than my full name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd love to thank everyone individually, and I tried my best. I'd thought of listing everyone who'd wished me, down here. I even have a list of everyone, but in the offchance that I miss anyone, a simple apology simply. wouldnt. do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence I'd like to extend a largely general thank you to each and every person who'd wished me happy birthday over a span of 21st to 26th June(=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch Angels and Demons with Stuti and RohanD, it's a helluva movie. Nothing on the book though =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CTs. Let's conveniently forget that part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After CTs, Monday- Youth Day, 6th July. Went out with AnkitaM (whose birthday it was, and whose bday celebrations I really did not want to infringe upon =/), Sarayoo, Archana, Tisha P, Kinnari, Leena N =D that. Was super fun. Watched a movie, not bad. Slightly crude though =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Aaj Kal songs are Pritam's major comeback songs for sure. His trademark chords and scales are all present. ME LIKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I gotta go and play the piano because I seriously feel like it. To hell with the potential depressants in my life xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CYA 2MRW SHAKTI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, I dont know who you are, Maanav. Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8909317791881448798?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8909317791881448798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8909317791881448798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8909317791881448798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8909317791881448798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-dear-people-who-still-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6521391305842181380</id><published>2009-06-01T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:36:06.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Infinite apologies to this blog. It's rather dead, yes. &lt;em&gt;Pardonnez moi&lt;/em&gt; &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what to post. Sarayoo provides me with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale says:&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT SANGAMAM&lt;br /&gt;its highlight&lt;br /&gt;which was your singing&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;and our cheering&lt;br /&gt;and drummer boy!&lt;br /&gt;how he dropped his drumsticks etc&lt;br /&gt;gautham's fedora&lt;br /&gt;all the people who came&lt;br /&gt;how everything went awesomelyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;and the dancing!&lt;br /&gt;yogesh, sutha, aishwarya, karthikeyan? hahahahahh ROFL that was hilarious, btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up we have –scrolls up- SANGAMAM and its highlight, which does NOT happen to be my singing. More likely, they happen to be ‘Drummer Guy’ and ‘Guitar Guy’, to all the respective fans =D And why not; they are deserving of their fans’ adoring fandom(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extending deepest gratitude towards: Latha, Indera, Sharanya and Divya, J2 ICs for the ‘Singing Item’, for having taken me in, and having trust enough in me to be able to unworriedly give me tamil parts/song to sing. Ramakrishna, the only other J1 singer, for having adapted to the high scale(s) I’d mistakenly given Anusha to play. Anusha, for the awesome right-hand accompaniment for the songs! They were so tremendously awesome. ‘Guitar Guy’ Gautham, for being the demi-God of music [ahem. Sonu Nigam is the God xD] and figuring out great chords for the tamil songs ‘Drummer Guy’ Hariharan, much sought after by my juniors –cough-, for picking up beats of a song just by listening. To us singing, and not the actual song. I swear that’s super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time while singing the songs was simply, for want of a better word, magical. And I mean this in many ways. I guess I should say that I was humbled by the cheering; that’s the politically correct answer. Nah. Rather, my morale was boosted; I felt good about myself. And that went beyond any humbling experience. I am greatly thankful to each person who’d supported me, in more ways than one, via smses, IMs, verbally [cheering or face-to-face], whether they were present, or weren’t. I cannot begin to be grateful to you guys enough. Just. Many, many, MANY thanks (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apologies if I’d messed up the pronunciation for any tamil parts I was given to sing. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariharan dropped his drumsticks. I’d bet all the singers were like ‘what’s he gonna do now’ He stared at it while it rolls to the end of the stage. Then he coolly picks up another pair of sticks. THAT WAS HE-LA-RE-US, and I couldn’t stop my voice from wavering with laughter for the next song. Whoops &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gautham’s fedora just made him look enigmatic. Which was the desired effect I think(x Also, I believe he improvised on the spot for a couple of places. Same with Anusha. She was so edgy before the show. I wonder why now. She absolutely put in supplementary variations for the songs, that she came up with ON THE SPOT. THAT, I declare, is talent =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I shall break to read AnkitaM’s post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now AnkitaM’s post humbles me. I'd probably be kicked out during auditions itself, Ankitaji, how to get famous for being 'Ria's friends'? Haha! THANKS ANKITA FOR COMING. AND FOR STAYING BACK WITH ME TILL 4PM AT RG ON THURSDAY. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, wonder what I’d do devoid of you =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t hate my hair so much. Sars’ and your hair = so wonderful. Natural curls and all. Mine’s just straight. And lank. And straight. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah I’d messed up a few spots during Bollywood dance. BUT SERIOUSLY, THE DARK EFFECT AND THE ALTERNATING LIGHTS TOTALLY COVERED UP MY MISTAKES. THANK THE LORD. THANK THE OS TOO, AND THE PAVEE, for quickly teaching me the steps, and for practising insanely with me, even though she could do the steps already, respectively. YAY =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION SHOW: I was in the 70s group with Rashmi, Subra, Sutha and Shawaf. I guess our practices were rather awkward – the steps were so strange. And then we all got used to it. WOOHOO, SEVENTIES ROCK. 50s, 60s, 80s and 90s were zehr hysterical too; 00s were very modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1/J2 dramas, albeit a very significant language barrier being present, were very well done, as per the others’ comments. I wouldn’t comment much on it, not having been able to watch it with a translator by my side, but I do know gists of the stories. Good storylines, and great performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tamil Dances! aka Salted Yela Fish Dance. VERY FUNNY. Awesomely choreographed! ROCKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple dance! Poignant and touching; very nice. Talented bunch-o people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to AV people. Without whom, the stage would’ve been dark and soundless. And there’d have been no show =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the people who’d bought tickets from me, and who’d come to support me: Juhi, Sonal, LavaK, Sarayoo, AnkitaM, Archana, Kinnari, Aritra, Mush, Pratyush (who didn’t manage to come), Shriranshini (ditto), Viren (ditto once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please proceed to facebook for pictures and videos. After all, pictures paint a thousand words. And videos paint a few thousand more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a deeply rewarding production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6521391305842181380?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6521391305842181380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6521391305842181380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6521391305842181380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6521391305842181380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/06/infinite-apologies-to-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3721193174369608621</id><published>2009-05-02T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:17:03.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am quite pissed off. Besides the joke of a time I had today, it turns out that all the files in my computer are deleted. Which means that every single bit of work, every single song, every picture and every video has been deleted from the recesses of my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I GONNA DO ABOUT MY PI?! IT'S GONE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall attempt to dispel haunting thoughts about my PW, and move on to most pressing issues. Namely the post I'd promised Risha before catastrophe befell my ancient computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just forget about the Hindi Exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABOBARSHO '09. A gratifying experience as always. Though not many turned up [AnkitaM, Risha, Stuti, Pratyush, Neel, Prunoti and &lt;u&gt;Aritra&lt;/u&gt; - who came at my behest =D] I guess its what added value to the fun. Too many people just result in small clique-y segments with no interactions between them. Reached Kreta Ayer Auditorium. A highly god-forsaken place o.o" I mean. We got lost. And that's a feat to achieve in SINGAPORE. Had to call AnkitaM and navigate through deserted alleys to get there. Then I called Aritra over to the place too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Risha, Prunoti and Stuti, who'd successfully helped Prat upend his plate of food by placing a glass of dunnowhat dead smack centre of it. Then I got the cool wristband thingums they were giving out upon confirming attendance. Got food to eat and felt bad eating cuz Aritra couldnt get food [cuz he's not a member]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went inside and met with Ankita's &lt;em&gt;jasoos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bhai&lt;/em&gt; Avishek and Gullu. Then went to look for Risha and phailed. Risha found us though, while we were trudging back to the seats x) yay. Risha went backstage and me, Ankita, Prat and Aritra went to watch the show. Neel joined us later. Stuti joined us after the interval. Risha and Prunoti were in the same item - WHICH WAS AWESOMELY CHOREOGRAPHED BY STUTI'S MOM =D - and they joined us after that. Didnt watch much of the rest of the show &gt;&lt; Too busy talking/catching up/joking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risha's sis was so cute x) AND S AUNTIE'S CHOREOGRAPHY WAS STUPENDOFANTABULOUSLYSUPERELASTICPLASTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is so OLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risha Quote Well, I guess everything worked out well Endquote.&lt;br /&gt;It did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Aritra, for coming on my request(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks AnkitaM, Risha, Stuti, Pratyush, Neel, Prunoti, &lt;em&gt;jasoos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bhai&lt;/em&gt;, Gullu and Aritra for having made the experience one of its kind =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ee lo Risha. Tore vaaste, humra ee sasura post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3721193174369608621?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3721193174369608621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3721193174369608621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3721193174369608621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3721193174369608621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-quite-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8088794672041663772</id><published>2009-04-15T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:32:36.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Liquid Dance from Slumdog Millionaire is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Also Emotional Attyachaar. Risha knows why x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave new Sonu Nigam songs. Nice ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone's gonna see this post. It's been quite long again. Please tag the dead tagboard. Tell me that you were here. It'll make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh tomorrow's gonna be weird )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC is so...headachy. I have a headache every single day. I am also roaming anti-socially up and down the length and breadth of RJ, because social obligations just seem like more boxed items on my 'stuff to do' list. Yes, this is what I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling ill almost every single day. I'm sneezing while I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a higher note, IDance has commenced practices for Sangamam. Everyone outside RJCICS, heed this call, pray come for the programme x) heartiest gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, BCIP has finally decided where to visit. So fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shubho Nabobarsho, people!&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8088794672041663772?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8088794672041663772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8088794672041663772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8088794672041663772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8088794672041663772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/04/liquid-dance-from-slumdog-millionaire.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8703230455140782246</id><published>2009-04-01T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:45:10.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This demands a blogpost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAFFLES INSTITUTION [JUNIOR COLLEGE] INDIAN DANCE TEAM TRIUMPHS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN THE SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOUTH FESTIVAL, CENTRAL JUDGING, INDIAN DANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A harbinger of many more achievements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONWARD, RI[JC] INDIAN DANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8703230455140782246?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8703230455140782246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8703230455140782246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8703230455140782246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8703230455140782246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-demands-blogpost-raffles.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6956519172677906728</id><published>2009-03-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:00:27.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been more than a hundred million years since I've posted. And this one's gonna be small, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many apologies towards those who'd dropped by this place since I went AWOL. Specially the silent readers who dont even vent their frustrations towards me on my tagboard [One of whom I'd met in Bishan MRT Station ystd. Pleased to meet you!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC. I'm just going with the flow, not noticing my surroundings, not caring, not seeing, not watching, not giving a damn. I have a small group of people who I'm close to, and I'm pretty happy that way. Let's just say thank the Lord JC's only for 2 years. Because any more time beyond that spent in JC. Will. Just. Kill. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends in the neighbouring school too. Thanks for being there. Without you guys, I'll forget that I ever had a life. Similar thanks goes to Viren. LavaK and AnkitaM. And Kinnari(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this small issue about perceived impressions. Guess what, I might not have cared too much, if it werent for this small administrative matter. I need to get around to sorting out what I'd been stoically trying to ignore since forever. You. And you. Are in for some explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonu Nigam's velvet dulcet tones have been my soothing support, strong as a pillar, soft as a feather, effective as Panadol [on me at least] I'm not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IND SYF Team FTW(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been missing Gavel though)=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still. Quite. Fun(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my phone. Cyber-Shot is awesome. My brother learns the guitar now. I learn along with him x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say. Ankita M, Lava K, Sarayoo, all you guys, COME OVER TO RJ QUICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. I look forward to year end. I need to escape to Baroda ASAP. Which reminds me. Havent called Baroda since the past 2 months. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall go now.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6956519172677906728?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6956519172677906728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6956519172677906728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6956519172677906728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6956519172677906728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-more-than-hundred-million.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-4139934257191183508</id><published>2009-01-26T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:58:35.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three major events tuh-day -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. HAPPY INDIAN REPUBLIC DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAYOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-26th January '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing that phail song '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phoolon Sa Chehra Tera&lt;/span&gt;' on TV. I remember a parody (reflex action for whenever I hear phail songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaanton sa chehra tera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gadhon si muskaan hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rang tera dekhke roop tera dekhke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kutte pareshaan hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o" kk weird recollection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are doing weird quizes on facebook and tagging me. I find that I actually enjoyed doing the first one. Not bad. I shall do this random quiz cuz Juhi told me to(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to post about. Tell me what to post, whoever still comes to this blog =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-4139934257191183508?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/4139934257191183508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=4139934257191183508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4139934257191183508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4139934257191183508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/01/helloo-three-major-events-tuh-day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1992748894136611060</id><published>2009-01-22T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:17:15.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I were to emulate societal norms, I would change this blog's skin. But I think, after approx. 2 years of stagnancy, I think the skin lends a certain class to the blog's identity, whatsay? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mein grüner Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIP hasnt been very beneficial as of yet. CCA trials are so late, and JIP stuff ends so early, that we go home, eat, sleep, then return to RJ )= which is annoyingly exhausting, saps me of my energy. No school today cuz of CNY, hence I took advantage of my time and slept till 10 am. Days of pent up fatigue released today. Lectures on intro to geography/history/literature should be made optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you to know.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My brother is smsing me from RI to tell me he's bored. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il perfecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm still obssessed about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maahi&lt;/span&gt;. How cool is that. And I likes Billu Barber songs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marjaani &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Mera Hit Hit&lt;/span&gt;. And&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Khudaya Khair&lt;/span&gt;. My piano exam is coming up, but I cant stand the exam pieces this year. Tsk.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I need to prepare something for tonight. But I dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tschüss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1992748894136611060?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1992748894136611060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1992748894136611060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1992748894136611060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1992748894136611060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were-to-emulate-societal-norms-i.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1931130059381449021</id><published>2009-01-15T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:43:48.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taglines &lt;/span&gt;for Ria and Stuti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria - A Jacket's Her Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuti - I'm A Jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1931130059381449021?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1931130059381449021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1931130059381449021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1931130059381449021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1931130059381449021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/01/taglines-for-ria-and-stuti-ria-jackets.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-7453302512081249082</id><published>2009-01-09T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:02:27.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Debaleenaji &lt;/span&gt;(who's currently in an exchange programme with IITb =O!) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KinnaRIji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(happy now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bore witness to my scriptwriting abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation was 'What will happen if Ria joins Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Challenge '11?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adi&lt;/span&gt;'s (Aditya Narayan) lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Khabar aaya hai ki humaare saath maujood yeh veeraangana- jo ki bohot khoobsoorat, susheel aur dildaar hain, aur&lt;/span&gt;-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earphone-waala-guy&lt;/span&gt;: '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OYE CONCENTRATE KAR&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adi: &lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-haan haan, inke liye sirf teen log hi vote kar rahe hain. In teeno ka humein pata chal chuka hai'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ek hain Ms Debaleena Paul, jo ki mere khaas dost Rahul Vaidya ki patni hain.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Doosra hai ek ladka, jo ki kisi paagal khaane ke 24-ghante hotline telephone se votes de raha hain - aur jo votes dete waqt Riaji ke saath baat karne ka sujog maangta rehta hai'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Aur teesra, iss vishwayuddh ka sutradhaar. Jo ki main hoon&lt;/span&gt; (='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-7453302512081249082?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/7453302512081249082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=7453302512081249082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7453302512081249082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7453302512081249082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-debaleenaji-whos-currently-in.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6078979868877756991</id><published>2009-01-07T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:52:06.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TWO of my awesomely cool nails BROKE today.&lt;br /&gt;I cut one off. It looks so horrible, I'm putting off cutting the other one for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)= It's a sad, SAD day. At least its limited to only one of my hands. All the fingernails on the other hand are SAFE (touchwood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cheap, weak, clear, bleagh nail-polish. My nails were better off with the silver one. From Baroda. W called me vain for tending to my nails so much D= [Yup. W. =X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranbeer Rano's Ranbeer has been changed. Gah. I preferred the previous one boooo. Yes I watch Zee soaps. Quite some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W'S BDAY PARTY THIS SUN =D something to look forward to. First party of the year x) cuz I did absolutely nothing to usher the new year in, 31st night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latoo is such a straaange, weeeeird song. It's not even spelt right -.-" I'm still on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maahi &lt;/span&gt;high btw =D because I cant get it out of my head. It's been 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest I've liked a song is 1 yr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAIN AGAR KAHOON&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, I still love it(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt;Goings.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6078979868877756991?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6078979868877756991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6078979868877756991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6078979868877756991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6078979868877756991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-of-my-awesomely-cool-nails-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5975438040256981860</id><published>2009-01-05T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:39:49.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Billu Barber songs are out...(x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides that? I miss India =S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a random post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5975438040256981860?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5975438040256981860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5975438040256981860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5975438040256981860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5975438040256981860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/01/billu-barber-songs-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6835780993664941152</id><published>2009-01-02T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:48:19.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinnaswamy &lt;/span&gt;asked for it. Anonymous messages to all the people who've made impacts in my life recently. Favourable and unfavourable alike(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUYOUYOU. Tomorrow, I'll call you and find out that you were sitting beside the phone cuz you were expecting a call from me :D I miss you and her )= AND I NEED TO TALK TO YOU BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are currently annoying me to bits. But I find it slightly endearing. Slightly. Keep that up honey, and I'll keep you on your toes in return, how about that? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU. I cheat; you have made no impact in my life. I just wanted to say that I think you look like a rodent. Cheers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear innocent friend. You've made  3 of the 4 secondary school years of my life very, very sweet. I miss you very very much, having left RG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaj ke liye bas itna hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pyaas bujhaane ke liye hum bhi maikhaane nikle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Socha tha khuda se teri shikaayat kar doon, voh bhi tere aashiq nikle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall sign off&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6835780993664941152?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6835780993664941152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6835780993664941152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6835780993664941152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6835780993664941152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/01/kinnaswamy-asked-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1649003038075227199</id><published>2009-01-01T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:02:11.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Devesh uncle! &lt;/span&gt;- 1st Jan '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to make resolutions. They force me to think of my shortcomings. And mulling over things I dont have, or have less of, isnt quite what I'd like to do on New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that JC life is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meherbaan &lt;/span&gt;to me. Hope I might possible, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;, start liking the prospect of going-to-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, my neighbours in Baroda get a computer SOON, (as they'd said) so that keeping in touch with them and my grandparents wouldnt be too much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck, once again, for all who're going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1649003038075227199?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1649003038075227199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1649003038075227199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1649003038075227199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1649003038075227199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8154912383201731956</id><published>2008-12-29T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:08:51.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The India Trip o8 post marked my 200th post. Yeah it took me this long =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY SIXTEENTH W! &lt;/span&gt;- 29th December 08&lt;br /&gt;Finally of our age :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Ankita M's return from Houston today at my house. Took nightmode-d shots at my house to mark the occasion. Thanks Stuti and Ankita for making my day(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up on facebook, for anyone interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maa Da Laadla &lt;/span&gt;has some really awesome lyrics. Too good =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maahi &lt;/span&gt;improves my mood by leaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still miss India. &lt;/span&gt;Thank the Lord for technology, which provides me with the priviledge of keeping contact with all whom I miss, or I'd have gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone starting school on Friday, best of luck, and have a fruitful start-of-the-year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8154912383201731956?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8154912383201731956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8154912383201731956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8154912383201731956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8154912383201731956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/12/india-trip-o8-post-marked-my-200th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-649894780396294079</id><published>2008-12-25T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T05:58:11.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missing India isnt a new experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet this time round, it's almost sapping me of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what it was this time round that's held my mind and heart hostage there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-649894780396294079?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/649894780396294079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=649894780396294079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/649894780396294079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/649894780396294079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-india-isnt-new-experience-for.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-2830969136277374072</id><published>2008-12-18T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:26:15.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;India Trip '08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year's trip leaves a mark of immense depth in my memory, but this year's trip is most definitely one that will keep my soul warm and company in Singapore till the next time I do descend upon my homeland once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My visit was approximately 20 days long. 3 weeks seemed to have passed by in 3 days. In fact, upon reaching Singapore, when I looked around, all I could think was '&lt;em&gt;3 weeks &lt;/em&gt;have passed?!' Sometimes, time flying when we're having a good time is not always a good thing, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I'd said last year, about India Visit '07, I don't usually sleep till late on days I'm to travel to India. But in this year's case, I hadnt much of a choice. See, my flight was at 7:30 am in the morning, meaning to say that I had to wake up at 4am. I was pretty awake at 0330 hrs, despite having spoken to LavaK and Sarayoo till 12mm-ish the previous night. When I'm excited, you cannot stop me from being active x) (on the other hand, if i'm depressed, i go right to sleep o.o")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the SIA flight to Mumbai was pleasant and comfortable, as are all Singapore Airlines flights. Five hours passed easily, in-flight entertainment was ample and satisfactory. Watched Mere Baap Pehle Aap o.o" it was a little draggy, but fine I suppose. Then Bruce Almighty, cuz I'd never watched it before, believe it or not. Landed at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport at around 10 am IST. I got to take my own phone there :D so I gave a call to my Mamaji. He reached promptly and we started for home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALTAMOUNT ROAD :D the road upon which Ambani's building his famous 27-storey wonder. It's a sight to behold, even under construction. Well, a sight to behold can also be used to describe my Mamaji's place. Awesome apartment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The road also features a few embassies, and Aza the designer boutique x) basically a posh area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also missed Mimi Didi by 4 days. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The terror attacks happened the very day Mimi Didi arrived in Mumbai. I was very restless after hearing about that. Thank the Lord everyone's fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jinhone humaare kal ke liye apne kal ki beparvaah qurbaani di, un shaheedon ko mera sar jhukaakar pranaam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The next day we woke up at 4am to catch the train at 5am. Fell asleep on the Baroda-bound train immediately after boarding it. Slept an undisturbed sleep till about 7am, after which I stared out of the window, watching all the sights and hearing all the sounds that I dont usually get to see anywhere else. As Ankita M says, rice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khetts &lt;/span&gt;are a-plenty during train rides (: and since it was from Maharashtra to Gujarat,  it was rather cool to pass by Borivali (last station of Mumbai) and come into Vapi (first station of Gujarat). The difference was immediate; all advertisements in Mumbai are written in the Devanagari text (hindi), whereas Vapi onwards feature ads in Gujarati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gujarati reading improved by leaps and bounds xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only negative point to note about Gujarat Express is that they didnt provide food D: we were so damn hungry by the time we reached Valsad, my mom ventured out at Ankleshwar (i think) to get us food :S thankfully she was back by the time the train started moving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Baroda at around 2pm, upon which we went home, then to the nursing home where my Dadu was. He'd been admitted the previous day. Thankfully, it wasnt too serious. Deepti was home when we reached home, hence she came with us to see Dadu. Upon reaching Amar Complex, I'd leant back to take pictures of the place. Within this span of time, I spotted this fella walk past and grinning at Deepti. Rohan hadnt been able to recognize him even after glancing at him once. Akshay (Deepti's brother) has grown so damn tall, it was difficult to place him at first glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week was spent in renewing our friendships. The 4 of us have known each other for years. Yet due to the geographical distances, we'd not really kept in touch with each other. Deepti was most hilarious on the 2nd day itself. She'd demanded help in her homework. Hence I'd become her tuition teacher for 20 days, no allowance. Once she had to write about the disadvantages of food (read: malnutrition, obesity etc). What she suggested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepti&lt;/span&gt;: Didi yeh chalega?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;:Kya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepti&lt;/span&gt;: We should not eat hair oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me rofling for quite a long time. While we're at funny quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;: ...what did you order there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RohanD&lt;/span&gt;: I asked for extra cheese in my coke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;: ...whut? o.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Deepti was talking to her aunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepti&lt;/span&gt;: Buaji, mujhse baatein mat karo, kutte peechhe padh jaayenge aapke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akshay and Deepti arguing about the TV volume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akshay&lt;/span&gt;: Papa dekhiye Deepti ne volume kahaan rakha hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepti&lt;/span&gt;: Papa aapne kahaa tha ki volume 15 tak rakhna chahiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunil Uncle&lt;/span&gt;: Haan, toh ab volume kitni hai *checks volume, finds it at 5*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunil Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; Arrey jeeyo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an instance whereby this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sadhu &lt;/span&gt;(sage? saint?) came wandering up our street. That was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadhuji to Rohan&lt;/span&gt;: Aap bohot mann lagake padhiye, bohot aage jaayenge aap blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rohan&lt;/span&gt;: o.o" Um, shukriya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akshay to Ria&lt;/span&gt;: Talli hoke aaya hai, mooh se baans aa rahi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;: *rofl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhu wanders away to another house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another house auntie&lt;/span&gt;: Akshay, aapke ghar voh paagal baba aaya tha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akshay&lt;/span&gt;: Haanji auntie, bohot peeke aaya tha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another house auntie&lt;/span&gt;: Vahi main soch rahi thi, asli baba hota toh film ka gaana nahi gaata na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;: *hits Rohan for annoying her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rohan&lt;/span&gt;: I DONT PAY YOU TO HIT ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;: You dont pay me honey -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a comic scene straight out of a hindi movie. The guy who brings in potable water for us was riding towards us on his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Potable water guy&lt;/span&gt;: *tries to go past the red barrels barricading the street*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akshay&lt;/span&gt;: Aap kya jaldi mein hain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PWG&lt;/span&gt;: Nahi, kyun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akshay&lt;/span&gt;: Stand kaun uthayega, main?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PWG&lt;/span&gt;: *glances down at his bike* Arrey haan mujhe pata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rohan, Deepti, Ria, Akshay: &lt;/span&gt;...nahi chala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yeah. That would be it I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akshayji contracted dengue in the 2nd week. All the members of his and my family were at their wits ends. Praise the Lord, he recovered within 5 days touchwood. He was back home by the Monday of the third week. 2 days later Deepti got typhoid =S We'd come away while she was on the mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandan and Devendra, Akshay and Deepti's cousin brothers, came to Baroda sometime in the 2nd week. Chandan from Anand and Devendra from Rajkot; they study there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge highlight of this year's visit was the fact that we'd play Dark Room so obssessively. Everyday, promptly at 6:30pm, we'd end up at Nupur's (neighbour, lives in the house behind Akshay's) or Akshay's and we'd play continuously for about a couple of hours. We'd never get tired of that game. As days passed, we'd think of new strategies and tricks to fool the catcher x) very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, playing blindfold had never been as fun as this trip's xDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sardarji of the society invited us to his birthday party. Indian kiddy parties are very...scary o.o" Upon entry, they welcomed Rohan and Akshay in by hitting them with bolsters, with 'Tu Muskura' playing in the background. This went on for quite a while, unless' Maahi' or 'Everything's Gonna Be Alright' came on TV. They'd ceasefire, and we'd ALL sing, however tuneless we are. Nupur and I just sat at one end of the room while the bolster thing was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their swing was seriously cool too xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strangeness I noticed in India was that my friends were all interested in knowing if I'd watched Dostana or not o.o". And when I replied in the affirmative, theyd wonder aloud if I'd understood the theme of the movie =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Shivani for example. She's my mom's ex-classmate's daughter, who came to visit us from very far away. She was very amused to have learnt that I understood the underlying major message of Dostana. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kyun bhai? NRIs ka yeh sab jaanna galat hai&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 16th December 08, we made our way back to Mumbai. A day later, we flew back to Singapore. I'd never, ever, missed a trip so completely and heartily than this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank LavaK (who was in Baroda 2 days after I'd left it -.-" awesome timing), Viren, Kinnari, Sreya and RohanD for having listened to my endless refrain (ahem. I MISS BARODA :S). Thank you veryveryvery much, the 5 of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of you know my aim for next year. Hushush(: and thanks for agreeing to help me realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently addicted to '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maahi&lt;/span&gt;' from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raaz - The Mystery Continues.&lt;/span&gt; Sharib-Toshi, too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned Baroda on Sunday and spoke to Dadu and Akshay. Enough to lift my spirits for the week. Hopefully I can speak to Didu and Deepti the next time I do call there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS BARODA. I really really do. I created myself a life. I left it behind, wrapped within my mind and heart, in Baroda. Whatever I could ask for from life, I received ten-fold. And I realised that an internet connection and unlimited leisure time were nowhere in the list of things that make me happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as that song from Jumbo goes, Everything's Gonna Be Alright. And as Sreya pointed out, anything I really really want, I'll get it. Cuz if you want something with all your heart, the universe conspires to give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? It's OSO's monologue, merely anglicized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long post. Hopefully next year I feel the surge of excitement that I'd felt upon reading last yr's trip's blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LavaK, I miss you )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo, I'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-2830969136277374072?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/2830969136277374072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=2830969136277374072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2830969136277374072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2830969136277374072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/12/india-trip-08-every-years-trip-leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6801185543955164897</id><published>2008-11-21T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:43:05.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sky is blue; blueberries too&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to bid ya'll adieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my most creative at the moment. Apologies for the excruciating rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6801185543955164897?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6801185543955164897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6801185543955164897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6801185543955164897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6801185543955164897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/11/sky-is-blue-blueberries-too-time-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-7536050402676232732</id><published>2008-11-17T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:17:19.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we go overseas we'll dye our hair pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something wilder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;change our names and have the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neon green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;how about pink and neon green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad :D DONE&lt;br /&gt;whats your new name gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;heidi blum&lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heidi blum? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;okok then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OMG YOU CAN BE AISHWARYA RIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA how about aishwaRIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;that's the best&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank youuuu&lt;br /&gt;andandand you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting very excited abt our future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so'm i!! it sounds very promising and fruitful :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert a particular hindi teacher's name here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SET AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert&gt;[insert a particular hindi teacher's name here] and aishwaria&lt;br /&gt;SURE :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha this has to go up on my blog man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey then we'll change the colours of our nails everyday okay!&lt;br /&gt;monday yellow, tuesday: green, weds: purple thursday: orange friday: blue&lt;br /&gt;etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup and the colour scheme changes every month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wake up and realise says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okay! yale and harvard&lt;br /&gt;here we commmmme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;theyre gonna have the greatest students EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is what boredom does to us. We have awesome creative ideas, TQVM&lt;/u&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;SREYA WE'RE TOO COOL :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random quotes:&lt;br /&gt;eirelaV:&lt;/strong&gt; My class has this guy who can twirl a bball on all of his fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;: O.O Whoa, that's -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eirelaV:&lt;/strong&gt; *counting fingers off* one two three four five SIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; - not possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eirelaV:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, not six&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RohanD:&lt;/strong&gt; Why's the song called 'Tandoori Nights?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;: Dunno. The place Himesh and Urmila were dancing at was called Tandoori Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RohanD:&lt;/strong&gt; They sell tandoori stuff there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; It's a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RohanD&lt;/strong&gt;: Tandoori Beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LavaK :&lt;/strong&gt; I shall attempt poetry now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria :&lt;/strong&gt; O.O" Sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LavaK :&lt;/strong&gt; You are like an ugly ixora bud ria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria :&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LavaK:&lt;/strong&gt; *plucks ixora bud* Nono listen , when you blossom, you become the most beautiful flower ever and open up your talent to the entire world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria :&lt;/strong&gt; ...thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LavaK :&lt;/strong&gt; * throws bud at the back and hits an old man*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria :&lt;/strong&gt; =O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LavaK&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;em&gt;Jaldi yaar&lt;/em&gt;. RUN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANKS YAAR LAVAK :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt; DAYS TO TAKE OFF. &lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt; DAYS. God.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-7536050402676232732?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/7536050402676232732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=7536050402676232732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7536050402676232732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7536050402676232732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/11/wake-up-and-realise-says-then-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6391837027231656977</id><published>2008-11-14T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:49:54.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O levels have ended for most, if not all. Messages of elation and exclamations of exulation are common sights and sounds nowadays. 'Specially with the promenade nights of various secondary educational institutes coming up in a few days, blogs have been proclaiming hairstyling, prom-clothes-and-paraphernalia shopping as part of their individual owners' schedule since the past 2 days. Continuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to say I know how their excitement feels, but that'd be a fib of the highest degree. See, I missed my own prom x) for a more entertaining and fruitful purpose xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt miss them photos though (credit Facebook) Faces I'd gotten used to within the past 4 years were unrecognisable o.o" Trust cosmetics to work wonders on them and go bonkers on me. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received news that I'd be missing my superb fantastic outstanding mindblowing (not history -.-") cousin MimiDidi at Mumbai by just a few days. &lt;em&gt;Kharaab &lt;/em&gt;timings &lt;em&gt;humesha mere saath hi hota hai&lt;/em&gt;, gah. Can't help it. Baroda might be cool. Might meet LavaK there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd November, wherefore art thou so long away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I like &lt;u&gt;'Haan Tu Hai'&lt;/u&gt; from Jannat. And no, its not by Sonu Nigam (by KK). Neither is it blasphemous for me to listen to songs other than those by Sonu Nigam - as assumed by Mdm DR. &lt;u&gt;Sonu Nigam still ownz though&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random quiz I uncovered. Just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Sounds You Hear On A Daily Basis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Voices (courtesy: family members)&lt;br /&gt;9. Sonu Nigam (:D)&lt;br /&gt;8. Footsteps&lt;br /&gt;7. Lift Upgrading Programme construction sounds&lt;br /&gt;6. TV&lt;br /&gt;5. Radio&lt;br /&gt;4. Piano&lt;br /&gt;3. Vehicles&lt;br /&gt;2. Humming (courtesy: my dulcet tones)&lt;br /&gt;1. Saare Jahaan Se Achha song (my neighbour's ringtone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine Animals You Like, But Wouldn't Want As Pets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eagle&lt;br /&gt;8. Dolphin&lt;br /&gt;7. Tiger&lt;br /&gt;6. Deer&lt;br /&gt;5 Cant&lt;br /&gt;4. Think&lt;br /&gt;3. Of&lt;br /&gt;2. Any&lt;br /&gt;1. More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight Bands You Discovered in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one. Muzik (sp?) from Rock On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven Things Sitting On Your Kitchen Counter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Milo Tin&lt;br /&gt;6. Microwave&lt;br /&gt;5. Mini Oven&lt;br /&gt;4. Tissue Roll&lt;br /&gt;3. Rice Cooker&lt;br /&gt;2. Toaster&lt;br /&gt;1. Spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six Colours You're Wearing (includes accessories)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Black&lt;br /&gt;5. White&lt;br /&gt;4. Blue&lt;br /&gt;3. Green&lt;br /&gt;2. Yellow&lt;br /&gt;1. Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet its not gaudy. See, BGRY are part of the &lt;u&gt;intricacies of the design on my TShirt&lt;/u&gt;. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things Written This Month On Your Calendar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Golmaal Returns! xDD&lt;br /&gt;4. FAM - not going&lt;br /&gt;3. DKC birthday!&lt;br /&gt;2. INDIA! :D&lt;br /&gt;1. MUMBAI - BARODA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Possible Reasons You'd Be In A Hospital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My ENT checkup&lt;br /&gt;3. Brother's ENT checkup&lt;br /&gt;2. Visit someone&lt;br /&gt;1. Internship (=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Languages You'd Like To Learn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Italian&lt;br /&gt;2 Gujarati (can communicate effectively in my place of origin)&lt;br /&gt;1. Urdu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Board Games You Played Last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Business&lt;br /&gt;1. ...Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Reason To Keep On Going Even When You Want To Give Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else is gonna succeed for me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag 10 people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna. =/&lt;br /&gt;I spare ten of my acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it became draggy after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6391837027231656977?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6391837027231656977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6391837027231656977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6391837027231656977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6391837027231656977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-levels-have-ended-for-most-if-not-all.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-4114175287764664469</id><published>2008-11-07T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:04:12.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr O's win during the Presidential Elections promises positive and fruitful changes to and in, the world. My best wishes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi songs are awesome. I like Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai because its so soulful =S And I like 'Phir Milenge Chalte Chalte' because its &lt;u&gt;so weird&lt;/u&gt; (AND BECAUSE SONU NIGAM LENT HIS VELVETY DULCET TONES TO THIS SONG :D). Its an amalgamation of tunes and lyrics from other songs. Its pure genius, because its difficult to put tunes and lyrics together and actually make sense out of it. Salim-Sulaiman and The Lyricist (sorry, dont know the name &gt;&lt;), I salute you (AND SONU NIGAM TOO :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yuvvraaj songs are beyond awesome. A.R. Rahman is a true representation of music (RIGHT AFTER SONU NIGAM :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom has made its presence felt once again, as my tagboard suggests, and my demeanour online. Hence I've been inundating my soul with music. My piano, voice and computer system has been exploited to its maximum, driving my mother up the wall. I'm currently not allowed on the piano )= Heartfelt apologies to the people I talk to online (i.e. KINNASWAMY); they have to put up with my music obsession thing (i.e. PHIR MILENGE CHALTE CHALTE). Also, apologies to those whose boredom I am unable to do away with (i.e. ACGPerson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no material to post about! So I shall take your leave(:&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-4114175287764664469?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/4114175287764664469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=4114175287764664469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4114175287764664469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4114175287764664469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-os-win-during-presidential-elections.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3005165471741522567</id><published>2008-11-02T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:25:28.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking of posting the storyline of 'Apna Sapna Mani Mani', but I thought of the stakeholders involved. Then I thought of the language barrier. Then I thought of how soundly I'd be sued if I did post. So nyehnyeh, not on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd send the story to you if you ask for it :D&lt;br /&gt;Copyright RK Productions (Not Raj Kapoor -.-" it's Ria-Kinnari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...๑۩۞۩๑ §}{rÏråh ๑۩۞۩๑... says:&lt;br /&gt;helllooo&lt;br /&gt;-яiα- says:&lt;br /&gt;youre in india?!&lt;br /&gt;...๑۩۞۩๑ §}{rÏråh ๑۩۞۩๑... says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;reached at indian time 2 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE IN INDIA TOO. See, everyone's going off to India/B'desh/US/Aust. (that's all I've heard of till now). I'll be off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come 22nd November -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even travel all the way to Baroda alone cuz its not just an airport away. I'd have to go from Mumbai to Baroda via Domestic flight too. Then from the airport, I'd need to catch a taxi/auto and travel 949469476 km home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICS/INO Farewell were awesomely cool yeah. THANK YOU ICS/INO Batch of '09, '10 and '11 for putting them up :D and the batch gifts. Awesome batch gifts, 'specially the Sec 2 one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got crowned 'Ms Ria-shammiya' during ICS Farewell (Thanks LavaK -.-")&lt;br /&gt;and received the 'Best Singer Avaard' for INO Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah great. Even though I still fight a lost battle -ahem- I DO NOT LOOK LIKE HIMESH RESHAMMIYA THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I DONT. I DO NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for RS with ASMAN (hey, cool acronym), also C and her friend. Came away early though. Mashi and Meshon were in town, but theyre currently in Jakarta. The thing ended at 11:30-ish I hear O.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAVAK WHICH WEEKDAY ARE YOU FREEEEEE? Call me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a frivolous post.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3005165471741522567?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3005165471741522567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3005165471741522567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3005165471741522567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3005165471741522567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-thinking-of-posting-storyline-of.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8673591021609154246</id><published>2008-10-26T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:33:13.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY DIWALI EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been &lt;u&gt;99846947674 years&lt;/u&gt; since I last posted, yeah. But nothing much to post now cept quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuti W Pavee and Ria were going to RJ together. Stuti and W, being weirdly enthusiastic, went ahead of the other 2. The latter 2, being themselves, were prudently dodging the &lt;u&gt;manymanymanymany&lt;/u&gt; puddles that infested Their Path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'This is the Path of Righteousness and Evil'&lt;/strong&gt; declares Pavee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Righteousness and Evil. What relation -?'&lt;/strong&gt; wonders Ria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'No wait, thats weird. But WRONGTEOUSNESS sounds stranger'&lt;/strong&gt; mused Pavee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ria and Shini were scouring Raffles City Mall together. While trying to locate a bathroom, they discuss Roadside Romeo together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Are there hot guys in that movie?'&lt;/strong&gt; inquires Shini aloud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'It's an animation movie - think again'&lt;/strong&gt; snaps Ria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'You may encounter hot &lt;u&gt;dogs&lt;/u&gt; in the movie though'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shini decides to question Ria's opinion of her outer appearance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Ria do I look ugly?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Nope'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Do I look pretty?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Yup'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Ohmygod I look pretty ohmygod I love you'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;And they say flattery gets you nowhere&lt;/u&gt;. I begs to differs &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think thats that for today. OH and a Roadside Romeo quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'ROOMEAOW! AIYO ROOMEAOW YOU CHEATING ME.'&lt;/strong&gt; -Charlie Anna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant get that quote out of my head. It's up on my &lt;u&gt;PM&lt;/u&gt; and on &lt;u&gt;Mush's blog&lt;/u&gt; hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8673591021609154246?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8673591021609154246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8673591021609154246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8673591021609154246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8673591021609154246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-diwali-everyone-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-512529722235663068</id><published>2008-10-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:57:24.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;PARODY :D (of O Hansini for all clueless)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh saandni&lt;br /&gt;Meri saandni&lt;br /&gt;Kahaan phoot chali&lt;br /&gt;Mere zindagi ka / Mere iss khopdi ko&lt;br /&gt;Band bajake / Jamkar pakaake&lt;br /&gt;Kahaan phoot chali&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-At the busstop immediately after PIE/BKE at Bt Panjang. Because Ria and Stuti were feeling bored :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's one on certain people too, but Ria will refrain from putting it up here. Rather not get sued TQVM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some random auntie with an truckload of eggs clutched in her hang gets off a bus&lt;br /&gt;Stuti gets this o.o" look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;"KITNE ANDE KHAATI HAI BUDHIYA?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kitne &lt;s&gt;aadmi&lt;/s&gt; ande thhe...?" intoned Ria, Gabbar Singh style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ROFLing for sometime, they realised that people werent going anywhere near the bench we were perched on. Sigh. No value for silliness-induced euphoria nowadays. Tsktsktsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-512529722235663068?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/512529722235663068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=512529722235663068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/512529722235663068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/512529722235663068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-saandni-meri-saandni-kahaan-phoot.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-7231254648833552351</id><published>2008-10-13T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:15:24.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm sorry for not posting soon, but I've been rather busy the past few &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Specially Sreya. &gt;&lt; i'm sorry hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll go off and do History essay now.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-7231254648833552351?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/7231254648833552351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=7231254648833552351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7231254648833552351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7231254648833552351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5052171312313177103</id><published>2008-10-08T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T04:11:08.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My desktop's been down for almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi O Level mugging took me through hell.&lt;br /&gt;Math PPA got deferred alright. To the day after my O Level.&lt;br /&gt;I've not gone for a single Durga Puja nighttime functions this year. I was supposed to go Nabomi Night, but guess what. &lt;em&gt;I have a Math PPA the next day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My EYAs are supposedly over.&lt;br /&gt;I had to enjoy a little less because of my brother's PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reaching the end of my tether.&lt;br /&gt;And trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not emoing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5052171312313177103?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5052171312313177103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5052171312313177103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5052171312313177103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5052171312313177103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-desktops-been-down-for-almost-week.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1415398836933791506</id><published>2008-09-30T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:22:57.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was the first day of Navratri (Mahalaya) on Monday. &lt;strong&gt;Shubho Mohaloya to one and all&lt;/strong&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EID MUBARAK/SELAMAT HARI RAYA PUASA&lt;/strong&gt; to all the Muslim individuals I know. Including &lt;u&gt;Imraan Khan&lt;/u&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's of Bengali descent by the way. Bengalis rock, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the sudden Imraan thing. I watched Sunday's episode of SRGMP, when Imraan came (w/Minissha Lamba) to promote 'Kidnap' and I realised how much I love him =P I WANT TO WATCH KIDNAP BTW. Imraan's playing the villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's gonna support the bad guy in the film (The good guy's Sanjay Dutt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing. I found this email forwarded to me from Sarayoo (THANK YOU! It made my day):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization) Announces INDIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM as the BEST National Anthem in the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indian National Anthem 'Jana Gana Mana', written and composed by Rabindranath Tagore has been chosen as the World's Best National Anthem by UNESCO. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Jana Gana Mana', written in Sanskritised Bengali, is the first of the five Brahmo hymn composed and scored by Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore. It was first sung at the Calcutta Session of the Indian National Congress, on 27 December, 1911. 'Jana Gana Mana' was officially adopted by the Constituent Assembly as the Indian National Anthem on January 24, 1950.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A formal rendition of the national anthem takes about forty-eight to fifty-two seconds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The National Anthem makes me tear everytime I hear it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to encompass my country's greatness, I fall short of words. Hence I wont try now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE INDIA&lt;/strong&gt; - this should suffice for now. Maybe, if the 'grand scheme of things' permits, I may serve my country in more tangible ways other than blogging about her. It's a cliched phrase, but it's very very true - that &lt;u&gt;I'm darn proud to be an Indian.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get off the comp and make my way to Razia's place right about...&lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1415398836933791506?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1415398836933791506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1415398836933791506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1415398836933791506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1415398836933791506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-was-first-day-of-navratri-mahalaya.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1507532615642782172</id><published>2008-09-27T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:03:22.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going for 'Hindi Seminar' by our teacher was FUH-NEE (pronounced 'funny', not fun-nay, like Renee or Renesmee - depending on whether you've been reading Breaking Dawn or not). I actually had a handful of quotes (A literal handful. I scribbled 'em down on my hand) but they got vhashed avhay. So I shall proceed to try and recall as many as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I like injections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Doesnt it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Yeah...well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I LIKE IT CUZ YOU GET A LOLLIPOP LATER&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;What is the synonym of 'vyateet'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;''Bitaana'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;That's right, bilkul sahi kahaa aapne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I got CLASS ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Of course you've got class, I'm taking it aren't I? -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;after doing 7 hours of hindi, RIA STUTI AND I CAN COMBINE OUR VOCABULARIES AND MAKE A HINDI DICTIONARY&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Hmm...get it checked by me first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*reading a passage* 'Ek baar aapaat sthiti mein phone band hone par...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;What does 'aapaat' mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Emergency. *continues reading* 'Aisi hi doosri aapaat sthitiyon se...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stut&lt;/strong&gt;i: &lt;em&gt;What does 'aapaat' mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria/W:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Ria'd already asked me o.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Oh really =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;W dont ask now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I had listened when you'd told Ria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Achha ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria/W:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;WE'VE GOT CLASS =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;TEACHER, MAIN AVSAADGRASTH HOON&lt;/em&gt; )=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W:&lt;/strong&gt; Teacher, youre very smart O=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, because I've just eaten Smarties :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RSW:&lt;/strong&gt; -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; You can get smart too *offers Smarties*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;What does 'vairaagya' mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wala&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Detachment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Correct&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wala&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; I have CLASS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I have MORE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;JOKE THA JOKE THA, hai na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Teacher dekho yeh dono mujhe avsaadgrasth kar rahe hainnnn =S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This 'class' thing went on throughout the lesson, and will probably continue for sometime hahah.&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD TO BLOG. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While talking to Sarayoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarayoo:&lt;/strong&gt; I have to go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeesh FINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarayoo&lt;/strong&gt;: *after a pause* If you howl like a wolf, i'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;: arrwooooooo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarayoo&lt;/strong&gt;: Thats the spirit :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wokay Aishwarya, the post you'd requested :D Note to Viren and Noel: MY FONT ISNT PINK/CREAM. Or youre probably just using Macs. Rest assured I hadnt opted for it. Sheesh I&lt;strong&gt; dont like pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vhokay, I goes now&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1507532615642782172?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1507532615642782172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1507532615642782172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1507532615642782172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1507532615642782172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-for-hindi-seminar-by-our-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1584963471968547285</id><published>2008-09-22T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:33:25.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ankita M told me she was watching 'Mard'&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mard taagewaala main hoon mard taangewaala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mujhe teacher kya maarega, main hoon principal ka saala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather crude yeah, but it made me laugh for awhile &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm hooked onto &lt;em&gt;shaayari &lt;/em&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rehnewaalon Se Nahi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaanewaalon Se Poochho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ki Zindagi Kya Cheez Hoti Hai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paanewaalon Se Nahi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khonewaalon Se Poochho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ki Izzat Kya Cheez Hoti hai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ameeron Ko Kya Dekthe Ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gareebon Se Poochho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ki Daulat Kya Cheez Hoti Hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arre Jisne Dil Diya Hai Usse Nahi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jiska Dil Toota Hai Usse Poochho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ki Mohabbat Kya Cheez Hoti Hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it cuz I read it at a very unlikely place, under a very diverse circumstance. The only thing I dont like about &lt;em&gt;shayari &lt;/em&gt;is MOST are about &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;. Either that, or its supposed to be a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; lame joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like the &lt;u&gt;URDU!&lt;/u&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will the goes now. Shortshortpost.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---edit---&lt;br /&gt;I JUST SAW MUSH COME ONLINE. I forgot about the actual purpose of this post &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mush&lt;em&gt;ji&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for having dedicated an over-the-top happy post to me; its heartening to note that &lt;em&gt;tomar mood theek hoye gachhe &lt;/em&gt;(pardon the excrutiating bengali transliteration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humesha haste khelte rahiyo, nahi to tumhaari band baja doongi. Yaad rahe &lt;/em&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1584963471968547285?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1584963471968547285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1584963471968547285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1584963471968547285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1584963471968547285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/09/ankita-m-told-me-she-was-watching-mard.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3098805503252166613</id><published>2008-09-15T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:12:58.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello. I blog cuz Claire requested me to :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many a-person have enquired about certain pictures on facebook, captioned 'The Sensibles' and 'The Insensibles'. Let me tell you a story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the 5th of September, a Friday. A certain W suggested the members of Free People on Friday to congregate on that very day, with the purpose of watching Rock On (WHICH IS AN AWESOME MOVIE :D). Subsequent to obtaining satisfactory response (Ramyia, Pavee, Ria, W, Sarayoo, Dhyuti), we settled on assembling at City Hall MRT Station and making our way to Shaw Towers from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MET YISHYUAN, CLAIRE AND AMANDA THERE (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarayoo came late. She fell into the ‘Insensibles’ category, without further ado :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the 5 of us ambled our way to the Taxi Stand, upon reaching which Ramyia and Pavee clambered onto a pristine white taxi, with cries of ‘Mercedes cab!’ brought towards Dhyuti, W and me along with the caressing zephyr of monsoon. We eyed the former 2 bemusedly while they voiced their destination to a similarly bewildered taxi driver. Dhyuti W and I then prudently chose to ride a friendly neighbourhood CityCab to Shaw Towers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Three Prudent Ones arrived at Shaw Towers in perfect time, leaving just about 10 minutes to the start of the show. Being caring individuals (and responsible global citizens), we enquired about the bearings of the other 3 other individuals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarayoo had arrived. More sensible, still Insensible :D Ramyia-Pavee were in BUGIS JUNCTION. The driver had eavesdropped on their conversation, contemplated ‘Rock On’, figured it was and english movie AND DROPPED THEM AT THE ENGLISH CINEMAS. Zomgeezus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;RDW were the first to enter the theatres. Sarayoo reached just as the movie’s opening credits rolled. Ramyia-Pavee made their entrée grande about 10 minutes into the movie. Nothing like coming fashionably late, hmm? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every single one of us were bowled over by the songs. With the possible exception of Dhyuti. Then again, she giggled her way through the scene whereby the doctor announced Rob’s imminent death. Dhyuti, Dhyuti (wags forefinger)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the movie, we took the legendary photos, whose captions captivated the attention of many. We divided equally. 3 Sensibles, 3 Insensibles. We wanted to –ahem- strike a balance. I then raced off for singing class, then SIFAS rehearsal. The others went home. And we lived happily ever after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Academy Day rehearsals and Day Of were similar, with W, Nitya P, S Ranshini, Sumukhi and me running around Republic Polytechnic, coming on stage for only a few minutes. Shini did my eyes. I looked scaryyy afterwards, BUT I LIKED :D TQ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We’re having options nowadays. Razia and I got into the same options classes, not bad not bad. We have hours of free time in between though. Some quotes, caused due to sheer boredom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti and I were going to Borders. I happened to notice something:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;You always push the doors, and I pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;That’s because I’m such a pushy person&lt;br /&gt;‘And I’m a pully?’&lt;br /&gt;‘YEAH. Youre a pull&lt;u&gt;e&lt;/u&gt;y!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Youre useful’&lt;/em&gt; she shrugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Razia and I were sauntering along the breadth of Isetan (Shows the extent of my boredom; I hate shopping)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; I hate grocery shopping the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Razia&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-10 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Razia&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;LETS GO GROCERY SHOPPING :D&lt;br /&gt;‘I DON’T LIKE IT!’&lt;br /&gt;‘NEITHER DO I. LETS GO!’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Do you know what to do now&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;*blank stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;It’s a method I’ve taught you before. You’d possibly even like it :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more blank stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;You have to sketch the graph before you integrate =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pavee:&lt;/strong&gt; *turns to look at Ria* &lt;em&gt;Life sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While passing by Canele the patisserie and chocolaterie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuti&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; Canele ki ho gayi sagaayi&lt;/em&gt; –we rounded a corner- &lt;em&gt;Isetan naachne ko chali aayi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quite random thankyouthankyou. I'm still hooked onto Sonu Nigam songs (not that there is any instant I'm not enthusiastic about them - at present nursing an inexorable &lt;u&gt;mania&lt;/u&gt;) In any case, Razia was humming 'Mere Haath Mein', and I happily let her know 'SONU NIGAM SANG THAT'. I spent an entire day just looking for songs by him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mohabbat Kabhi Maine&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;'Yaad'&lt;/em&gt;. Unadulterated bliss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall advance to, well, continue with my fixation&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3098805503252166613?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3098805503252166613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3098805503252166613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3098805503252166613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3098805503252166613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5959155942630425908</id><published>2008-09-09T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:19:36.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Bhuvaneswari, Pavithra and Esther! -7th Sept 'o8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've loved to update, yesyes, for a lot has transpired between last Monday (my last post, for the benefit of the clueless) and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlights:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Watched Rock On and then went for Academy Day rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; Academy Day rehearsals @ Republic Polytechnic Cultural Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; ACADEMY DAY @ Republic Polytechnic Cultural Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm feeling rather antagonistic, which sort of extinguished my desire to post &lt;strong&gt;=/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I shall overdose on &lt;u&gt;mints&lt;/u&gt; and pure undiluted &lt;u&gt;Sonu Nigam songs,&lt;/u&gt; of course. They work miracles on my jaded mindframe. Always. It's one of the things &lt;strong&gt;Aneek Dhar&lt;/strong&gt; and I agree on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;Sonu Nigam? Sonu Nigam is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;god&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh. I will the goes now.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5959155942630425908?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5959155942630425908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5959155942630425908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5959155942630425908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5959155942630425908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-bhuvaneswari-pavithra.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-4016952265327931406</id><published>2008-09-01T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:16:29.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY FIFTEENTH NOEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -31th August&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch BAH with Ankita J, Archana, Kinnari, Stuti and W. NICE =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 songs that I absolutely and completely adore ATM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfz1OJoLemU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfz1OJoLemU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YJ5lBpopP0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YJ5lBpopP0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZ4kegz6Zfs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZ4kegz6Zfs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'd be Jogi Mahi, Aahista Aahista and Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi(=&lt;br /&gt;Lovelovelovelovelove those songs&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-4016952265327931406?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/4016952265327931406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=4016952265327931406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4016952265327931406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4016952265327931406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-fifteenth-noel-31th-august-went.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5273936148470410311</id><published>2008-08-30T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:19:32.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post EYA blogpost(= Where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so free I get BORED easily. Starting from the day of our last paper (SS) itself. Stuti kept asking me why I was so morose. I genuinely wasnt, I was just seriously bored. Movie plans got cancelled seeing how all of us wanted to study for Hindi prelims (it's a first) the next day. I think movie plans are resumed on Monday =D but anyway. We walked from Borders to Wisma to Kino just to get Stuti's Breaking Dawn. OH OH I GOT A BREAKING DAWN TODAY! Yeah anyway so Thursday was rather drab, cept that I went home and procured means to watch God Tussi Great Ho, other than going to the theatres =P and I watched it. THE SONGS ARE FUNNY. The movie itself wasnt anything extraordinary. Funny though. Remake of Bruce Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for SIFAS Rehearsals, The Xtreme-Ego was there. WASTED TIME THERE, didnt learn much at all. Went home with hopes of returning the next day, when no one else would be there. Might learn something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, went to school. Teacher's Day, ACES Day etc etc. Shouldve stayed at home, was gripped with the Headache of the Century. Oh well. Went home and stared at the Hindi Mock Exam that neither of the RG Sec 4 Hindi girls went for. Found quite a few words difficult, sat with the dictionary and tackled the paper. Then glanced at the clock and ran for the bus-stop. Yes, late &gt;&lt;&gt;Admiralty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;1:30&lt;/strong&gt;) Ahah sorry &gt;&lt; Went to AMK and met Monica aunty. Cabbed to Serangoon Gardens Secondary School. Reached at about 2:50-ish (paper started at FOUR) but yeah, reached damn early. Ventured into the hall and sat down. Stuti and I were 2 among about 8 other ppl (o.o) from the various other NTIL languages. Then slowly ppl started trickling in (Sanjana W Risha Freya etcetc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class had the Shuqun PHP ppl and ACSI, VS and RG people. The former 2 schools = HAHAHA FUNNY. The teacher made us sit according to whatever random arrangement (nope. not alphabetical. neither schoolwise. neither genderbased. neither any other rational choice of arrangement really) she demanded (yes. demanded) from us. Was sitting btwn KM and Stuti. KM, being KM, struck the following conversation with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM: Are you smart?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Nope, not really (Sorry la. But awesome question begets awesome answer)&lt;br /&gt;KM: Not even a little?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: No&lt;br /&gt;KM: Can you do &lt;em&gt;sandhi&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: No&lt;br /&gt;KM: Couldnt you try? Help me?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Nope, couldnt&lt;br /&gt;KM: Just a little?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the conversation, rapid-fire. Then KM goes and swears to the guy behind him (-.-"). Later on found out from W that HB asked her similar questions. Explained to SG and KM the format of the formal letter (lol) and then started on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY GAVE US SPEECH OR DIALOGUE. NO LETTER. But somehow managed something. Then went for 15 min break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in the canteen, Stuti and W had food, I didnt so I just tried not to look at them while they partook their food. RohanP comes over the same time a lady does:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Whoa y'all have O Levels ah&lt;br /&gt;RRSW: Prelims&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Yahyah must do well okeh? Better study hard do well now than after exam feel very regret liddat&lt;br /&gt;RRSW: *o.o*&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Punjabi ah?&lt;br /&gt;RRSW: Hindi&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Eh? That lady over there tell me got Punjabi&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: Punjabi, Hindi, Urdu, Bengali, Gujarati&lt;br /&gt;Lady: AH. PUNJABI.&lt;br /&gt;W: Yeah. ALSO, Hindi Urdu Bengali Gujarati&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Ah okeh okeh *asking me* Where you live?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: ____________ (for privacy's sake)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: *feigns fainting* Very far hor&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Ahah. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;RSW: *polite smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Lady: You must go home after exam ah, dont go here, there&lt;br /&gt;RRSW: *obligatory nods*&lt;br /&gt;Lady: My daughter in this school ah, everytime after school, cuz I'm a crazy mother mah! I always find out where she go after school.&lt;br /&gt;W to Ria: Yeah she seems crazy enough&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Okeh okeh you better go do your exam now ah&lt;br /&gt;RRSW: OKAY *rush off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice lady. Out of the blue though &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to our classrooms though, we heard these few girls talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Y'know Amitabh Bachchan&lt;br /&gt;*after a momentary silence*&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Y'know the tall one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W Stuti and I kept wondering who doesnt know Amitabh Bachchan the rest of the walk to the classrooms O.O So we went off to do Paper 2, which was funny because of the level of cheating and all. The fella behind me kept pushing his table forward, which was really uncomfortable. Papers themselves were fine. I hope. Was supposed to go for rehearsals, WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THEM, but going alone was gonna be weird. But I really was looking forward to rehearsals w/out The Xtreme Ego. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the train W Stuti and I found out we wrote 'veerangana' 'yodhha' and 'yudhh' in our compos cuz we were recalling Aditya Narayan's words on SRGMP, HAHA. Then met parents and bro at Cway Pt, dinner-ed, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out today and BOUGHT BREAKING DAWN. YAY :D But gotta rush off soon for SIFAS Rehearsals. Noooo. The Xtreme Egoooooo &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a conversation between Stuti and me in one-nine-oh because we were feeling rather high after english eya. Why, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: I think I used to be an American, or a sportsperson in my previous life&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Ah. What was I then?&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: A musician.&lt;br /&gt;Ria: I am one now.&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: Ok, something you advocate very strongly&lt;br /&gt;Ria: ...&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: Sonu Nigam ki Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got out of the bus laughing maniacally at that, public transport patrons staring queerly at us. We were high. Crazy behaviour is justified =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY I GOES NOW. ADIOS AMIGOS!&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5273936148470410311?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5273936148470410311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5273936148470410311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5273936148470410311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5273936148470410311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-eya-blogpost-where-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6795625674218860970</id><published>2008-08-28T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:58:02.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Forests, trees and a little green token;&lt;br /&gt;Ria's hiatus is declared broken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry not feeling quite poetic today. Lit EYA is over(=&lt;br /&gt;ALL EYAs are over! Freeeedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the actual update will come much later, now, I take your leave to go for SIFAS Rehearsal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6795625674218860970?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6795625674218860970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6795625674218860970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6795625674218860970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6795625674218860970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/08/forests-trees-and-little-green-token.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3321998253177230800</id><published>2008-08-12T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:58:18.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sunshine, daisies, green lettuce;&lt;br /&gt;Ria's on a 2-week long hiatus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya 28th!(=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3321998253177230800?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3321998253177230800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3321998253177230800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3321998253177230800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3321998253177230800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunshine-daisies-green-lettuce-rias-on.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1486824936462350373</id><published>2008-08-08T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T04:38:19.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ria's injured. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I prone to these accidents? I cant be sure, but I think ITS CUZ I'M BORN CLUMSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey. Who's sayin' clumsy's bad. Clumsy's cool. Cept that it doesnt fly with me. Sometimes. SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I'm fine. Nothing's happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing cept my joint and tibia having suffered shock and strain and locking my knee into place and not relenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this big gaping abrasion thingy thats sucking&lt;br /&gt;the endorphins outta my brain and system and&lt;br /&gt;making me laugh maniacally when ever someone&lt;br /&gt;tries dressing or cleaning it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling my joint wouldnt respond to bribery. Stubborn na. It's a Cancer thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It couldve been worse. -ish. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and dont ask how it happened. Youll laugh and laugh 'till your mom sends you to Philadelphia for treatment for schizophrenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont ask why Philadelphia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1486824936462350373?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1486824936462350373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1486824936462350373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1486824936462350373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1486824936462350373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/08/rias-injured.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3643977693677390401</id><published>2008-08-05T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:19:10.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is entirely random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a person called my Display Picture in MSN Sharmila Tagore-like, and another confirmed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made my day (=&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3643977693677390401?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3643977693677390401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3643977693677390401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3643977693677390401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3643977693677390401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-entirely-random-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-7759808999459017329</id><published>2008-08-02T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:40:46.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have gotten over the shock since Tuesday. Thank you all who've stood by and supported me through these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of the world: I YAM BACK(= [NO, you will NOT groan]&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANKITA JINDAL - 3rd August&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALAVIKA MENON AND MANSI! - 4th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;The Raffles Girls' School [Secondary] Indian Orchestra played in the Istana on the behest of His Excellency Singapore Elected President S.R. Nathan for the first time ever in the history of the CCA. Needless to say it went magnificently(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT ROCKED. 25 players were supposed to reach school by 0945 hrs. I was happily getting late, on account of my sitar. Which is, well, a sitar, fragile and delicate, and rather difficult to handle. So I cabbed to school. The taxi driver's eyes were O.O at the instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Driver: whats that O.O&lt;br /&gt;Ria: a sitar(=&lt;br /&gt;TD: sitar...is it like the guitar O.O [the golden question]&lt;br /&gt;Ria: yeah...kinda =&lt;br /&gt;TD: ohkay... O.O&lt;br /&gt;Ria: /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached school, Kinnari and W were out to help me with my stuff(= thanksthanks! We were supposed to come in whatever we wanted, but all my casual stuff was in the washing )= so I made do with PE T-Shirt and Culottes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, irritating. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W Kinnari and I started randoming around singing Himesh Reshammiya's songs and terrifying everyone. Mr M came in and stared at us for a while, then shrugged, which set us off in spasmodic bursts of laughter [yes. we rule]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practised for 1.5 hrs, lunched then went upstairs for make up. I HATE MAKE UP [how many times have i proclaimed this?] but whatever. I was in charge of blush. Blah blush D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected our instruments and went into the bus. The Istana is just round the corner from RG, so we reached there in good time. Waited around for our turn while tourists and locals alike ogled at us, like we were zoo animals &gt;&lt; 0=" lol"&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt; was leaving the school. I almost cried at that, because she was the reason why I didnt go insane the past 3 years in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavanya K, thanks for being there, always. I'll especially miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Sunday. Monday passed as per a normal Monday. Onto today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAASYA KAVI SAMMELAN AT GIIS! Laugh of the century [even literally] Our Hindi teacher had told us that we'd be representing Hindi Centre with 2 other VS fellas, but werent told who were coming. Met them at GIIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;एक दिखने में बड़ा सीधा था, लेकिन था काफ़ी टेढा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;दूसरा दिखता है  बड़ा टेढा, पर निकला सीधा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;It sounds better in hindi. Hahah. Arnab and his friend from the Queensway campus were also there. Arnab and friend went first, followed by me, then Stuti, then Akshat then Sagar [the latter 2 from VS]. THOSE TWO MEMORISED THEIR POEMS D= whereas I - being the one choosing the poems - only read the poems the night before, and Stuti reading them today morning. Turned out that Arnab and friend also memorised their poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Kaka Hathrasi's &lt;em&gt;haasya&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;kavita-s&lt;/em&gt; rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just brought my paper up on stage. Screwed up one line, but doesnt matter. The audience laughed substantially [=P]. People laughed at Stuti's one too. But the VS people's ones got the most laughs. One was 'Istri Banaam Stree', with lines in Haryanvi. I wanted to recite that poem, but I'm not male [statement of the millenium], so it doesnt fit well. But its wokay, someone else did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, this lady spoke at our (mine and Stuti's) general direction in Punjabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tussi to chhaa gaye ji!&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon which Stuti and I looked at each other, then the wrist of my right hand to see if she'd seen the bangle [kada] that I wear. Nopes. Do either of us look Punjabi? o.o" Sagar + Akshat didnt seem to believe we were Bengalis [O.O]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, the both of us boarded bus service 40, thinking it was a loop service. WRONG. We ended up half an hour in the bus, and reached Aljunied MRT Station. Thank god. Going home was uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, getting bored with this post. I SHALL POST NO FURTHER.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-7759808999459017329?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/7759808999459017329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=7759808999459017329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7759808999459017329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7759808999459017329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-gotten-over-shock-since-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-4321472613169539315</id><published>2008-07-29T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T04:14:37.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy SIXTEENTH Risha! &lt;/strong&gt;- 27th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many happy returns of the day. Albeit the fact that this post is belated, the birthday wishes are heartfelt. I cannot forget the support you have extended me, both mentally and emotionally, and I will be eternally grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-4321472613169539315?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/4321472613169539315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=4321472613169539315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4321472613169539315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4321472613169539315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-sixteenth-risha-27th-july-many.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-9185721415786172760</id><published>2008-07-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:38:58.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will probably cease to exist if I dont find respite. &lt;em&gt;Now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont think I am gonna find any though. Goodbye, existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-9185721415786172760?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/9185721415786172760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=9185721415786172760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/9185721415786172760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/9185721415786172760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-probably-cease-to-exist-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-4425588534289835348</id><published>2008-07-20T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:11:18.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still think Imraan Khan is awesome. I WANT TO WATCH JAANE TU YA JAANE NA AGAIN. NOW. And I wanna watch Kismat Konnection. SHAHID KAPOOR FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave it upon Leena to compile that list of movies all of us wanna watch. After EYAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappu still cant dance =O AND I AM HIGH ON KABHI KABHI ADITI ZINDAGI. And hooked onto learning that random Milo Na Milo robot step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to wear 2mrw for Racial Harmony Day. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm hungry. So I'm off dinnering =D And I end off with a TotallyStuti quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are &lt;em&gt;bahuaayami, &lt;/em&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;antaryaami!&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. Ok nothing more to write&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-4425588534289835348?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/4425588534289835348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=4425588534289835348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4425588534289835348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4425588534289835348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-still-think-imraan-khan-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5381083499225206793</id><published>2008-07-15T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:58:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Imraan Khan is awesomeawesomeawesome-ly cute. And looks too cute in JTYJN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Harman Baweja is a SUPERB dancer. In fact, I'd say he's better than Hrithik Roshan in dancing/- But Hrithik is Hrithik, no one takes his place. BUT Harman Baweja still owns him in dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Imraan isnt that great a &lt;em&gt;singer&lt;/em&gt; you know (O.O") but that doesnt change the fact that he's awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I should not watch Harman Baweja dance while I'm being happy I can finally do that fingertip to fingertip wave thing. Cuz he can (obviously) do that. AND much more &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) IMRAAN KHAN IS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Pappu Cant Dance has grown on me =O and I recorded myself play Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi on the piano! Coolios =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Imraan Khan is- OK ok sorry =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) KISMAT KONNECTION HERE I KOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I should really go now &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really random post TQVM.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5381083499225206793?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5381083499225206793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5381083499225206793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5381083499225206793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5381083499225206793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-1-imraan-khan-is.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-2250740516075249307</id><published>2008-07-13T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:03:27.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>93.6 InternationlBigFM. &lt;em&gt;Suno Suno Life Banaao Big.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll start listening to the radio in Singapore. And hopefully RedFM comes to S'pore too.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-2250740516075249307?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/2250740516075249307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=2250740516075249307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2250740516075249307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2250740516075249307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/07/93.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-981091206192597723</id><published>2008-07-12T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:14:07.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The LONG Scientific Personality Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;ENFP - The Champion&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your type is known as the Champion type, which is part of the larger group called idealists. Nothing occurs that does not have some deep and ethical significance in your eyes. You see life as an exciting drama. You are very charismatic, yet tend to be too harsh on yourself for not being as genuine as you think you should be. 3% of the population shares your type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a romantic partner, you need to talk about what is going on in your life. You are a strong supporter for your partner's efforts to grow and change and be happy. You need to feel that same support from your partner. Expressive, optimistic, and curious, you are eager to enjoy new experiences with your partner, whom you wish to be your confidant and soul mate, as well as play mate. You are uncomfortable sharing negative emotion, though, and tend to withdraw from confrontation and process your feelings privately. You feel most loved when your partner appreciates your creativity, accepts your uniqueness, and sees you as the compassionate person you are. You need to hear your partner tell you how much you mean to them and would love if they did thoughtful spontaneous things to demonstrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your group summary: &lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/personality/nf.html"&gt;idealists (NF) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your type summary: &lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/personality/nfep.html"&gt;ENFP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-long-scientific-personality-test"&gt;Take The LONG Scientific Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b  style="color:#131313;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaah bhai. Never knew. The Champion =D Noel is The Counsellor. =O&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-981091206192597723?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/981091206192597723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=981091206192597723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/981091206192597723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/981091206192597723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-result-for-long-scientific.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5236582096521201889</id><published>2008-07-05T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:03:57.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kalachitra 08&lt;br /&gt;The culmination of our talents, hardwork and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the world might say, I think that given just 5-6 weeks to come up with this show, it went very well. God is witness to our dedication, and ICS is not a stranger to the tight deadlines we set ourselves and met. I salute everyone who made the show a success of this magnitude. Some v. impt details got missed out ystd, but no matter(= &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi Song and Dance. I think they were GOOD. Really. I mean, I got negative comments such as 'boring' and whatnots, but I received &lt;u&gt;many&lt;/u&gt; more positive ones, such as 'awesome, fantastic, brilliant, engaging'. Thanks to those who provided, er, &lt;em&gt;constructive criticism&lt;/em&gt;, but thanks to those many more who provided the boost to our morales. The Hindi Dance item bestowed upon me the title of Madhuri Dixit =O did you know that MD has an MA in dance? I, on the other hand, havent even LEARNT dancing. Not to mention she's gorgeous, which make 2 major things I am not. How am I MD? =O but thanks anyway, I will not pretend I did not like it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of unexpected people came. I had no idea they came at all, until Stuti told me today. =O whoa sire, thanks for coming, but for who did you come? o.o" hahah, if its what i'm thinking, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to school at about 8:30, after going to the doctor and getting my headache looked at -.-". Had INO practice, whereby my forefinger got intensely blistered by the merciless sitar strings. Picked up the sitar and trooped to the hall, where the Hindi dancers were having practice. Stuti and I rushed onto stage in time for Soniye Mil Ja onwards. People cheered when we did get on stage =D thankyouthankyou. Hindi song rehearsal, then went down for lunch. Kothu prata! [sp?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back for Hindi-Tamil amalgam. The first time I sang in Tamil O.O for Saathiya/Pachai Nirame. Cuz I was the sole person doing the double voice thing for the 'maddham maddha/kadhalil kadhalil' part =O but it went very well. Plus I could sing all the Tamil songs for the Tamil singers, seeing how I had to sit down and listen to the songs obsessively to the songs in order to figure out Piano chords for them. Dunno if they used the chords ultimately, but I now know the tunes of Naramugaiye, Engae Enathu Kavidhai and Kadhal Neruppin [sp? sp? sp?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the Geem [which is the Gym, but a slight mispronunciation of the venue by a certain person resulted in an almost parody-like re-christening of the name of the place: The Geem [pronounced Jeem].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MAKE UP. HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting clown-ised, headed down to the KS Chee to congregate with INO. I was hyperventilating about how I would manage to change in a milisecond after INO into the singing costume, as Hindi singing was immediately after INO. Suffice to say that I -ahem- rock, and managed to change speedily =P ok no, my mom and Stuti's mom were there to help, and pass me my clothes over the door of the cubicle [backstage bathroom]. Thanks Mamma and Susmita Aunty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INO, Hindi Song, Hindi Dance, Hindi-Tamil Songs. All of them went awesomely, albeit some hitches and glitches along the way =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As compared to the show 2 years ago, we set a predence this year by introducing substantial North Indian elements into Kalachitra. As such, we hope to see a balance of North and South Indian cultures in the subsequent bi-annual show(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later came the Drama, which Lavanya K did an excellent job of directing(= and then came the curtain call and that weirded step which the dancers had to do while coming on stage D= hands down, hands up, hands down, hands up. All to the song of Let's Play Holi hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go now, dinnering. Hope all the people who came enjoyed Kalachitra '08, we put in loads of effort for it (=&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5236582096521201889?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5236582096521201889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5236582096521201889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5236582096521201889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5236582096521201889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/07/kalachitra-08-culmination-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8620279236546764118</id><published>2008-06-26T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:57:47.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah I am back. ICS SHOW REHEARSALS KILL, but I am alive. Says something [tha' imma slacka' =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Dancers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarthi&lt;br /&gt;Aditi&lt;br /&gt;Archana&lt;br /&gt;Dharini&lt;br /&gt;Kinnari&lt;br /&gt;Mansi&lt;br /&gt;Nisha&lt;br /&gt;Ria&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo&lt;br /&gt;Shyama&lt;br /&gt;Stuti&lt;br /&gt;Vigneswari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi Singers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archana&lt;br /&gt;Japna&lt;br /&gt;Maithili&lt;br /&gt;Ria&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo&lt;br /&gt;Stuti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am PROUD of all of them. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my birthday came and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;birthday to me - 22nd June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved every moment of it. 'Specially all the midnight smses. Mimi Didi, Bantu Dada called all the way from Mumbai/Jakarta respectively, and Chintu Dada couldnt cuz he was on a cruise to Norway to watch the effect of the summer's solstice [night falls only for 45 seconds], but he conveyed his msg through Mashi(= Loved it. Thank you all who bothered with presents and stuff =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mush was feeling evil and tagged me to this quiz&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling nice, hence I shall do the quiz =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What's the most scandalous thing you've done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a public domain, and I have no interest in spreading scandals about myself (of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavanya Kumaresh, Stuti Datta, Sarayoo Vaidya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes. (well ok, not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Who is the person that you confide in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavanya Kumaresh, Stuti Datta, Sarayoo Vaidya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Are you satisfied with yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sanity at the moment. Which is very possible, given current circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Strangely enough. Though it has never (and probably will never) happen in my case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Have you broken someone's heart that he tried to commit suicide?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No one has remotely LIKED me. Isnt that the first step, which leads me to reject him and he tries to commit suicide? =X =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What do you like about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be egoistic today [Yes, the sun rose from the west today] I like manymanymany things about myself, but would like to improve on manymanymany things too(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from the other half?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatta question. Looks matter [significantly, TQVM], but I'd also like a great personality and complete and total devotion to me [=P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you cherish every friendship of yours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you treasure your family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I treasure my friends but not my family? o.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What do you dislike the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair weather friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavanya Kumaresh, Stuti Datta, Sarayoo Vaidya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What do you regret most in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things not worth mentioning. I'd rather forget about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friend's eye?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trustworthy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you love your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is witness [&lt;em&gt;khuda gavaah hai&lt;/em&gt;] yes I do. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Which date do you like the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd June 1992. And I will not answer to the other meaning of this question =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If you have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[no idea =S]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. If you could travel in time and return to a phase of your life, which phase would it be and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go back to India. Yes, I'd like to live those times again(= [and I'm aware theyre multiple phases, but cmon, be nice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. If there's one thing you'd do now, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing 'Pritibhi Ta Na Ki Chhoto'. Very loudly. Which I'm doing now =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who shall do this quiz (or bear my wrath)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire&lt;br /&gt;Viren&lt;br /&gt;Ankita [double tag lalala =P]&lt;br /&gt;Surya&lt;br /&gt;Leena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question I am taking out: NA&lt;br /&gt;Question I am replacing it with: NA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok no, I was just feeling magnanimous towards Mush. Mush-style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUSHFIQUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAHMAN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-26th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8620279236546764118?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8620279236546764118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8620279236546764118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8620279236546764118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8620279236546764118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8124956153840208638</id><published>2008-06-12T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:04:36.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I declare &lt;strong&gt;Sonu Nigam&lt;/strong&gt; THE GREATEST SINGER to have graced the Earth. And I really thought that he shouldve won that Cine Award for MAK. Not that I dont like Shaan of course(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I am, in all sense, still &lt;em&gt;fida &lt;/em&gt;over &lt;u&gt;Main Agar Kahoon&lt;/u&gt; from OSO (yes. &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt;.) I play it obssessively on the piano. And no, I dont have OCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sonu Nigam did sing Majnu's part in Aaja Nachle's Laila Majnu. His voice is velvet smooth, no other singer has dulcet tones like his...me likey =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jab paap badhe insaan aa samjha kya galti ho aayi thi&lt;br /&gt;Arrey haqeeqat mein usko ek Laila na mil paayi thi&lt;br /&gt;Ab mil paayi to uski kuchh qadar nahi insaan tujhe&lt;br /&gt;Tareef yaad kar lena ho na padh jaaye qurbaan tujhe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urdu FTW! (and Sonu Nigam sang that :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISHA and ANKITA M. are also crazy about Laila Majnu!! WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm rather high now. Laila Majnu pwn(s/ed) all-literally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8124956153840208638?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8124956153840208638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8124956153840208638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8124956153840208638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8124956153840208638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-declare-sonu-nigam-greatest_12.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1546298097212466568</id><published>2008-06-11T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:03:33.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still on a very prolonged high about the Aaja Nachle Laila Majnu play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My preformed ideas had indeed been shot down. It went badly enough. I went for something I hadnt wanted to go for, agreed to plans I hadnt wanted to agree with, and had kept quiet throughout. What good's arguing when youre outnumbered? What good's arguing when you know injustice will prevail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good's arguing, knowing its a lost battle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I'll forget about it. Because I really dont want to dwell too much on this. 'Cuz hon' (much to most of your surprise) I ain't an imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whoopie, I forget that little snag in my life that had hitherto been eating my insides (figuratively speaking of course), and listen to the soundtrack of &lt;u&gt;Laila Majnu&lt;/u&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Theek yahi hai shart agar, main nikaah karoongi aaj&lt;br /&gt;Par Majnu ko abba nikaal do shehar se bin aawaas&lt;br /&gt;Iss shehar ke saare patthar thake pade hain bechaare&lt;br /&gt;Jo tujhe jaanke maare Majnu mujhe pade hain bechaare'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1546298097212466568?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1546298097212466568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1546298097212466568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1546298097212466568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1546298097212466568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-still-on-very-prolonged-high-about.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1482131826991394158</id><published>2008-06-10T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:58:59.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I'm going NUTS on Laila Majnu (not the story, make no mistake, but the way it was PLAYED in Aaja Nachle). THE DIALOGUES. Ok yes, Urdu makes my day. RohanD has gone slightly unstable in the anger management dept, listening to me continually recite 'iss shehar ke saare patthar bhi, ab thake pade hain bechaare, jo tujhe jaankar maare majnu, mujhe pade hain bechaare' and 'aane waale kal mein yeh sansaar daraa chillayega, jab kabr humare phool chadhane khuda zameen pe aayega, jab khuda zameen pe aayega, jab khuda zameen pe aayega...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably clincally insane, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1482131826991394158?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1482131826991394158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1482131826991394158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1482131826991394158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1482131826991394158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-im-going-nuts-on-laila-majnu-not.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1464128918312685681</id><published>2008-06-06T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:58:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though a day late, I present to you my blogpost (though rather short)&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to YOU, so be happy/honoured/ &lt;u&gt;*insert positive emotion here*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;RohanD: Give me a nice name for hindi compo. Starting with 'M'&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Meera&lt;br /&gt;RohanD: Mimi (o.o")&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Mohan?&lt;br /&gt;RohanD: Moem (O.O"' it means 'wax' in hindi btw)&lt;br /&gt;Ria: *annoyed* Mandira Mirchandani.&lt;br /&gt;RohanD: &lt;u&gt;MANGAL&lt;/u&gt; =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Ria: -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *irritated* dont waste so much time on the name, put &lt;u&gt;'Muthu'&lt;/u&gt; there, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Stuti's place ystd, had the most fun ever in the holidays. Thats how horribly mundane my hols were =S Showed her the Aaja Nachle dance! =D she dances well, she just needs to believe that statement -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICS Show: Hindi singing and Hindi dance. I am proud to the extent of arrogance of the dancers. They've been stretched to their wits ends too many times (thanks to me), thank you so much for putting up with my whims and randomly made-up/koped from the video dance moves. And RGSingers(= we just rule, no other words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalachitra: Painting of the Indian Arts...&lt;br /&gt;Be there, or &lt;strong&gt;beware&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm high on Aaja Nachle's Laila-Majnu Play soundtrack!!! 'Specially 'Ye Ishq Ishq' by Sunidhi. The dialogues are damn good, fraught with meaning, AND IN URDU. Got Kinnari to derive the soundtracks from somewhere, since theyre not found with the Aaja Nachle music tracks. Thanks Kinnari, I might've died without those soundtracks. THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2mrw's a special day...guess what it is...(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go, in order to wake up at eight 2mrw morning, leave the house at nine and meet at Jurong East at ten&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1464128918312685681?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1464128918312685681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1464128918312685681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1464128918312685681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1464128918312685681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/06/though-day-late-i-present-to-you-my.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6762592418889376053</id><published>2008-05-28T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:51:01.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatever's happening, is happening. But I am getting this innate feeling that something's slipping from my hands. Something, rightfully mine, wrongfully denied of me. I cannot put my finger on what. Or why. But yes, what it is, I want to know. It is worrying me, it is robbing me of my serenity. I abhor it, very much so; for the first time in my life I am unable to figure my mind out. And its scary; because it is what most people - including myself - fear, in darkness, in night and in void. The fear of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the most abstract post ever written. But at this hour, no one's gonna be listening to me. So the blog it has to be. These posts will be kept to the most minimal, no doubt, as has been happening since the past 2.5 yrs. So dont get scared away, thinking its just another emo blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didnt emo up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voiced out my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6762592418889376053?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6762592418889376053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6762592418889376053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6762592418889376053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6762592418889376053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/05/whatevers-happening-is-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-430393926481722523</id><published>2008-05-25T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T04:31:42.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, post as requested. Yesterday was one helluva day, with Open House and Sangamam, and barely enough breathing duration in between. So yeah, lets start with the morning of Saturday, 24th May 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8 am, having come home pretty late from SIFAS the day before and smsing Risha till waaaay past midnight. I am entitled to oversleep a little =D Both my mom and RohanD left for the hospital and Hindi School respectively before I awoke. So I had to take care of my woozy self in the morning (i.e. staring blearily at the clock trying to figure out if I have anywhere to go, anything to do, or just go back to sleep). Then after figuring out what day it was, and where I had to go, I RUSHED (cuz I was kinda late, had to meet Sarayoo in school at 9) to accomodate time for me to eat and stuff before I could leave the house. I stepped out, locked the grills and raaaan all the way to the bus stop. Got onto one-nine-oh and smsed Sarayoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: 'ave yoo reeched?&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo: No just woke up hehe&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Lol? Wth. HURRY UP, BRIDE OF DOOFUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask why I called her that. Shouldve added a 'St' in front of 'doofus'. Who cares anyway, the day started pretty weirdly enough. Was walking to school when I noticed this lady and her kid passing glances at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: *whispers something to her girl*&lt;br /&gt;Kid: *glances behind* YEAH I REMEMBER!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Ria: o.o" I'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: YOURE THE SCIENCE GIRL RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh science girl, yup I am, thank you thank you =P She was referring to my RS project which she probably came to see of course, and wow great, she remembers how I look. Hahaha, being part of the minority race in Singapore ROCKS sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached VERY early for my shift at the biology booth (thanks Sars), so went to the INO room and congregated with Razia, Nitya, LavaK and Aishu for sometime. Bored everyone to death with queries about the time (what time is it? WHAT TIME IS IT?! dont you tell me its Tiger Time, I WANT TO KNOW THE TIME!!!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt; ok ok chill ria, its 9:30&lt;/em&gt; - WHAT?! I gotta go, i'm sorry, bio booth, BYEBYEBYEBYEBYE) So sorry sorry RNLandA (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio booth was seriously funny. After I got the 'RGS Open House' badge designed for and designated to all booth I/Cs, stood around with 3 other Sec 3s and RachOon. All of us went for any parent/kid who as much as strayed near the booth -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Parent walks aimlessly towards P&lt;strong&gt;hysics&lt;/strong&gt; booth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Good morning sir, welcome to RGS, would you like to try our &lt;strong&gt;Biology&lt;/strong&gt; game?&lt;br /&gt;Parent: Wha-&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Its a game based on your physical or phenotypic features *gesticulates towards the game 'board'* basically you have to start from the middle of the circle and accordingly progress to the sides of the circle&lt;br /&gt;Parent: What is the point of-&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Sir, this game is based in heritable characteristics and genetics, both of which is covered in the RGS biology curriculum *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;Parent: Oh...alright... *goes to the centre of the circle resignedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more. One interesting case though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Hello sir, welcome to RGS, would you like to try our Biology game?&lt;br /&gt;SomeRandomFella: Ooh, lovely! What's it about?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Its a game based on your physical or phenotypic features *gesticulates towards the game 'board'* basically you have to start from the middle of the circle and accordingly progress to the sides of the circle&lt;br /&gt;Fella: OH WOW! Is this what you cover in school?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: o.o" Yes sir, this game is based in heritable characteristics and genetics, both of which is covered in the RGS biology curriculum *nervous grin*&lt;br /&gt;Fella: Really? *turns around* Rachel Anne? Oh RACHEL ANNE, where are you sweetie? Oh there you are *some P6 kid turns up* see what big sister &lt;em&gt;[?!]&lt;/em&gt; has to say to you!&lt;br /&gt;Ria: ... *repeats herself*&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Anne: *confused and nervous* Sorry ma'am, I didnt get that. Dad, did you? &lt;em&gt;[whats up with ma'am? =/]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fella: Not at all! But that's really why I love RGS so much! *ginormous grin*&lt;br /&gt;Ria: O.O" right, sir, now, if you'd like to step to the centre of the circle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etcetc. But WHOA strangeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After biology booth went to the CLE booth for sometime, but came away after some time. Went to the Indian booth thingum instead [this was an amalgam of ICS, INO, IND, TamilLanguage and all other things Indian in our school - including NTIL] This Gujarati lady came up to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Your name is Ria? *points towards her girl* she's also Ria&lt;br /&gt;Ria: REALLY?! WOW *proffers hand* HI RIA (= [Mhmm. I go high when I encounter someone who shares my name]&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Are you Gujarati too?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: No, Bengali, but I was born in Baroda, Gujarat *huge smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etcetc. Her husband came over as well, and they both grilled me about the life and times of an NTIL RGS student. Oh well, it was nice and stuff, and it doesnt hurt that Ria no. 2 was TOO CUTE [says something about Ria-s doesnt it? =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to the INO room in time for the performance we were supposed to give. Reached on venue in time, changed into the costume and gave the performance. Stuti and I were the only Sitarists =O but it went awesomely. Mr Chang WF, our deputy principal, came to watch us play. It was very nice of him; he came at Stuti's behest, who met him down the corridor. AND MY PRIMARY 4 HINDI TEACHER WAS THERE, MRS A. JAISWAL!! Her daugher, Gayatri, is giving PSLE this year. She was only in K2 when I first met her. It was nice meeting our Hindi teacher after so long, and wow, not bad, she remembers us(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the entire thing, Arthi was rounding up people who'd go with her to have lunch. In totality, LavaK, AditiJ, Mansi, Stuti, Arthi, AnyaR and I went down to FarEast for lunch. Ok, so Stuti and I didnt have any lunch, we had bubble tea instead, and joined the others at Subway. LavaK rushed off first, followed by Arthi, Stuti and me. I had to rush home in time to meet the others at CCK MRT before going off for Sangamam. So raaan all the way to the bus stop [second time in the day] Little did I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, reached home, showered and dressed up. My mom CONSTANTLY KEPT reminding me 'not to go overboard. Geez, I dont doll up! But anyway, rushed and rushed and raaaan all the way to the bus stop [hat trick]. Reached CCK MRT at 4:35pm, had 10 mins to spare. Went to Cheers and got myself Eclipse Mints [God knows I love them]. I spied AnyaR and Nanthini, they were contemplating going to Sangamam in the school u -.-" even when they had normal clothes to wear. Convinced them to do otherwise, then led them to the restrooms [oh I'm a nice senior =D] Then we hastened to proceed to the platform, thinking that the others had already reached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT AT ALL. LavaK's taxi driver brought her to Woodlands instead of CCK, and she didnt realise she was going towards Woodlands till the driver reached there and asked her to pay -.-" so she had to cab all the way back. AND Tisha and Rhubbini took a looooong time to come as well. We were supposed to meet at 4:45pm. We congregated eventually at 5:30 [!!!!!!!!!!!!!] AnyaR, Nanthini and I were going NUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: WE'RE GONNA REACH VERY LAAATEEEEEE NOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;AnyaR: Chill Ria, chill&lt;br /&gt;Nanthini: *no comments*&lt;br /&gt;Ria: PLEASE COME, TISHA, LAVAK, ANYONE, COME NOWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;AnyaR: *humming away*&lt;br /&gt;Nanthini: *still no comments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I seriously felt so underdressed when everyone turned up. I mean, seriously, could my outfit compare or compete with the salwars that the bunch-o Sec 3s [LavaK, Tisha and Rhubbini] chose to wear. AnyaR, Nanthini and I looked sane; they looked glamorous. Rhubbini and Tisha also took the extra effort to slather on layers of MAKE UP [I have nothing to accentuate using make-up, so it was&lt;em&gt; au naturel&lt;/em&gt; in my case...well, cept for lipgloss, which was CLEAR and transparent, not tinted] But they looked beautiful, as they do always. Oh man, I was having serious self esteem issues...for awhile. Awhile/- after which I regained my stature [somewhat]. Hopefully I wasnt ruining the picture [you know. scan through the picture and you'd hear 'wow, awesome, beautiful - wait. ohmygod, what was she thinking?!' kind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just sat ourselves down in the row somewhere at the back when the show commenced [WHOA THANK GOD FOR - never mind =D] Latha kindly &lt;em&gt;shubhaarambh&lt;/em&gt; -ed the show by singing that 'Tamil Song Praise' I heard 2 years ago during Layam as well. Oh, and she sings really really well. Awesome. I remember she was awarded Ms Nightingale at last yr's Sec 4 farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening dance, or Natyarambam [which is &lt;em&gt;Nat Aarambh - &lt;/em&gt;hindi equivalent] was really good, by our seniors. I remember Razia and I going =O for the better part of the dance, it was so good =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ICS Chairman and GOH speeches [which were thankfully kept short and bite sized - which is the best thing to do] the serious tamil drama began. 'Paavam' [pardon any spelling error, and whose hindi equivalent would be &lt;em&gt;Paap&lt;/em&gt;] was directed by Sutha. It was seriously superb, with Razia translating at my side. Hearfelt gratitude is extended to her =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song medley. Hindi and Tamil songs were sung by some of our seniors, accompaniment on the piano. YAY PIANO [ok sorry]. And I think the fusion of both the hindi and tamil version of each song was a good idea, not to mention the SONGS themselves. Was singing along with them hahahaha, sorry Razia for hurting your ears =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERMISSION. Was halfway out of the theatre when someone just indiscriminately RAMMED into me o.o" Oh well. Leena and I met in the canteen and raaaaaan [not to the bustop, but] away to a part of the humongous canteen. Whereby Leena...well, refer to her post =P Went back and took loadsa pictures [which I invariably ruined, looking like the Bride of Frankenstein amongst the sea of beauties] Heh. Vickyyyyy the pictures =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched places to sit beside LavaK, and Aishu and Razia probably didnt want to be left alone with the weirdo who wore shorts and lifted his legs onto his seat beside me. So they followed suit =D Indian Orchestra took a turn for the unconventional, with an ELECTRIC GUITAR. Which was too cool, just too cool. On the whole, foot-tapping, melodious and rhythmic. 'Specially 'Raghupati Raghav', at which everyone from INO started laughing, because its what RGSINO plays as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navras, danced to the soundtrack of the Matrix was sort of unexpected. But very picturesque. And glamorous. No other words for it. Suyamvaram (hindi equivalent would be &lt;em&gt;Swayamvar&lt;/em&gt;) was PURE LAUGHTER. With LavaK translating for me this time, it was sheer hilarity, coupled with spectacular acting. A very definite HIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THERE WAS BOLLYWOOD DANCE, the songs of which I was VERY familiar with. Aaja Nachle and Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. The Aaja Nachle dance resembled Madhuri Dixit's one, and very well done, followed by JBJ, whereby there were male dancers as well. All sorts of cool moves not unfamiliar to bollywood ensued. This time round I bored LavaK to death, singing along with the songs and all. Sorry LavaK! Overall, it was &lt;em&gt;zehr fantastisch &lt;/em&gt;(sorry, I love german)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carnatic Song had some dude beatboxing. Whoa, that was waaay cool. Seriously, cuz I thought that guy was gonna accompany Lakshmi or something. Hahaha, oh well, the song was excellent, only an experienced artiste can sing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION SHOW. AWESOME. At the display representing Bengal, I went all hyper and grabbed LavaK by the arm 'OMG LOOK BENGAL!!! YAYYYYYY', then did the same to Razia. Then turned around and practically screamed it to the Sec 2s. Hahahaha, YAY BENGAL!!! They used 'Aayo Re Maaro Dholna' for the Rajasthani one, 'Nagada Nagada' for the Punjabi one, and 'Deewangi Deewangi' for the last one, I think it was the UP one. &lt;em&gt;I think. &lt;/em&gt;The people next to me and behind me were all going 'OM SHANTI OMMMMMMMM' at the appropriate moments. That was the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up Sangamam 08 (hindi equivalent = Sangam 08 =P). Was worth every penny and second. The day was eventful, packed and very very exciting and if the option for any day to repeat itself were available, then I'd opt for this one. Thank you to every single being I interacted with yesterday, for making it one of the most memorable nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home with LavaK, who came up to my house for the briefest moments. Thank you LavaK and Razia for having been my translators =D And Leena FOR HAVING MADE THE EVENING SO MUCH MORE FUN. You did wonderfully (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today, stared around blearily for awhile before realising that we were supposed to be playing basketball today. Sadly Noel couldnt make it, and three players (i.e Mansi, RohanD and I) just doesnt feel good. Bleh. NOEL. RohanD says &lt;em&gt;'toot lah'&lt;/em&gt; to you [LOL] and I say its ok, in reply to your tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall proceed to pass this computer over to my brother, who's been tutting and tsking at me since - well - dunno &lt;em&gt;how long. &lt;/em&gt;Wants to play.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-430393926481722523?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/430393926481722523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=430393926481722523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/430393926481722523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/430393926481722523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-post-as-requested.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-398886908784435807</id><published>2008-05-18T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:59:59.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random quotes and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: de taali&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo: what taali&lt;br /&gt;Ria: teri moochh kaali&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo: heyyyy my moochh is white ok?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: what?!&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo: Ria youre colour blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ria: *blabbering on about something*&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo: *presses the '5' button 2 times&lt;br /&gt;Ria: O.o"&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo: oh sorry i felt like swearing at you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mm. Our telephone conversations should have transcripts seriously. Oh and btw, this post is dedicated to Niki and Vicky, for purely random reasons. Haha Niks and Vicks, this is for you(=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else what else...oh of course. New members of the blogosphere:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stuti: &lt;a href="http://una-bella-vita.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://una-bella-vita.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viren: &lt;a href="http://www.theotherpartofmybrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.theotherpartofmybrain.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two of my closest friends. Stuti isnt new to blogging, she had...2...so far. One on MSN Spaces and another by Xanga. Both of which she deleted pretty soon. I hope beyond hope that she doesnt delete this one. I edited her HTML for her, if you have problems with her blogskin, speak to me(= hope you have a fruitful time with your blog. And PEOPLE, SHE'S SOME POPULAR KID, PLEASE DONT ABANDON MY BLOG OVER YOUR ENTHUSIASM TO TAG AT HERS =S =P =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dunno, I think yesterday was World Help-Your-Friends-With-Their-Blogskins Day. Helped Viren with his tagboard and links [alongside Mansi and Utkarsh, who rallied around Viren over the creation of this blog] Somehow his tagboard is still a little weirded. But nvm, at least the tags can be seen. Its his first blog, I'm just wondering when he'll be 'safe' enough to post =P but anyway, have loadsa fun. VIREN, WHO NEEDS GREEN WHEN YOU HAVE &lt;u&gt;BORANGE.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top P6 students from top primary schools came over to RG today, for a prequel to RGS Open House this Saturday [24th May, 9am to 4pm -- BE THERE]. Yun Hui, Stuti and I had to present on 'DNA Barcoding of a Rainforest' [RS project] to the P6 kids. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Serious attitude problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vigneswari just HAD to stand beside my table staring at me as I presented. Made me nervous. Screwed up a little, but was fine later on. Lets just say that the parents and their kids were a little lacking in the encouragement and smiling depts. Doesnt matter anyway. My RS project rockssss, I dont need justification for that. [Oh, Ms LT loved what we did - which was to stay back for 5-6 hrs just to prepare for the presentation - so she's treating us to Subway subs 2mrw. She rulez.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then waited for my mom to pick me up. My principal suddenly pulled me up by the hand and asked me to explain why I was wearing the culottes (semi formal uni, for the uninformed) and why Stuti was wearing the pinafore (formal uni). Shocked for a while, then rattled off some stuff. The parent seemed pleased with the answer (= GOOD. And I parafilmed 2 of Stuti's fingers out of sheer undulated boredom. Funny what intense sentiments can cause me to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STUTI RANDOMLY MADE A CALL ON MY PHONE WTH. STUTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. DONT DO THAT AGAIN PLEASE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok done(=&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-398886908784435807?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/398886908784435807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=398886908784435807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/398886908784435807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/398886908784435807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-quotes-and-stuff-ria-de-taali.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6913077361681894134</id><published>2008-05-11T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:42:35.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The party Rivik's house ystd. My family [as always] were fashionably late [again], and I entered and greeted the room at large. My greeting got reciprocated with hysterical laughter from Riku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Salaam [dont ask]&lt;br /&gt;Riku: HYUK HYUK HYUK HYUK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked for sometime, while Ricky played with toy cars [i .e. rolling them over Niki's arms], and Riku took out Cluedo and Bingo and played with himself. THEN KEYA AUNTIE HAD A BRILLO IDEA, and sent us all to the next room to watch Jodha Akbar. So we all trooped to the next room to watch the movie. Rivik at the controls, RohanD and I diving for the pillows [there only were 2 initially :P] and Stuti and Niki making themselves comfortable somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivik: I dont like Khwaja Mere Khwaja&lt;br /&gt;Stuti Niki Ria: Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;Rivik: But I think the tune is nice&lt;br /&gt;Stuti Niki Ria: Mmm...wait what??&lt;br /&gt;Rivik: *singing* &lt;em&gt;Khwaja Mere Khwajaaaaaa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he continued singing at random breaks in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuti Niki Ria Ricky Riku RohanD: *closes eyes as Bairam Khan beheads King*&lt;br /&gt;Rivik: &lt;em&gt;Khwaja Mere Khwajaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuti Niki Ria Ricky Riku RohanD: *jaws drop as elephant threatens Jalal's life&lt;br /&gt;Rivik: &lt;em&gt;Khwaja Mere Khwajaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuti Niki Ria Ricky Riku RohanD: *eyes grow big as Jalal goes in to check out Jodhabai's conditions for marriage*&lt;br /&gt;Rivik: &lt;em&gt;Khwaja Mere Khwajaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivik even went as far as to create new lyrics for the parts he didnt know the lyrics to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivik: &lt;em&gt;Khwaja Mere Khwajaaaaa...Dil Hai Mera Bajaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolol. And and and Ricky throws a pillowcase over his legs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky: Didi, I'm a &lt;u&gt;mermaid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuti Ria: O.O" *then laughs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once when Riku was clawing at Ricky's chest, Ricky had this to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky: DIDI RIKU WILL BREAK MY &lt;em&gt;DIL&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stuti Ria: O.O" *then laughs even more hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, &lt;em&gt;dil &lt;/em&gt;= heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any point of time, the different sounds produced in the pandemonium could be singled out as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'DIDI RIKU'S IS KILLING ME'&lt;br /&gt;'hyukhyukhyukhyuk'&lt;br /&gt;'RICKY GET OFF ME!!!'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Khwaja Mere Khwajaaaaaa'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Bachche log&lt;/em&gt;, please dont close the door!'&lt;br /&gt;'RIADIDI TELL RIKU TO STOP'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Khwaja Mere Khwajaaaaaaa'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Didibhai, Riku punched me' [and he actually drew blood O.O"]&lt;br /&gt;'hyukhyukhyukhyuk'&lt;br /&gt;'Didi I'm a mermaid'&lt;br /&gt;'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'&lt;br /&gt;'EKATRIT!'&lt;br /&gt;'Rivik, its EKANT, not EKATRIT'&lt;br /&gt;'hyukhyukhyukhyuk'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on. Not bad y'know, had loadsa fun ystd. And Riku really laughs like that. 'hyukhyukhyukhyuk'. Like Keshto Mukherjee. Ok forget I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo, nothing more to post about.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6913077361681894134?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6913077361681894134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6913077361681894134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6913077361681894134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6913077361681894134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/05/party-riviks-house-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3273740562131454219</id><published>2008-05-08T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:28:24.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hereby declare my hiatus...BROKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because MYAs are OVER. And I'm ALSO under a stifling pressure to POST. Well, HERE YOU GO THEN =D I am feeling magnanimous ALL OVER AGAIN, just like when Stuti and I had gotten our RS report BOUND AND SUBSEQUENTLY SUBMITTED. Tell me anything and I wont be mad/shocked/*insert negative sentiment here*. At least for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi Didi says that I underestimate myself, all cuz I told her that if I were to wear her clothes, I'd paint a very un-pretty picture =S butbutbut I disagree. For one thing, I am totally gonna boast about what an AWESOME SUPER FANTASTIC potato-sack I make. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Aqilah dearie's blog [she's my new table-mate xD]. The GREEEEEEEEEN of her blog puts the GREEEEEEEN of MY blog to shame =S but nvmnvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what was I gonna post about again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. POST MYA INSANITY AT STUTI'S HOUSE. Well before that, Math MYA was too tough. So not much more about that. Anyway, MYAs were over by 0930hrs, so EVERYONE WAS HIGH. So went to the canteen where Sec 2s took the opportune moment to pull/ruffle my hair...O.O" and VICKY SHARED HER BREAD WITH ME, because, like always, I hadnt any breakfast to help me last through the exam. No point. Nervousness wouldve expelled any attempts to ingest anything...really horrific results =S yeah so anyway, Stuti and I waited for Pavee and Rohini to meet Mr C. Waited with Claire, who was counting down the minutes to her make-up SS paper. Hope it went well Claire (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavee and Rohini FINALLY came downstairs, it was about 1000 hrs, so we beat a not so hasty retreat from school and took one-nine-oh (whose appalling frequencing is...well, still appalling) to Bt Panjang. Took nine-six-oh to Woodlands Int. and then nine-six-nine to Admiralty (Stuti's place) Talked about super random stuff along the way, such as how the exams seriously got to both Pavee and her brother (Varun). Pavee was studying &lt;u&gt;physics&lt;/u&gt;, and Varun was doing &lt;u&gt;biology&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavee's Dad: Give me the definition of a &lt;u&gt;cell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varun: The basic unit of life&lt;br /&gt;Pavee: Source of chemical energy used in circuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head* Reached Stuti's house at about 1100 hrs, Wala had yet to arrive. So we were nice and didnt start on Jodha Akbar &lt;em&gt;yet. &lt;/em&gt;Instead, we watched Bhool Bhulaiyya. Found out that the storyline is exactly the same as 'Chandramukhi', from Pavee. We were on the third disc when Wala sashayed in, and we rewinded the part where Manjulika sings 'Aami Je Tomaar'. BENGALI FTW!! Anyway, so yeah, after that we started on Jab We Met, even though Wala, Stuti and I have already watched it a few million times. I think its the effect of the songs :P I havent gotten bored of Mauja Hi Mauja &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; and thats an achievement. Kudos to Pritam Chakroborty =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala, Pavee, Stuti and I actually got up to imitate the Mauja Hi Mauja dance moves. There is a video...which I'm supposed to send to them...ok one sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK continuing...so yeah we had lunch there [Stuti's mom's food being phenomenal - THANKS SUSMITA AUNTIE]. And basically we crashed at Stuti's house for about NINE HOURS at an end. Record. Sorry Stuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 2100 hrs and uploaded pics on facebook (= welcome to comment, no one minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a super long list of quotes, but I wont post them today. Some other day. Right now I will upload the legend of The Rock - Co-Starring Rarayoo Daidya and Sia Vev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="391" height="330" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-309471445348552" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0309471445348552%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331329311%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EE5D27913FD465E178FA38C7326737CEAEFD362.3309D1DEE9DDB18779A95F4319583B78590F7E18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D309471445348552%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvc9B_YTaYwrSkVDYPEmlGnRdjiw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="391" height="330" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0309471445348552%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331329311%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EE5D27913FD465E178FA38C7326737CEAEFD362.3309D1DEE9DDB18779A95F4319583B78590F7E18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D309471445348552%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvc9B_YTaYwrSkVDYPEmlGnRdjiw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun. I think the formatting's gonna screw up again. But HECK.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Vicky tells me this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][ViCKY][ soliloquy much? when you can live forever, what do you live for? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah i'm very crap lately &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][ViCKY][ soliloquy much? when you can live forever, what do you live for? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST MYA BLUES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darling, we suffer from Post MYA Insanity, no problem, BUT POST MYA BLUES ARE TOO STRANGE FOR ME TO FATHOM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3273740562131454219?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=309471445348552&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3273740562131454219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3273740562131454219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3273740562131454219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3273740562131454219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hereby-declare-my-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-2925135662273536265</id><published>2008-05-02T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:52:27.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON HIATUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-till the 8th of May, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Announcement's a tad bit tardy, my apologies to everyone who I'd ignored online/otherwise. Rest assured I didnt mean to =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck for the MYA [and its equivalent in other schools]&lt;br /&gt;Till the 8th then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-2925135662273536265?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/2925135662273536265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=2925135662273536265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2925135662273536265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2925135662273536265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-hiatus-till-8th-of-may-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8113669554651748358</id><published>2008-04-27T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:44:50.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sabbatical idea went on a sabbatical itself. So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PersonalMessage (PM) has been koped by so many. Thank you for deeming it of importance(=&lt;br /&gt;But so far, only Noel has been able to guess rightly, that the PM originally belonged to me. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;who else would put a PM with capitalized first letters for every word&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks hahah. The rest ah, kope my PM on email to everyone also, quote wrongly, didnt acknowledge. &lt;em&gt;Haiyah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Sorkalam on TV yesterday, even though there was a very significant language barrier. Why wouldnt I? My school. And yes, although RG lost (to RI), it looked like a tough fight. The NTIL girls didnt have any idea what was being said, but we knew, from the debators' demeanor, that it was, by no means, an easy win for RI. And since RI &lt;em&gt;has &lt;/em&gt;won, we will be gracious. Congratulations to the RI tamil debate team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vote of gratitude extended to the debators Anjana, Srru, Aishu and Razia, for having made my first ever tamil debate show memorable (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The RGS Tamil Debate Team Doesnt Need A Competition To Know That It Rocks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither does the RGS population need others' opinions to know that we rock too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8113669554651748358?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8113669554651748358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8113669554651748358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8113669554651748358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8113669554651748358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-sabbatical-idea-went-on-sabbatical.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6469878007263741346</id><published>2008-04-22T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T04:26:07.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so backward in my posts I should...well start posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was too depressing to post about. I had just about the most horrible week ever in the year. It all started on Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and ended on Friday. Thats all youre gonna get here =D Cept that I'd like to inform my dear sweet informer, who has my overall good in mind, to please stop feeding nonsensical news and data to me. Honestly, it doesnt work, cuz I'm not gonna let it. Enemies of the same person become friends. It is, among other things, a similar case here. And this is 2 people against one. Please stop this folly, before you hurt and/or handicap yourself. And I'm saying this because &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;, of all people, actually have &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;good in mind. So, my dear. Stop. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Monday went to Stuts' house to finish up RS presentation, from 10 AM to, like, 5:30-ish PM. Yeesh, I totally unknowingly crashed there the entire day. Bleh sorry yaar &lt;em&gt;kaam &lt;/em&gt;was left so we just finished that up at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, the presentation went well, although we got similar feedback on our speech as last year's English Orals. Stuts and I are so similar, the teachers didnt have to give feedback individually much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: 'This applies to both of you. Etcetc...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria and Stuti: *nods head rhythmically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the overall presentation was pretty good I think. Better than Sec 2's *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a sad and sorry day, with the possible exception of some mind reeling news. After which I felt sheepish for a while, then immense anger. 2nd time in the week. Not good...&lt;br /&gt;And my singing master has started on raag-s already. Yay good. Raag Bilawal =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, NO INO SESSION. I'm actually missing it D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was...slightly better. We brought Delhi Public School (Ghaziabad) exchange student Akanksha to our Hindi lesson (among other lessons). Hindi lesson = laugher club for us. No points for guessing Akanksha's favourite lesson...OH AND RGS WON RI ALL ARTS CHALLENGE TROPHY! GO RGS!!!!! plus met Mush on our way to the bathrooms in RI. And and and apparently LavaK was led to a male staff restroom when she asked for directions. She declined (of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was awesome. Hindi exam, then Nabobarsho function by the Bengali Association Singapore. Hindi exam was the seriously hilarious affair that it always is. Our Hindi teacher was our invigilator for the exam. Unknowingly she met half of her future class. At least the Rafflesians were most definitely gonna end up in her class next year. This year's exam day encompassed us being invited to use the lift with the students of one particular school, which we politely declined. Which was good for us; when they reached floor, a teacher caught and scolded them. Then made them go back into the lift, travel down and come up the stairs again. Lololol. And cheating wasnt as aplenty as it normally is (cuz of the strict regime our teacher imposes during exam) but it was still there. Though none of the attempts at cheating worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabobarsho was fun with a twist in the ending. Photos, videos and &lt;em&gt;masti &lt;/em&gt;galore. It was one of the days I could actually let my hair down (lol. even literally.) And I did. Have loads of fun. I just wish it wouldnt have had ended the way it did. I hope both parties are feeling better. Overall, I think S auntie (Stuti's mom) did a awesome super fantastic job of 'Buddhu Bhutum', and the other &lt;em&gt;bhooter natok &lt;/em&gt;had a totally awesome theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theme se yaad aaya &lt;/em&gt;today the conversation between Hindi teacher and me goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Teacher: &lt;em&gt;Ria, main tumhe iss saal ke magazine ka theme bataa doongi, tum bana lena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: &lt;em&gt;Kya&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;H. Teacher: &lt;em&gt;Magazine ka cover page. Competition hai, thodi der ki hi baat hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria:&lt;em&gt; ...main kyun...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Teacher: &lt;em&gt;Kyunki maine suna ki tum yeh sab achha kar leti ho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: &lt;em&gt;Aapse kisne kaha ki main kuchh bhi achha karti hoon...? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;H. Teacher: &lt;em&gt;Nahi main aise hi poochh rahi thi, aur Mansi ne kaha 'Ria Didi achha graphics kar leti hai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ria: &lt;em&gt;Mansi ne mere graphics kab dekhe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL MANSI. W and Stuti promptly started rofling, although i think part of the reason was cuz my mouth was...kinda...well, open. In confusion &gt;&lt; but hahahahaha thanks Mansi. Oh and those who didnt get that, in a nutshell, it means Mansi volunteered me to take part in a cover page designing competition for our Hindi magazine, Sadhna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that people link my blog using my entire name. WHY?! My short and sweet name!! )=(although my full name is still shorter than many people's first names. STILL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand I'm done. I shall take a sabbatical for the next 3-4 weeks from blogging now. Unless there is something awesome that warrants a blogpost. Till then...tata, byebye, shabba khair (heh. that wasnt necessary)&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6469878007263741346?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6469878007263741346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6469878007263741346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6469878007263741346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6469878007263741346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-so-backward-in-my-posts-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8871787800471182482</id><published>2008-04-15T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:24:59.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RGSINO performed overwhelmingly well on Saturday, 12th April 2008, which led to the honourable guest of honour, Singapore Elected President S.R Nathan, to be exceedingly impressed with our aptitude in music. The Thanjavur Song, principally, wowed the crowd, even the President; sufficient to cause him to request photo taking with the CCA. Stuti and I, being the smart-alecs that we are, propelled our way to the front, and flanked either side of the President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE PRESIDENT SPOKE TO ME! about how he would converse with our ‘chief’ (referring to Mr Mani, our conductor), about playing at the Istana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is precisely what happened. Yesterday afternoon, while preparing RS slides (and also receiving some devastatingly deplorable news about a close companion), my phone buzzed (as it is wont to do when an sms is received). Upon perusing, we obtained news that RGSINO has officially been invited to perform at the Istana on one of the public holidays! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to thank LavaK and StutiD and one other person a year younger than me, for being pillars of support since yesterday. Also Noel, for having lent an msn convo window and loads of patience while I ranted about Person X. And he didnt even know who it was...thank you to all of you...I wouldve disintegrated from within, if not for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8871787800471182482?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8871787800471182482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8871787800471182482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8871787800471182482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8871787800471182482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/04/rgsino-performed-overwhelmingly-well-on.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-680707508900171125</id><published>2008-04-11T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:05:20.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grand unveiling of the statue of Thiruvalluvar 2mrw. RGSINO is performing 8 songs in honour of this unveiling :D and the President of Singapore is coming as the honourable Guest of Honour. How it goes depends exclusively and entirely on our disposition 2mrw, which depends on some circumstantial and situational factors. Such as not being able to go for ORA. Or OM finals supporting. But it will work out well, mark my words, because we plainly cannot go wide of the mark. RGSINO is impregnable when it comes to exceptional and tremendous performances, and we shall live up to this apt and apposite designation. That said, I shall now proceed to slumber, having to rouse at the absurd hour (well. for a Saturday at least) of 0700 hours, and having to report in school at 0830 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it then.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-680707508900171125?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/680707508900171125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=680707508900171125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/680707508900171125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/680707508900171125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/04/grand-unveiling-of-statue-of.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-2920865819226496352</id><published>2008-04-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:22:27.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorkalam. RGS WON! along with RI. Not bad. Clash of the Rafflesians in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK I MUST REPEL MY BAD MOOD. (no it has nothing to do with the above. i'm just majorly pissed at someone. again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-2920865819226496352?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/2920865819226496352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=2920865819226496352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2920865819226496352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2920865819226496352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorkalam.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-4409399758197705238</id><published>2008-04-05T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:25:35.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have some time now. This will be short and sweet =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RI All Arts Prelims. Went only for dance, though there was a debate segment before, apparently. Either way, Tamil Debate, I wont understand. Stuti and I trudged to Toa Payoh stadium to submit attendance, and then trudged to RI (not exactly actually. we just took the MRT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the dances were super good (such as RGS's one :D) and some others were super crazy (no examples for this one). But overall it was worth attending. Nitya, Stuti, me and Ramyia were sitting in a row and laughing at mostly nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quotes on our way out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: OMG ITS ___________ (name omitted for certain reasons)&lt;br /&gt;Ria: SHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: NO REALLY IS ____________&lt;br /&gt;Mansi: *amused* SAY HI LAH&lt;br /&gt;Ria: sure...AILA!! *runs away from stuti as __________ looks up to stare at commotion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aila is the north indian equivalent of 'aiyoh'. LOL. It wont be funny for non hindi speaking people. Gah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for some time, and then had a train ride home with some people. Never knew train rides could be so fun...milestone in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah great, mujhe nikalna padega (hindi rulez)&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;CYA! (how can i forget my trademark? very nicely enacted on the train ride as well =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-4409399758197705238?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/4409399758197705238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=4409399758197705238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4409399758197705238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/4409399758197705238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-some-time-now.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-2857536763070790290</id><published>2008-04-04T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:43:07.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog will remind me to blog about RI All Arts [Dance]. Not today, maybe not tomorrow either, but soon. And somewhat intensively and extensively. This serves only as a reminder, so this is gonna be really super short. RGS GOT INTO RI ALL ARTS FINALS + today was the most fun I had in very loooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-2857536763070790290?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/2857536763070790290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=2857536763070790290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2857536763070790290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2857536763070790290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-blog-will-remind-me-to-blog-about-ri.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-8060078843637114568</id><published>2008-03-28T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:08:36.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHEESH. Just when Claire and I declare each other World's Best Deskmate, our seating arrangement gets changed. TALK ABOUT AWESOME TIMINGS. GAH. Well, she and I have decided to boycott any rearrangement of seating plans and sit together in Term 3. Right Claire? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to ___________, a person with immense authority over my brother's art pieces. She single handedly destroyed a perfect art piece with a 'suggestion' that my brother couldnt refuse (not cuz it was good. no way. it was cuz if he hadnt complied with her 'request', she would have skinned him alive. or the equivalent). I shall put of pictures now. Sorry for any crappy formatting, blogger hates me sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R-yaVF8D4aI/AAAAAAAAADs/hTlPK9wb1Lg/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182686958358618530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R-yaVF8D4aI/AAAAAAAAADs/hTlPK9wb1Lg/s320/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting in process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R-ybr18D4bI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KwS_M0H9iG0/s1600-h/DSC00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182688448712270258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R-ybr18D4bI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KwS_M0H9iG0/s320/DSC00206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed painting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R-yj0V8D4dI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9WQ2DrvFLE0/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R-ylR18D4eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mpaXgSvquNc/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182698997151949282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R-ylR18D4eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mpaXgSvquNc/s320/DSC00792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUINED PAINTING. For those who need the obvious pointed out, the 'globe' has a ring of Red Squares around it. Why? It'll help OUTLINE it. HELLO?! WHO NEEDS OUTLINING?! She wanted him to continue to the fire and the sticks, but my parents and I stopped him. He didnt need any persuasion; his painting was already ruined, he didnt want to add more to it. THE GLOBE LOOKS LIKE IT HAS A CLOWN COLLAR AROUND IT. WTH!! My brother's A__ T______ has a significantly lacking artistic sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff:&lt;br /&gt;MATH PAPER IS OVER!!! YAYY!! Stuts' cousin has come over. Welcome Riju =D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Stuti and I have decided that the only awesome part in 'Zara Zara Touch Me' is the Dum Da Dum Da Dum part. (whaaat. its unconventional *shrugs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bin Tere Sanam, Is Jahaan Mein, Beqaraar Hum, &lt;strong&gt;Dum Da Dum Da Dum&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 'Saiyaan' from U, Me and Hum is very funny. Some things that have played an instrumental part for the girl to compare her 'saiyaan' to is New Delhi's 'Bareli', 'Bhoot Haveli' and 'Paheli' (yes they all end with an 'eli' cuz its a song, its meant to rhyme). Hahahah funny song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad decides to be busy 2mrw. Great awesome superb absolutely fantastic. So I'm gonna go for ACSI All Arts finals with Stuts instead =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel was supposed to see us at ACSI 2mrw. Instead this happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiladitya. &amp;amp; are YOUR hearts, your hopes and your aims, one? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the conductor was *this* close to making us come for rehearsal tmrw as a 'punishment' for not doing well enough on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     -яiα- says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he decided to be nice and cancel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiladitya. &amp;amp; are YOUR hearts, your hopes and your aims, one? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     -яiα- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant your conductor be evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiladitya. &amp;amp; are YOUR hearts, your hopes and your aims, one? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like YEAHH and i was like pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I've seen anyone going 'pfft' cuz punishment time has been CANCELLED. But thats uniquely Noel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my post here is done. Sorries for bad formatting of pics again&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-8060078843637114568?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/8060078843637114568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=8060078843637114568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8060078843637114568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/8060078843637114568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/03/sheesh.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R-yaVF8D4aI/AAAAAAAAADs/hTlPK9wb1Lg/s72-c/DSC00708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5923913993083456936</id><published>2008-03-21T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T06:18:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a LOT to post &gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;li&gt;Risha's concert last Wednesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;INO camp last Thursday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching Leena INO songs on Monday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claire - My awesome awesome super fantastic deskmate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;...ok this is gonna take pretty long. I shall start on Risha's concert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah last Wednesday was pretty hectic 3pm onwards. I had class at SIFAS (Some people wondered why I dont call it 'paatu' class. It's cuz I take hindustani classical, not carnatic :D) My singing master teaches me to play the sitar as well, although it isnt what he's supposed to do. Ah well, all the better for me. Sitar sect head hasnt had formal training in Sitar just sounds abit...weird. Anyway, it was raining VERY heavily that day, and the 'sepulchral sky did not augur well for the rest of the day'. Thats a quote off my Narrative PT in Sec 2 :D Anyway anyway, the heavens poured, and they had a vendetta to settle against me, so yeah. Got kinda drenched. Even with an umbrella (which decided to be of no help whatsoever. hence it has been long since replaced). Then met Moushumi auntie at Dhoby Ghaut MRT stations and went off to meet Stuts at City Hall. After which we stumbled our way (somehow) to Victoria theatre. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RISHA, THE CONCERT ROCKED. Stuts and I didnt have anything else that we wouldve rather done that day. Good concert(= They had songs from the Baroque period to the Modern. Loved it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onto...INO camp last Thursday. Hahaha it was fun. The Purple group won (they called themselves Purplies, which effectively made my Group - Red- the Reddies) and my Group came in 3rd. Aw, its ok. Nothing much, cept that my fingers lost all feeling during practice later that day. So I didnt come for Saturday practice. Hahah. Sorry I have to gloss over all the details, cuz I still have a load to post about...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next in line is Leena's little class on Monday. Stuti, Leena and I just about managed to turn an otherwise boring 'lesson' in to fun, and Leena managed to pick up LOADS of songs on the Sitar too :D cool cool. Only the three of us know what we talked about, and I'm most certainly not putting it up here. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okies continuing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claire and I are very random in class. If you put us together, we will laugh the place down. Unfortunately (or not :P) we ARE placed together in class, though we try not to bring the place down, we still laugh a lot. Stuti sits right in front of us, and god knows how annoyed she gets, although she keeps a sweet smile on her angelic face all the time :D RIGHT STUTI? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Randomness galore:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claire: *paints something gold for OM*&lt;br /&gt;Ria: there's a spot of gold on the table&lt;br /&gt;Claire: *freak out mode* OH NO! *grabs wet tissue and rubs the spot* THATS better...&lt;br /&gt;Ria: youre so weird&lt;br /&gt;Claire: NO I'M CLAIRE! :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so on...Claire has covered most of the conversations on her post actually. All I have to say is I HAVE NEVER HAD AS MUCH FUN WITH A TABLEMATE AS CLAIRE (cept STUTI, who ties with CLAIRE as most awesome tablemate) :DD I dont wanna change tablemate in Term 2)= cuz god knows i'll go mad without constant entertainment :D Love you Claire(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onto misc stuffs...I got a very raaaaaaaandom call on Thursday by an APR...&lt;br /&gt;Then RGS got into (semi) finals for Sorkalam, so did RI. RI vs Cedar, RGS vs Deyi. RAFFLESIANS FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is testimony to Stuti's newfound LAGness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria: *quoting a certain book* there was a matchstick who scratched its head. it died&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: *blank look*&lt;br /&gt;Ria: ...did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: ...no...&lt;br /&gt;Ria: *repeats lame joke*&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: ...huh?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: you know a matchstick?&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Ria: when it scratches its head, the friction provides the activation energy for the phosphorous and sulphur to reacts and light up so the match dies...&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: uhuh...so whats the joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after a while*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: OH I GET IT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOLOL. Ok ok my post is DONE.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5923913993083456936?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5923913993083456936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5923913993083456936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5923913993083456936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5923913993083456936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-lot-to-post-see-this-is-what.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-98324626479557138</id><published>2008-03-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:05:08.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received a direct order to 'BLOG' so I'm here now. Hi. I have Math viva voce 2mrw, and I am in absolute...never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be short, cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my bedtime is approaching VERY soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am due in school at 9 am 2mrw...so better wake up early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Claire has finally decided to post first! AWESOME. RISHA I KNOW I HAVE YET TO POST ABOUT YOUR CONCERT (geez i have blogging assignments due. awesome)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My tagboard fluctuates a lot. From edward cullen to elitism, back to edward c, and a RANDOM, TOTALLY UNCALLED FOR tag by stuts. She's fine now. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else, what else...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH. Today there was a talk by the World Bank. More 2mrw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing more...&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-98324626479557138?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/98324626479557138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=98324626479557138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/98324626479557138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/98324626479557138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-received-direct-order-to-blog-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6854499357168468501</id><published>2008-03-08T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T07:53:58.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was planning to emo every little depressing detail of todays tragedy, but along came Risha as my saviour and confidante. Thank you Risha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAVANYA RAMANUJAN! (8th March)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to wish her at ACS(I) cuz i was brooding over the macabre massacre that happened there. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ACS(I) for their All Arts (or Kalai Vizha-dunno how to spell :S) Wont describe what happened, brings back crappy memories. My dad found a shorter way to get to ACS(I) so we got there pretty much on time. And the moment I entered I spied someone, who spied me at the same time. Hahaha my dad reacted hilariously to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with W, Shyama and Elam, and registered. I already had a rather bad feeling about it. Elam's hororscope for the day was apparently 'sadness'. How nice to start the day youre going for a competition. We did what had to be done and left the auditorium double quick. Called mom who said that she and my dad were at the optometrist's. Mansi needed a ride back, so we loitered around waiting. Saw some people playing soccer, roamed around the school (too much unused space. tsk tsk. schools for rich kids) and went the the canteen. Saw the person from morning again. Sat down and spoke to Mansi about a million and one things. Tried to call Noel, but he was busy slogging at the prefect selection camp. Mansi and I looked a real sight, both of us had our handphones in our hands and smsing. We were sitting on this raised platform, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansi: Are people allowed to sit on this?&lt;br /&gt;Ria: No idea. I dont think so, we'll look demented&lt;br /&gt;Mansi: *clambers up and sits*&lt;br /&gt;Ria: Oh what the hell *does the same*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some people (presumable from the camp) are sighted coming up the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansi: Ok we officially look demented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we climbed down and assumed the exact same positions (arms folded, leaning slightly towards the left). O.O It was a weird position to assume, looking like we were waiting to scold people. Lol. Then we decided to sit on the steps to avoid looking like fools. Then my parents came and dropped her off, then went home. Was too late to go for the JA thing with the BA people &gt;&lt; missed out on a lot. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home was boring, cuz i emo-ed around alot (cuz of the disastrous ___________). Went to sleep awhile (I usually sleep when i'm depressed. Dunno why) Then told Risha that I was dying of intense depression. Talked to her for a long time, she helped me recover. Thanks again :D and then went online, where a few other individuals told me to forget about the entire matter. Haha thanks a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now trying to do RS, failing miserably. Should go to sleep, but I dont want to. Slept in the afternoon, it usually means that i wouldnt be able to sleep at night. Ah heck. Tomorrow is gonna be a looooong day, need to finish Philo FA and hand in on Monday. AND BTW, CLAIRE, I AWAIT YOUR POST. After which I will post. Till then, I will pester you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. Enjoy your M'sia trip, Stuts.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6854499357168468501?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6854499357168468501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6854499357168468501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6854499357168468501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6854499357168468501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/03/was-planning-to-emo-little-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1536480936014445643</id><published>2008-03-06T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T07:52:14.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall be posting right after Claire does. And CLAIRE KNOWS IT. So Claire...post please(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1536480936014445643?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1536480936014445643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1536480936014445643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1536480936014445643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1536480936014445643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-shall-be-posting-right-after-claire.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1257332277657977233</id><published>2008-03-02T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:12:21.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I get consumed by my homework... (and it might just happen in the literal sense...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH STUTI! (2nd March)&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to Stuti D is the least I could do on this special day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuti and I have been friends since we were 3 1/2 years old (believe it or not). Our parents knew each other before we were even born, our fathers knew each other since their bachelor days. We used to live in Chandigarh, Haryana, India, and our dads used to work in the same company there. And then, my dad made the decision of relocating here, to Singapore. I was, what, 1? when the decision was made. Shortly after, Stuti's family migrated too, and our dads took up jobs in the same company AGAIN (and theyre still in the same company :D) Our best friendship was entirely her idea, since I usually clammed up against everyone. She was the only friend I warmed towards. I was no extrovert, quite the contrary, and a total loner. She got me out of my loner status. I owe you one yaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we saw each other, we were in our mothers arms, and our memory cells werent developed yet. We saw each other again in - where else - a Durga Pujo commemoration in Khalsa Association, after which apparently she went home and screamed the house down (I WANT RIA TO BE MY BEST FRIEND!). So the annual event of Durga Pujo is an anniversary of sorts for us =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I have made MANY MANY conquests, however crazy and dangerous they may be (remember Saturday? LOL). Only, what, 20%? of them are recorded in this blog. She and I are inseparable, to say the least, we have even started speaking at the same time, doing similar things, wearing similar stuff without planning to etc. Like twins. Ppl say we've even started LOOKING similar. Imagine the insult Stuts feels :P sorry yaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her sweet sixteen today, and here's wishing her a very looooooong, happy and fulfilling life. Stuts, I love you to no end, best friends beyond eternity, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap thats all!&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1257332277657977233?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1257332277657977233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1257332277657977233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1257332277657977233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1257332277657977233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-i-get-consumed-by-my-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1580358509487345596</id><published>2008-02-25T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T04:34:53.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to 2 people...&lt;br /&gt;Viren (23rd Feb)&lt;br /&gt;Leena (25th Feb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ahana (Rai) and I decided that we're name buddies. Cuz (ah heck with the anonymity) Rai/Ria (play of letters for ppl who miss the obvious). Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Risha and I are surname buddies. DevDas (a hindi movie for the uninformed). Cool no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1580358509487345596?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1580358509487345596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1580358509487345596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1580358509487345596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1580358509487345596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-2-people.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-6898809943652747695</id><published>2008-02-22T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:06:52.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello. YES I KNOW I SHOULD UPDATE. Ok, this is my agenda for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday - missed Saraswati Pujo (BA function)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday's party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rest of the week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow's wedding Sangeet and Dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Thats a long list. Sheesh. Ok starting with Friday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday was very normal. Too ordinary. Tsk it was boring. The rest of the BA people were going to the Saraswati Pujo BA function. A million and one people came, plus a couple of people I dont recognize. No worries, I have Stuti dearie to introduce them to me. YOU WILL. I KNOW YOU WILL. YOU HAVE TO. Then the few days after it, i had people telling me that they wouldnt talk to me for not coming (Dipshikha) because I missed a lot and that I had better come for Nabobarsho (Rai), and that if I dont come, I'll be killed (Stuti). And a bunch of other comments by other people who wanna remain anonymous. Obviously (cuz what they told me is gonna...er, implicate them :P) That is IT, writing about missing the function makes me regret not coming (even though it wasnt my decision - of not coming that is. duh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continuing on to...ok I gotta refer back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. Saturday's party. Oh it was HELL GROSS. Shourick was spitballing at everyone (YUCK) + Rivik was not doing ANYTHING to control his younger brother. So much for being older, Rivik. In fact, he was encouraging him. I dont suppose it was as funny when Shourick turned against his own brother and lavished specially concocted spitballs on him. Aw, too bad. :P Rest of the party was ok, transferred songs into my new phone (:D :D :D) and took a picture which SOMEONE DELETED. Henceforth, my phone is out of bounds to EVERYONE, UNLESS i'm looking over your shoulder as to what you're doing to/with my phone. So that if anything goes wrong with my phone, I can blame no one but myself. Which helps situations not get ugly. Thank you(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the week was horribly boring. Again, yes, everything was too normal and too ordinary. Nothing cool, nothing fun, nothing &lt;em&gt;out of the norm&lt;/em&gt; as my Lit teacher says Hedda Gabler craves :P ok ok i'll shut up about Lit. Hey this reminds me...Stuti and I were doing RS, we needed ice to store our tubes of DNA/electrophoresis ladder/primers etc etc, so we were off looking for ice which wasnt in a block form. We found compacted ice, and we needed to break it. So we tied bags of such ice and banged them against the parapet walls. I - being a true blue sentimental Cancerian - imagined it to be a lot of ppls' heads (heh. i forgive, i never forget. which just means that i havent exactly forgiven). But the good thing is that my banging was more effective. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RD: *banging*&lt;br /&gt;SD: I never knew you were this strong.&lt;br /&gt;RD: *still banging*&lt;br /&gt;SD: You are a mighty huntress of men&lt;br /&gt;RD: WHAT?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'mighty huntress of men' is a description in Hedda Gabler of Madame Diana, for the uninformed. And I dont wanna be likened to Madame Diana (-.-" obviously). So I kept right on hyperventilating while she screamed 'no no no I didnt mean that' while laughing. Dont the worries, Stuti, I consider it one of your numerous blonde moments, and have left the matter (&lt;em&gt;Pagal samajhke maaf kiya, jaao)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on to SLI. Tisha and I took the late bus to school! So we were almost late, only that we ran like maniacs (among all the others who suffered from the bad frequency of one-nine-oh) and made it in time. Good good good. SLI was pretty cool, the informal section items were funny and I think they were awesome awesome awesome. I love Raffles Cheers. Dunno why exactly, but I love 'em. Then had chem make up, and came home w/Stuti. On our way out of the school, we came across a bunch of prefects from a certain school behind us, and another bunch of prefects from another school in front of us. &lt;em&gt;Aage kuaan, peechhe khaai &lt;/em&gt;type of situation. My usual answer to that is &lt;em&gt;agar aage kuaan hai, aur peechhe khaai, to side se chale jaao na. &lt;/em&gt;We tried that today. &lt;em&gt;Lekin side se ek aur school ke prefects aa rahe the. Kya baat hai. &lt;/em&gt;I know, the first remark anyone would give is 'why does it bother you? tenu ki farak painda hai?' &lt;em&gt;Bhaiyon, behenon, aur beech ke logon, saanu, te stuti nu farak painda hai, voh ki hai, sadda jaan-pehchaan un logon mein shaamil vaamil the. &lt;/em&gt;Lol i deviated from hindi and wrote punjabi. I hope, if Japna chances upon this, that she doesnt kill me :P So anyway, our solution to the situation was &lt;em&gt;kuen ke aas paas gol ghoomkar, kisi ki taraf na dekhkar, aage chale gaye. &lt;/em&gt;I know I know, RD + SD rock when together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TOMORROW IS SJ'S DAUGHTER'S WEDDING! SJ (initials, duh) is RGS' beloved hindi teacher, and she invited the Sec 4s (basically me, W and Stuts) to her daughter's Sangeet ceremony, followed by dinner. Hahaha, a lot of hindi teachers are gonna be there. Oh well. YAY, and congrats/best wishes to N and S (wedding couple)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random stuff: I LOVE RACE SONGS. They rule. And stuts and I have gone into a 'mahiya' craze, its all we can hum nowadays. Stuti, I've decided to sabotage you some other time :P I LOVE RASHVINPAL and I have explained why to some people. Ok thats all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-6898809943652747695?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/6898809943652747695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=6898809943652747695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6898809943652747695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/6898809943652747695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-1714788500489487545</id><published>2008-02-08T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:50:32.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday was CNY celebrations, S's birthday and ICSO. So wished S a happy birthday and set off for school in blue. Cuz sec 4s supposedly coordinated colours by wearing either blue or green for the occasion. So I did. But it disabled me from properly dressing up, so yeah I turned up looking rather killjoy &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the upper secondary people (us) went for CNY concert. Chinese scholars dancing Indian dance looks awesome seriously, besides of course, the other indians. The Indian dance item was great great great. There was one part of the concert I couldnt understand cuz of the language barrier (it was in Chinese) but was still cool, whatever I could perceive visually. After that was class party, where A LOT of people brought A LOT of food. Couldnt finish. And we watched TRANSFORMERS. I LOVED IT. Rohini, W and I were a little late for ICSO cuz we wanted to finish the movie :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICSO. People started clapping when Rohini, W and I entered the hall. THANK YOU THANK YOU :D turns out the sec 4s were being introduced to the new sec 1s. The sec 1s are damn cute haha. And 2 of them (Lavinya and Rachel i think) listened patiently as I played my frustration (of not having been able to play the piano for 3 days in a row) out on the piano in the foyer (whose keys dont work -.-"). My group name was funkier than thou, though the funkiest name title went to Madurai Mosquitoes and Indiano Samosas. Lol. Then I ruined everyone's day (and the Sec 1's memory of their first ICSO) by singing Teri Deewani opening lines, after having succumbed to pressure (SING! SING ! SING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto bball Friday morning(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansi has covered the actual bball game, (RohanD and I owned Noel and Mansi 28-6). Historical game no? Nah. I think it was cuz of the unearthly hours of 7am on a holiday that deterred them from playing their best haha. And some morons passed by us and erm...Noel has covered that. Thanks again Noel (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I shall cover our breakfast at Delifrance in more detail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we had no idea how to go about ordering, so the four of us koped a table (by the window). Noel and RohanD stayed while Mansi and I went to figure the ordering system out. So we asked the lady behind the counter, who informed us that they'd take our order from our table. So much for figuring a seemingly complex system out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Noel browsed through the desserts menu first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel: This is gonna be rather appetising&lt;br /&gt;RD, RohanD, Mansi: *startled, then stares at Noel*&lt;br /&gt;Noel: *points at dish's name* Pouding de Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we actually get to the breakfast menu, we uncover another appetising title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________ de Poisson (cant rmb what). To all who've taken French + wanna act smart, FYI, I KNOW POISSON MEANS FISH. But RohanD pronounced it as 'poison' anyway, which funnied the atmosphere up further. And believe me, we were already having a huge dose of the jollies from Pouding de Pain. Especially me, having had read 'Pouding' as 'POUNDING' at first glance :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we ordered our breakfast, with RohanD having ordered the food that was the MOST filling. And Mansi and Noel having ordered a very miserable plate of stuff. Some waffle thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we set off towards the bus interchange, only to realise that McCafe has opened. Sheesh. Next time ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wraps up the bball game :D Mansi/Noel, I can come on the 16th morning. And I still dunno if the party's in the afternoon or at night, Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto more recent stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW PHONE!! Sony Ericsson W660i. I LOVE IT. ITS A 3G PHONE (I was rather scared I'd end up with a noob $0 phone) BUT NO!! WHOOOOO YAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok done fangirling over new phone. It isnt that good. Cuz Sarayoo has it too :P&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-1714788500489487545?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/1714788500489487545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=1714788500489487545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1714788500489487545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/1714788500489487545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-there-d-then-upper-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3454633885224464952</id><published>2008-02-06T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:42:59.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Surya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pretty cool picture I received from my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6mdHYFE9MI/AAAAAAAAADk/xBoRgGEu7QE/s1600-h/kuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163831197805376706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6mdHYFE9MI/AAAAAAAAADk/xBoRgGEu7QE/s320/kuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6mbbYFE9LI/AAAAAAAAADc/WG5v750nzeY/s1600-h/kuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sumeet Ghosh is my cousin brother working in ITC, Bangalore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another testimony to his awesomeness&lt;br /&gt;Love you bro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3454633885224464952?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3454633885224464952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3454633885224464952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3454633885224464952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3454633885224464952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-surya-and-pretty-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6mdHYFE9MI/AAAAAAAAADk/xBoRgGEu7QE/s72-c/kuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5855557643976989452</id><published>2008-02-02T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:39:28.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I update damn little. Yeah true. MY BROTHER IS BACK FROM HK. WHOOHOOO!! RohanD : {'Tere Bin' 'Jag Soona Soona Lage'}. Nice right nice right? I made it up myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is about the Biopolis attachment I underwent from the 30th of Jan to the 1st. And I absolutely loved it, though the homework and classwork that has accumulated over the span of 3 days continues to haunt me. Real. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the attachment is a Student Outreach Programme, whereby A*Star invites students from different educational institutes for various workshops, each spanning 3 days (hence, incurring a loss of 3 days worth of school. I can almost hear some gasping. No wait. Thats my brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS WORTH IT. First of all, you get to go to the Biopolis, where I've been dreaming of going since...well, when I first heard about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a loooooooong story short, where we were exposed to the working life of researchers as well as given tasks to do pertaining to our topic of interest (which we got to choose in school). Mine was Developmental Signaling and Patterning. Some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6hy7YFE9GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ph9O_LntHWE/s1600-h/100_2059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163503337181869154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6hy7YFE9GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ph9O_LntHWE/s320/100_2059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scribblings of a million people :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6h0J4FE9HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0BoFu9NRTuw/s1600-h/100_2060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163504685801600114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6h0J4FE9HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0BoFu9NRTuw/s320/100_2060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where we stored our bags before practicals, it was like an office...(I think it WAS an office)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6h0pIFE9II/AAAAAAAAADE/du-HzbPY_FA/s1600-h/100_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163505222672512130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6h0pIFE9II/AAAAAAAAADE/du-HzbPY_FA/s320/100_2061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JTR's workbench (JTR being the initials of my labpartners and me :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6h1CoFE9JI/AAAAAAAAADM/aAkf7Q0YUxU/s1600-h/100_2062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a logbook to complete, which the awesome group JTR left out. Because we had nothing to write. Furthermore, T had drawn the cartoon zebrafish (we were dealing with Zfish embryos) and captioned it 'zebrafish?!'. Due to a chronic lack of blanko/correction tape/correction fluid (whatever you may know it as), there was generally a light hearted tension as to how we should eradicate the evidence of boredom. And the next day, J brought his correction tape. Problem solved :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also once when J, instead of adding buffer to Zfish embryos, threw the buffer away. (Cuz he was slightly late i think, and didnt know what was going on) T and R had a delayed reaction, first with their mouths slack in confusion, then with T going 'ehhh noooooo' and R laughing crazily at it. Followed by J's realisation, and JTR laughing madly for a certain amount of time. T recovers first, and gets more buffer solution. FYI, R recovered last. In fact, she still laughs about it :P But it was damn damn fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JTR belonged to Group 4B. There were also VHL, Group 3B, and GL?, Group 4A. Together, we'd gather around and talk, play games, tell lame jokes etc. We'd be the noisiest group there. Members of other groups would join in :D FUN! Once H and some other person talked about weapons for a straight 2 hr session. No one could believe the amount of info they had to share about something as obscure as weapons during a BIO research programme. But still. Added to the portfolio of memories I have of that place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunches at Holland V, loads and loads of pictures taken, Mr RL uploading 138 photos onto &lt;a href="http://multiply.com/"&gt;http://multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt; COOL EH? IMCB attachment was the best thing that had happened to me since a looooong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's your update Sarayoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably will be up till 12 today, for a specific cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5855557643976989452?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5855557643976989452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5855557643976989452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5855557643976989452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5855557643976989452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-update-damn-little.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EBGuge_Uq_U/R6hy7YFE9GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ph9O_LntHWE/s72-c/100_2059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-5632290384858511922</id><published>2008-01-26T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:23:37.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKI! and SARAYOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...HAPPY INDIAN REPUBLIC DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt get to go on the computer yesterday. Went for CareerKeys Talk (VERY FUNNY). My personality style is the same as Mr Yeoh's (o.o). AND Mr Yeoh bought pizza for us. HE ROCKS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the foyer and gave Sarayoo her birthday present. Her dad gave us a lift to Far East. Then she treated Stuts and me, and bought three hairbands for herself (3 for $10) Then went home by MRT, cuz I needed to go top up my EZ Link Card. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Niki's party (VERY VERY FUN) Met some new people. Towards the end, I confunded Shreshth with eccentric chattering (dont blame me, it was waaaaay past my bedtime). He bears testimony. Most of the dialogue was in Hindi. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD: aapne socha hai ki aap kaunse secondary school mein jayenge?&lt;br /&gt;SK: nahi socha hai&lt;br /&gt;RD: come to Raffles!&lt;br /&gt;SK: i will try&lt;br /&gt;RD: nahi, aapko bolna chahiye 'main zaroor aaunga'&lt;br /&gt;SK: theek hai&lt;br /&gt;RD: good. ab aapke paas bolne ke liye aur kuchh nahi hai na?&lt;br /&gt;SK: to main kya karoon?&lt;br /&gt;RD: aap papad taliye&lt;br /&gt;SK: *makes imaginary stuff, hands it to me*&lt;br /&gt;RD: achha hai, lekin swaad nahi hai. work on it ok? and you can open your own dhaba&lt;br /&gt;SK: no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on. See? This is what lack of sleep does to me (i.e induces eccentricity) sorry to non-hindi ppl, i will translate for you...when you ask :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go now. God knows why I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait. The purpose of my post was fulfilled in the first 3 lines. After which it was mindless nonsense. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-5632290384858511922?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/5632290384858511922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=5632290384858511922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5632290384858511922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/5632290384858511922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-niki-and-sarayoo-also.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-7264301325652160760</id><published>2008-01-23T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T04:42:03.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few random quotes, and one news flash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr CS: if you add (insert random chemical here) into (insert 2nd chemical here), what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr CS: BUBBLES?!?!?! NOOOOOO...Bubbles is Micheal Jackson's monkey's name, and you DO NOT get a monkey from a chemical reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: *rofls*...EFFERVESCENCE!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr CS: _______'s artificial sweetener is said to be carcinogenic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random person: how much is too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr CS: in order to die of overdose, you need to drink 10 000 cans of _________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: *gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr CS: sounds like one of your RS projects doesnt it? one of you could actually drink that much and see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: noooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr CS: ...though there'd be a side effect of severe effervescence later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a limited number of hindi speaking ppl will get this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random sec 1 guy sits beside me in public transport*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo: hahahahah look who's sitting next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD: -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Train empties, random guy scoots over to another seat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD: hahahahaha look he ran away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo: *not taking notice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random guy comes back to sit beside me again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD: -.-" banda vaapas aa gaya. KYUN?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarayoo: Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. Now for the news flash.&lt;br /&gt;Kinnari has named her mealworms S___, R____,K___ (look at the initials. you'll guess), Himesh and Reshammiya. Though why she did so is still obscure. WHY she's gotten mealworms escapes me too. But way to go Kinnari. We are all very proud of you. :P&lt;br /&gt;Thats all&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-7264301325652160760?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/7264301325652160760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=7264301325652160760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7264301325652160760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/7264301325652160760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/01/few-random-quotes-and-one-news-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-2526538836526675164</id><published>2008-01-19T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:13:21.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn. I am barely conscious due to apparent lack of sleep, though it could be something else. Like stress-induced severe fatigue, or the fact that I have a pile of documents tottering precariously on my desk. Why yes, of course. My homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading The Namesake (library book) and Life isn't all Ha Ha Hee Hee (present from D______i aunty/Noel). They are very similar, so its easier than reading books simultaneously that are set in different settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will meet you online Risha. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the uninformed, Stuts had sanded off part of her nail in a sander accident in our Sec 1 year. For some reason, she found it hilarious, and showed it off to everyone in near proximity, to everyone's...well, horror. Guess the state of my stomach then (answer: total upheaval). Hence, a second time sanding hardly proves to be much of a blow to her (however much I may be shocked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stutiji. Jug jug jiyo ji tussi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am posting, i've no idea (yes ok fine, i'm putting off doing my homework)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-2526538836526675164?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/2526538836526675164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=2526538836526675164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2526538836526675164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/2526538836526675164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/01/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-49387484408262441</id><published>2008-01-18T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T06:32:31.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently talking to Stuti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: You know I sanded my hand off?&lt;br /&gt;RD: What.&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: Yeah it was damn cool&lt;br /&gt;RD: Sanding your hand off?&lt;br /&gt;Stuti: Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oh man i forgot the other idiotic thing she told me. oh well-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utkarsh and his friend, Shaun's new blog on everything-you'll-ever-know-about-electronics-unless-youre-an-engineer-or-simply-weird: &lt;a href="http://tab-slash-slash.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tab-slash-slash.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the CEO of Apple Intl. hire them both one day. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh nothing else. Risha, you might wanna deliberate over my nonsensical but logical idea.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-49387484408262441?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/49387484408262441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=49387484408262441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/49387484408262441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/49387484408262441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/01/currently-talking-to-stuti-stuti-you.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-3282551862231211659</id><published>2008-01-13T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T06:03:24.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11245"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9260"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.desimad.com/flvplayer.swf?flv=http://www.desimad.com/flvideo/954.flv&amp;amp;config=http://www.desimad.com/skin/config.xml&amp;amp;playList=http://www.desimad.com/playlist.xml&amp;amp;themes=http://www.desimad.com/themes.xml"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.desimad.com/flvplayer.swf?flv=http://www.desimad.com/flvideo/954.flv&amp;amp;config=http://www.desimad.com/skin/config.xml&amp;amp;playList=http://www.desimad.com/playlist.xml&amp;amp;themes=http://www.desimad.com/themes.xml"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="4676AB"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.desimad.com/flvplayer.swf?flv=http://www.desimad.com/flvideo/954.flv&amp;config=http://www.desimad.com/skin/config.xml&amp;playList=http://www.desimad.com/playlist.xml&amp;themes=http://www.desimad.com/themes.xml" quality="high" bgcolor="#4676AB" width="425" height="350" align="middle" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" menu="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my cousin, Amrita Datta. At the rate she's going, she'll be the next singing sensation :D Rock on Mimi Didi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-3282551862231211659?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/3282551862231211659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=3282551862231211659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3282551862231211659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/3282551862231211659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-my-cousin-amrita-datta.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18634596.post-9078804940474773772</id><published>2008-01-13T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:31:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 main things before fleeing off to do the English concept map thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the following people: W, Nitya, Arthi P. Which is all I can rmb. Bad memory )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU a certain person, who I shall refrain from mentioning due to undisclosed reasons. That person has helped change the format of a file of utmost importance from .rm to .mp3. (YES IT IS OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE. DONT YOU DARE ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME) Anyway, while that task would have been easily fulfilled by me, my poor computer will have to suffer the burden of another software (the .rm to .mp3 converter), hence I decided not to put the comp through such torture. Nonetheless, I would like to thank Person X AGAIN, without whose assisstance, my comp might have had DIED out of sheer fatigue fulfilling such a Herculean task (gasp) or my impt file might not have had been compatible with my mp3 player. THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) -oh wth I forgot. let me remember- OH YEAH. I had been thinking of something, and was planning to blog about it, but was too lazy. CLAIRE HAS DONE IT. Pls read the 10th Jan post about...well, find out for yourself. Thanks Claire =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. Good luck and have fun to all RGS Sec 3s going for OBS tomorrow, Mr Noel who is masquerading all around Kunming at this precise moment, YOU MISSED THE PARTY. But the book's good. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18634596-9078804940474773772?l=dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/feeds/9078804940474773772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18634596&amp;postID=9078804940474773772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/9078804940474773772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18634596/posts/default/9078804940474773772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamz-n-filmz.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-main-things-before-flee-to-do-before.html' title=''/><author><name>corded dessicated coconut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410089826912851625</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
