<?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-22828213</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:36:38.818+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever!</title><subtitle type='html'>We are so eager to share an Apartment that we couldn't wait to get a real one! So make yourself at home!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-4515749161252161855</id><published>2007-06-05T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:10:46.527+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened with a lot of us in the last few months. I don't know if we're growing distant or it's the the usual being busy thing. I hope it's that, because at the end of the day, no matter how many more friends I have made, it's you guys who I still call closest to myself, it's you guys who I'll remember no matter what, and I just hope that nothing takes that away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my own thing going on for quite sometime which has been making me feel aloof, but I don't want that. I want and need to be strong, that's the only way one achieves something in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to let you all know about everything through sms, and since my comp and net has gone for a toss I've been off the net too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually feels so weird that I'm sitting here and typing this, because while I'm doing it, it feels like you guys are going to read it, but truthfully, I know that I'm alone here. this is almost like my diary, na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just hope that this gets read eventually. I'm not going to talk about all that I have learnt in the past few months because one of those lessons says that I must show that I have learnt, not speak of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I'll tell you guys abut Goa, becuse it truly has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I've learnt to be myself and not be scared most importantly. Afterall, it's better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you're not. And you know what was even more awesome, I was loved for who I am. :) I was felicitated and everything in front of everyone for all that I've done. Cool na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I might be getting a part time job at the JCC as co-editor of a magzine. It's not too big, but it's still good. I do have competition though, and the other person is someone who became a best friend of mine at the Goa camp, in fact we were roomies. Her name's Diana, and she's actually a better choice coz she's done her masters in Lit and also is doing German. And she's really awesome coz she comes up with these cool jingles in like 2 mins. We used to call her mom at the camp coz she took care of all of us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some really, really awesome friends at Goa, and had a blast every minute with them. And they're really nice people who were protective and caring of me and the other girls in the group. I'll put up some pics here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-4515749161252161855?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4515749161252161855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=4515749161252161855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/4515749161252161855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/4515749161252161855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2007/06/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-8049676246496389023</id><published>2007-05-08T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:06:40.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blag is still alive!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hey guys its been like 4ever since we've posted on dis blog!!!!!!!! n dis applies 2 all,includin me....v really need 2 make dis goin on.....since dis is de onie thing where onie de apartment members r a part of it.......v shud be proud of it n let it cintinue till like 4ever........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well i dont even kno how many of u'll will act read it even??????? plz guys wake up n start actin.......im sure nuts atleast will be de most happiest on seein a post on the blog!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;neways 2 start of wid......DIS IS MA LAST WEEK OF WORK!!!!!!!!!! IM SO SO HAPPY......but unfortunately, its also de last 2 days wid ma cute lil cousins.........den dey'll be gone n i wont be meetin dem till de next 2-3 yrs :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;neways.......every1 is so busy dese days.......i cudnt even imagine dat v'll act have work n all 2 do in  vacations even!!!!!!!! dis is our last vacations ppl........de last ever vacation,where u can de wat u want,laze around,do lukha giri n all of dat......after dis its gonna be all serious work......till u die!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shuks cant believe life has taken us so far already......i mean v r just 19,n it seems like ive lived an entire life already!!!!!!!! i dont wanna grow older man!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;neways since i am growin older.....i just mite end up doin an mba.....lets see.......i still need 2 think about it......n dis time on a very serious note n take a decisiion be4 it becums 2 late....... n now i really feel like i shud do smt concrete ibn life,so dat i dont need 2 ever depend on any1,not even my parents......though dis thought mite just change in a week or so......but i hope it doesnt..... i wanna see 4 maself of how much im capable of......so lets see wats in store 4 me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well dis is 1 heck of a serious post from me....wow......im amused myself!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;neways hope 2 see u guys soonn..........very very soon......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;love u'll like crazy man!!!!!!!! muah...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P.S: wished ronak too cud be a part of dis blog......watsay guys??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-8049676246496389023?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8049676246496389023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=8049676246496389023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/8049676246496389023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/8049676246496389023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2007/05/blag-is-still-alive.html' title='blag is still alive!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dinky</name><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-22828213.post-117009791588509238</id><published>2007-01-29T22:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:06:27.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MANORI !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one has been writing here i dont even know if ul bother checking the blog anymore!?&lt;br /&gt;anyway i thought i should take the initiative n say smth bout manori!&lt;br /&gt;firstly have to wish Natasha n Harsh formally (on the blog) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Anniversary!!&lt;/span&gt; so happy for u guys hope u have tons more to come!! love you!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to manori,its been since matheran that v all have gone out somewhere together..its silly ya i think v should do these things more often. it was so much fun all of us together.&lt;br /&gt;so the 'president ' of the plan was natasha, for obvious reasons (all anniversary plans n all) she reached there the nite before with her man (ahaam..cough cough)..v dont want the details n all but v couldnt help notice the candles around n the clothes thrown about.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;ok the 'vice president ' was moi *curstey* ...well i think yr VP did pretty well other then not knowing were the place was n the ferry charge she did pretty well got every1 there by 9 dint she?!..hehe....&lt;br /&gt;all that aside,i think every1 will agree tht the time in the water was the best...the mud fight n pulling ppl into the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;water was so fun&lt;/span&gt;...i totally loved the way natasha n me ran towards the water its been so long since i've done that,thanx natasha.&lt;br /&gt;v just sat in the water for so long n it was ok...even though it was the first time paras n darius were hanging out with us as a group it dint seem wierd at all neither did they feel uncomfortable (atleast i hope they dint)....ohh n ruch i was totally surprised when i saw him at the station.hes really sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;so anyway the couples who were in the comfort of the room totally missed the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gola &lt;/span&gt;it was so nice after the water,even though our skin was burning, the gola n the sand castle n sand pit that v made,even with neha cribbing bout the poop n plastic,was an awesome end to the mud fight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(scene change:resort) so now im waiting outside the room shouting at some1 for taking to long in the room n being 'haddi' in some 'kabbab' i c the other half of my own kabbab come towards me..haha...i was so surprised to c Jugal there i was so sure he wasnt going to come..hehe...i love him!!.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunch was good n ya the bal\bhat was good...after lunch it was quite till every1 raided the bed..the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gang bang&lt;/span&gt; was pretty hilarious to jugal n me...after that it was coulple time n nothing interesting really ,i knew v should have taken 2 rooms every1 wanted to lie down (mental note for nxt time ppl)...i only wished harsh n paras had stayed longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm..umm.. i think this is getting really long n it is pretty exhaustive. every1 will agree that it was a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;great day n a lot of fun&lt;/span&gt; except that it ended to soon.. so i should leave ul here with sweet memories of manori for i dont know when v'll get to do this again..thanx to every1 who made it possible... bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n i think t&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he 11 of us (v're a lot now) totally rocked manori!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-117009791588509238?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/117009791588509238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=117009791588509238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/117009791588509238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/117009791588509238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2007/01/manori.html' title='MANORI !!'/><author><name>Chotu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-116751614981937559</id><published>2006-12-31T03:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:32:29.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shalom Alekhem!!!</title><content type='html'>Shalom!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with the most amazing blessing one can give, "Shalom", meaning, "may peace be with you". And I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I've had just about a brilliant time at the conference and also the 2 days with my aunt. I have tons of stories to tell you, bot, good and bad. I have the learnt a lot from the conference. One thing is for sure, I'm never going to let my children grow up anywhere else except Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;Most of you wouldn't agree, but those of you who wouldn't, how many people can you say you KNOW, know from a particular country. The only person who does know, will agree with me. Wouldn't you Harsh?&lt;br /&gt;That apart. anyway, how does all this matter. We're all anyhow acting without bothering to check on other people's opinions of the same action, or hiding things. But may be that's what real friends are, ken? I'm no more expecting, it was my bad to have at some point. I'm too protective. But I'm sorry, I never meant to enforce my views and opinions upon any of you guys. Don't get me wrong, you guys still are the best anyone could ask for, and I'll always care for you all more than I do for myself. Just, I'm not expecting it back. It gets hurtful. My problem is that I'm too, how do you say? Ermm... Old fashioned? Ken. That.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, are you guys doing anything for newyears together, and I don't mean sitting at your respective place and watching the same stupid stars dance like idiots on the same stupid songs, I mean... You know what I mean! Right?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great Christmas!!?&lt;br /&gt;Love you all tons and hope you manage to have a brillaint New Years,&lt;br /&gt;Tziporah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-116751614981937559?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/116751614981937559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=116751614981937559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/116751614981937559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/116751614981937559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/12/shalom-alekhem.html' title='Shalom Alekhem!!!'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-116534145960773679</id><published>2006-12-05T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:35:09.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HEY!!</title><content type='html'>hey ppl..how is every1 ..havent had time to talk to all of u in a long time now....im sorry but i swear im going to spend so much time wid ul that ul will want me gone.. hehe.. anyway im missing all of ul so much n i have so much catching up too do............ divya n prakshal??? wow divi i dint know it would that far to holding hands n all that too under the blanket...b'ach (is that the rite spelling? ;P ) the last i held was tht it was a crush buit i guess im way out of the loop now :( ... anyway i dont have much to rite bout my exams going all rite now so not much hapening still i thought id rite...&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... im so happy for harsh n natasha now that her dad knows n all..it will be such a relief 4 both of ul..harsh u dont need to be freaked out bout it.. her dad dint freak out which means he dosent think ul bad or anything.. so chill...&lt;br /&gt;thats the last bit of news i recieved so i think thats all from me.....&lt;br /&gt;im dying to meet all of u..theres so much v have to talk bout..love u all..&lt;br /&gt;muuahh!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-116534145960773679?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/116534145960773679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=116534145960773679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/116534145960773679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/116534145960773679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey.html' title='HEY!!'/><author><name>Chotu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-116515975814172399</id><published>2006-12-03T19:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:59:18.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On goings...</title><content type='html'>How distant we've become from the blog... Like how it'll be once we all have to get married and move back.&lt;br /&gt;But realisation has hit me, and I know that it will have to be.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a part of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be here whenever I can, and come on here whenever you need me.&lt;br /&gt;Tons is going on. I guess it will, Paras, Prakshal, Ronak, Darius, Jiggy? And obviously the tons between Harsh and me. Everone gets 3rd person info now... Ruchika's birthday, Harsh, Divi and I celebrated with her and her college friends... Nehas with some other people there and some other missing. I have tons to write, but no way to write it.&lt;br /&gt;Like for instance I'm at Ruchika's house, Ruch, Divi and Harsh are doing their Accounts Home Work, and I'm online talking with Prakshal about him and Divya holding hands under the blanket on Ruch's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-116515975814172399?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/116515975814172399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=116515975814172399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/116515975814172399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/116515975814172399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-goings.html' title='On goings...'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-116045643208845108</id><published>2006-10-10T10:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:30:32.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sneha's Letter from Dharamshala...How Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I managed to get into a cyber cafe here in Dharamshala so I just  thought I'd write to you guys...you know, since I miss you so much and all.  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So far, the trip has been really fun. Amritsar was very hot and  polluted, and I didn't really like it. But the golden temple was soo  pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dharamshala...OMG I so don't want to leave! It's freaking  gorgeous, honestly, it's like heaven. And freezing. We went to a waterfall  yesterday and the temperature was like 5 degrees! Imagine! And there was a  hailstorm! Woo! (the hailstones hurt, though :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We're leaving today  afternoon to a place called Pathankot (or something) and we'll take a night  train to Delhi and reach tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I don't have much  time here, hope you exams are all going well...see you soon! I'll be back Sunday  night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sneha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-116045643208845108?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/116045643208845108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=116045643208845108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/116045643208845108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/116045643208845108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/10/snehas-letter-from-dharamshalahow.html' title='Sneha&apos;s Letter from Dharamshala...How Sweet!'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115814137372940924</id><published>2006-09-13T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-13T15:26:13.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/2920/1600/missyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/2920/320/missyou.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115814137372940924?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115814137372940924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115814137372940924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115814137372940924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115814137372940924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115644649519871990</id><published>2006-08-25T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:38:15.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ITC Central Sheraton</title><content type='html'>hey u lovely people.. been a loooong time since i posted on the blog n i guess everybody is quite busy.. im still very angry with dinku cause she dint come 2 ma house that evenin wen everybody had come over last sunday.. anyway im posting mainly coz of this incident that took place on tuesday night.. i had gone for a friends party to sheraton on tuesday n even gunjan was there with ma other other building frnds.. we were all excited to go since we were goin for a party after a long time.. u'll wont believe this but me n gunjan got sloshed on vodka during the party n we threw up also.. gunjan was very excited coz she wanted 2 experience gettin drunk at least once n she chose tht as the day cause it was like free drinks n all.. n i was just givin gunjan company n the end result was got HIGH....  it was fun but ma frnds takin care of me had a tough time was like a nightmare.. even ronak was a part of all this he had a tough time handling us.. lol n when they were describing it the next day it was damn hilarious.. i fell on ma ass twice hehe.. both of us were so sloshed that we had 2 spend the night at a frnds place coz we coudnt come home in tht state.. the only thing i regret is tht i dint manage 2 eat the desserts which are like damn delicious.. but it was fun.. think i will give ull intricate details later on too lazy 2 type sorry.. but i think i've given the major description was a completely different experience n its a lil embarassin 2 get sloshed n not be in ur senses at places like sheraton but twas okay.. hehehe... n i also dint go 2 college the next day cause i returned home only by like 2:30am n 4 hrs of sleep wasnt enough felt like i wud jst collapse on the road only.. n the next day was missing matheran alot.. so this was somethin freaky tht happened recently.. hope 2 hear from u'll soon cause its been long nobody has posted yet.. take care&lt;br /&gt;LOVE U'LL ALOT....!!!! MMMMMMMUAHH....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115644649519871990?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115644649519871990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115644649519871990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115644649519871990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115644649519871990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/08/itc-central-sheraton.html' title='ITC Central Sheraton'/><author><name>chubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115532329877274807</id><published>2006-08-11T23:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:38:18.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sweet,cute n adorable moments!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hey guys,im writin after really long. N dis time its gonna be a little long.........so pls dont mind......&lt;br /&gt;Well dis is sumthin i wont 4get ever...........sum sweet,cute n adorable moments of ma life..........&lt;br /&gt;1)      when i was wid raj travels,der was a day where i was really really tired,as i had 2 keep runnin from de main ofice 2 de bak office(which is across de road).On dat day v got a bookin 4 which i had 2 go 2 de bak office just 4 sum stupid xeroxe.I tried 2 ignore dem first(as id dint wanna go).At dat very moment Ashish sir was like"give me,i'll get them"...........&lt;br /&gt;Dat was like just so sweet of him............&lt;br /&gt;2)       dis is about my cousin bro(who lives in ghatkopar).Well hes de onie bro im close 2.........&lt;br /&gt;well i was at his place 4 ma vacations,n hence was present 4 his bday as well.He not onie took me out wid his frds n his girlfrd,for a treat.wat ahppened here was dat on de way bak his gf got pissed wid him,so he bought her a bucn of red roses 2 patao her.Den he was like he shud have bought me too, so he bought me pink roses.................&lt;br /&gt;well hes de first guy 2 gimme flowers..............&lt;br /&gt;3)        now dis is when v were in pune.Ruch ,Vinay n me were in de garden 4 a nite walk.Der was a slope kinda thingy,where v were relaxin,n after a while v decided 2 leave.While v were gettin down de slope,vinay was already down n he offered me his hand,so dat i cud get down wid ease.He asked me 2 do de same 4 ruch.&lt;br /&gt;           one more sweet thing dat he did was,offerin me his windsheeter.dis time v were all outside 210,n it was 1 of dose days where it wud rain 4 a min n stop,so i dint open ma umbrella.but den when it wud rain even a bit,i wud crib.I guess he noticed me cribbin too much n offered me his windsheeter,though it had stopped rainin.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl dint stop teain us for 10-15 mins,but i found dis extremely carin............&lt;br /&gt;4)          I kno who will be de best momma.Well no prizes 4 guessin...........its ma diffused sister,chottu.This gurl made our matheran trip a way way more better dan wat i cud have been.&lt;br /&gt;she kept de room 24/7 clean.I mean none of us did dat,except her...............i really appreciate her for dat...........&lt;br /&gt;n guess wat,i love our sexy momma............luv ya babes........muahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;5)          Dis is sumthin dat i kno he dint mean,but i still found it sweet.well im tokin about paras here.once v were tokin on de fone,n as usual v just end up tokin crap n criticisin each oder.So dis time i dont kno y but i just said dat no1 can be as sweet as ma bro(de ghatkopar 1).On hearin dis paras was like wat do u mean.n i was like i cant compare him wid any1.so den he was like y.I was like coz hes too sweet.den he was like wats so sweet about him?N i said dat he never says "no" 2 me  4 anythin.just coz he wanted me 2 compare him wid ma bro,he was like even u never ever said  a "no" 2 u 4 anyhtin..........&lt;br /&gt;dis actually made me think n i realised he hasnt ever actually done dat......(i kno ruch will not stop teasin me,but den balls man,i dont care a fuk!!!!!!!!u can go tell de whole wide world.it doesnt matter............coz v kno de truth)&lt;br /&gt;6)           im sure u'll kno asamita..........well wat 2 say about dis gurl..........der is just 1 word 4 her dat describes her de best........n dats......"SWEETHEART".Believe me shes de most sweetest person ive known...........just der 4 u always&lt;br /&gt;I kuv dat gurl,shes awesum man(no pun intended!!!)&lt;br /&gt;7)            now im gonna write about our very own harsh.Well u'll all kno wat i thought about him in de beginnin n how i finally cud accept him as a part of US!!!took me like a hell lo of time,but im glad,coz dat each moment got me more n more closer 2 him as a frd.n de matheran trip made did it all!!!!!!! I remember when v were returnin from sum point thingy n de path was dark,where i got a little scared.I remember him holdin my hand n sayin" cum i'll take u thru......"&lt;br /&gt;Dat was so carin............&lt;br /&gt;8)           I cant forget ma bldg frds,wat so ever.dey r like forever ready kinda thing 2 go out n 2 hold my bag or parcel or anythin....dey actually climb 3 floors 2 accompany me till my doorstep,n ofcourse wid de intension of loosin sum weight.........&lt;br /&gt;still watever it is i wud have died in dis bldg of mine widout dem.............&lt;br /&gt;9)           oh how cud i forget my sunny. hes such a kid,my god.Once ruch,sum oder frd of ours,him n i were returnin home in a gents compartment,n i was sittin on de outside part.In de beginin de train was empty so no1 was sittin besides me.but as de train became crowded sum1 came n sat,so he got up from his window seat n asked me to move in,which was too lote as my station had already cum................&lt;br /&gt;dat was still very kind of him.........but hes such a kid man...........seriously&lt;br /&gt;10)           maybe dis is de last 1 but de not de least.im tokin about prakshaal(yes ruch's prakshaal)dis guy is too too funny,  really really really realy really sweet,n i mean it!!!!!!he keeps pullin my leg,calls me a dumb goat,cant stop messin around wid ma hair,basically cant stop irritatin me..........must be wonderin wats so sweet about him........well he too must not be serious about it,but he keeps sayin"i'll drop u home"...........he says it whenever u say" its too late........"&lt;br /&gt;he actually is very carin n an amazin person by nature..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115532329877274807?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115532329877274807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115532329877274807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115532329877274807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115532329877274807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweetcute-n-adorable-moments.html' title='sweet,cute n adorable moments!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115531837950130588</id><published>2006-08-11T23:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:16:19.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kabab Mein Haddi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I met Natasha today after four-five days (That's a long time for us...). I was really tired with Achiever's Day and was returning home in a fast train. But Natasha said she wanted to see me so I got off at Dadar and took a slow to Mahim. I was craving Lassi from Grant Road station for some reason... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I met Natasha and then she took me to some Energy Stall on the way to Shivaji Park. So we were just chatting up and suddenly someone comes u from behind and kind of shouts, "Kabab mein Haddi!" Natasha got stunned and at that very moment I thought we were in a lot of trouble! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But guess who it turned out to be.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wrong! Sneha's Dad!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He said "Kabab Mein Haddi" like 2-3 times. Then he said something to the effect that out of "here" and "there" that was the only place we could find to meet up...And then he said that I had been roaming around here and there and enjoying myself...He also invited us over to his place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Talk about awkwardness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The best was Natasha's reaction: "At least we don't have to find places to go to like his daughter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Woah Sneha! Do something about your rep! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115531837950130588?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115531837950130588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115531837950130588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115531837950130588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115531837950130588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/08/kabab-mein-haddi_11.html' title='Kabab Mein Haddi!'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115505582993811026</id><published>2006-08-08T22:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:20:29.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Food is Oil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Matheran really brought us all closer. It was the best thing that ever happened to us since we have met!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And Natasha- We will have an Apartment some day. Our own. I will work towards. I hope you will too. At least those of who are really Interested!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lots of Love to Everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115505582993811026?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115505582993811026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115505582993811026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115505582993811026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115505582993811026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/08/food-is-oil.html' title='Food is Oil.'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115417494063382064</id><published>2006-07-29T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:14:21.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Giselle!!!</title><content type='html'>Bonjour, my fellow apartment share holders!!!&lt;br /&gt;Millions of happenings, millions of seconds, such few of them together!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's where this blog comes in place. I do no not if you girls, yes, Harsh, girls, because this is particularly to remind the girls, that we had once planned on a combined diary... You, my beloved, have made that possible. Thank you Harsh.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, absolutely so, once upon a time our plans seemed.&lt;br /&gt;The "Combined Diary" having happened, now so has Sneha's Jared, and soon to happen, Matheraan. I'll take this opportunity to thnak Each And Every one of you, because you all are coming. It means a LOT to me. I could almost say, that perhaps, it's even more important to me than it is to Sneha. it seems to me as if it would be benificial to me instead of her. Love you all the same. maybe, I like being the plan maker. Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Sneha, Jared's a darling!!! Really!!! He's soo sweet. We all had a great time with him, and he seems really "apna". Like he was helping us in deciding whether or not to call R**** or not... you know? It's felt really nice. I hope he liked us too. We all hope he has the best time of his life here with you, and us, and promise to try our best to make that possible.&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of you: I want you all there!!! I don't care what tutions or tests you have... You HAVE to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115417494063382064?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115417494063382064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115417494063382064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115417494063382064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115417494063382064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/giselle.html' title='Giselle!!!'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115392415849780138</id><published>2006-07-26T19:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:59:18.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>same old sad neha....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;dont have an everyday habit to read the blog.. but was all of a sudden feelin very lonely so thot y not post somethin n read the other posts.. the updation from all of ull was quite good.. n im somehow really scared to talk to harsh (i know he cares for me but my heart does not wanna listen 2 wat he says especially abt r****)..  i think nothin in my life is right except u'll.. for everything else there is always a fear.. i dont remember posting anything that m happy about on the blog except the workshop last time i think.. there is always cold war going on in my house.. as far as i can m not makin money an issue for the matheran trip but there is so much financial crisis here.. there is absolutely no mental peace.. natasha or any off ull get to know about a promo job lemme know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;n i joined the NSS club in college. i feel like joining the sports club also since i have started playin chess.. u'll are so lucky to be busy all the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;on the other hand i dont even like going to college. everything is just so aloof from u.. there was a time wen angi was a good frnd of mine but now its only a mere hi n bye n the reason for the distance is my relation with raj.. i know its not a very pleasant thing n majority ppl cannot accept it.. u tend to move on.. now with this statement of mine ull must b thinkin y cant it be the same with raj y cant u move on without him.. ull could just question anythin i say but somethings just cannot be explained cause there will always be disagreement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;im choked dont wish to type any further.. i know harsh will completely disagree n dislike wat i said.. im sorry folks.. i so wish i could be like harsh or natasha but each one is diff.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;just typed all that i was thinkin about.. to let it out just typed it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;take care my sweethearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;LOVE U'LL....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mmmmmmmmuah......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115392415849780138?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115392415849780138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115392415849780138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115392415849780138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115392415849780138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/same-old-sad-neha.html' title='same old sad neha....!!!'/><author><name>chubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115358873706210719</id><published>2006-07-22T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:49:07.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>Wow, EVERYONE posted! So, it's only fair that I do, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, for some reason, the main blogger page is not loading for me, so I read everything through the main Dashboard page. So I can't comment on you guys' entries, either. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things have been really, really busy and hectic lately. Projects, and now my cousin and her kids are over, too! And next week...well, we all know what will happen next week. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this isn't long like everyone else's but I have a ton of stuff to finish before my cutie of a boyfriend gets here. ^_^ Hope the next 4 days fly by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loooove you,&lt;br /&gt;Sneha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115358873706210719?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115358873706210719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115358873706210719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115358873706210719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115358873706210719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Sneha</name><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-22828213.post-115357383472879446</id><published>2006-07-22T18:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:46:11.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's soo good to see everyone posting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Since I have not seen everyone since a bit, let me update you all too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have almost finished my painting. Now I have to copy "Scream" by Edvard Munch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My parents are here till Monday. It's really good to have them here for these little pockets of time and I like giving them as much time as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Besides that my Ad batch is working on our College's Achiever's Day. Busy with that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have joined a course in the Stock Exchange  "Comprehensive Course on Technical Analysis". It will basically teach me how to look at price charts and figure out where they are headed to next. It will be for six weeks- every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday 5:30PM till about 8:30. It starts from the 31st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am going to Hyderabad from the 25th to the 28th before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gunjan: I am glad you posted finally. The blog is a very powerful communication tool. I am really not happy with your results. I don't like it when people near and dear to me do not perform well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Natasha: I am glad you had such a good time with Akshay. Glad to know about the similarity in your choices as well. Sorry about Matheran. Sorry about getting pissed and not being able to contact you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ruch: I am happy you are busy. Just take care of yourself and I want you to see that you don't let your ego get out of hand. Just as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Neha: I need to talk to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sneha: I sincerely hope you have a great time with Jared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Divi: Glad you lazed around. Don't watch too much porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lots of Love to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115357383472879446?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115357383472879446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115357383472879446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115357383472879446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115357383472879446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115356898607201741</id><published>2006-07-22T17:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T17:19:46.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My turn!!!!!</title><content type='html'>to begin with, i was very shocked to read all you guys post on the blog. im proud of you ll!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm(lol) .......you ll all seem busy lately, its like we could compete with each other on who  is the busiest and i bet i will win.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to hear Neha is enjoying the Workshop. Its good Gunjan has all her friends in her tutions, nice to know Divya is content in bunking an entire day without informing anyone(includes me) and damn! im jealious Natasha met Akshaye and had sooo much fun, without me ( just kidding, oh and him screaming i love you totally reminded me of the bus incident that happened in Isarel). Its so cool your participating in Malhar, makes me Proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm .... now to more important things. Matheran seems like a necessacity for all of us-considering Jared is coming. I could do just about anything to come but it seeems difficult. Mainly cause finance is the issue here; my dad has to pay for my Mba classes(which cost a bomb) n tutions and there french later and my phone bill is 1200 bucks(God save me). I will hate myself if i am the reason you ll will cancel the trip so PLEASE  go ahead, have fun and Enjoy on my behalf too. Jared should know how much fun his Girlfriends' friends are!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;dont let me down ok.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to see you all soon!!! miss you all , ALWAYS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115356898607201741?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115356898607201741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115356898607201741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115356898607201741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115356898607201741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-turn.html' title='My turn!!!!!'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115350591790941890</id><published>2006-07-21T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:48:37.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy ppl!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;well dis week seems 2 be a week where all of us have actually removed time 2 write on de blog.....hehehe........&lt;br /&gt;neways actually dint write all dis while coz even i,like gunjan,was waitin 4 smt excitin 2 happen n den write smt really really nice..........but seriously life seeems 2 be stuk der onie........&lt;br /&gt;so as i said ders nuthin new except 4 de gems work happenin all de time...........goin 2 coll everyday coz of dat n havent attended a lecture in ages now...............but but but,i took a nice leave yesterday,where i dint inform any1 dat i wasnt cumin 2 coll n was just lazyin around at home de whole damn day............felt so good!!!!!!!!!!!! n den later went 4 a stayover 2 asamitas place as well(n v also watched porn..........hehehehe).................was so happy yesterday just a very very relaxin day..............&lt;br /&gt;so dats it from my side for de time being..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115350591790941890?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115350591790941890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115350591790941890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115350591790941890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115350591790941890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/heyy-ppl-well-dis-week-seems-2-be-week.html' title=''/><author><name>dinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115350307330023958</id><published>2006-07-21T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:01:22.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses &amp; things...</title><content type='html'>I've been quite busy since the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glimpses: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My intra-college fest to introduce the "Facchas" to the various college clubs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Executive of French Club,  thank you very much, hence having a lot of responsibility. So we prepared this Fashion Show with people representing different aspects of France, an Artist, a chef, a perfume model, a tennis player, a musician, a model, a French Revolutionary &amp; a flower girl. Guess who I was..? The model ofcourse!!! I was "Giselle, ze French Beech!!!" It went really well, it took place today and I did soo well!!! I goot like hoots and whistles, did the whole attitude thing!!! You guys, it's a must see... very PCD!!! My power point presentation was screened... The audicence was like reading along and stuff... Even the nuns liked it. Everyone did realy well... Namrata got a bit nervous and forgot to say some stuff on stage.. but that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*Gender Sensitization: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the same thing Neha's going for. It's terribly repititive. i'm tired of the whole feminism thing...  Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*Malhar: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you don't know what that is... slap yourselves... I'm doing Fine Arts. I'm gonna be the designer of a dress which we have to make on the spot... Stitch, mind you... and "popculture"... Making stuff out of POP, ie.. Plaster of Paris. Cool naa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*Akshaya: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He's leaving on Monday... I'm gonna miss him soo much!!! we met up today at Barista, Bandra... I reached like 10mins b4 him, and guess who I see there! Vibhuti and Animesh!!! Cool naa? Well, we spoke for a bit, Aksh came, he spoke to them for a bit, and then we left there... I mean it would be soo awkward for the 4 of us to sit there... Actuall, Ali was to come there... was hoping I'd get to see his hot face!!! Lol!!! So we left for some place at Paali hill... nice place it was... We had lollypops, btw... He likes the sour ones too Harsh!!! I can't wait to have more of those... He had some Kiwi juice which we found out he didnt have to pay for coz he landed up knowing the owner... We had sucha  good time with memories and all... He's broken up with Oriel... He says he's enjoying being single... Though he does miss her terribly. He's soo bloddy crazy!!! It's soo much fun to hang out with him. Sorry I didn't call you, ruch, but since he's leaving and all he just wanted to talk... Plus having broken up with Oriel... He'll be coming back in December, said he'll meet you then... He did the CRAZIEST thing while saying "goodbye"... I got into the bus, and while I did, the bus hadn't started yet, he screams, "Natasha!!! I love you!!!" The whole bus turned to look at him and then at me!!! He's sooo Crazy!!! I had my lollypop in my mouth, so I couldn't reply till the bus started.. so I sent him a text... the next thing, I hear him scream, "Natasha!!! I love you!!!" from my window!!! don't get him wrong, it's just a let's- embarass- Natasha thing... The wole bus turned again.. He was in  a rick heading home... so that's that... We'll all meet him in Dec... We were SUCH good CHUUDY BUDDYS!!! There's like no weird thing between us... I think he might get back to Oriel... theure gonna spend a month together when he goes back... then he'll get back to his college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going for Pirates or OVER the hedge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/22828213-115350307330023958?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115350307330023958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115350307330023958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115350307330023958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115350307330023958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/glimpses-things.html' title='Glimpses &amp; things...'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115348855080313215</id><published>2006-07-21T18:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:59:11.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its me!!! hehe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hello apartment cause ppl have been complaining tht its only harsh n nattu writing on the blog so i shall also make it a point do so. anyway had a long day at college today. the gender sensitization worshop was good, quite an eye- opener. another day of tht to go actually. anyway there is a mumbai festival comin up which includes plays, movies n cuisine so i was wonderin if all of us could go 4 a theatre play. we've never done tht i think it'll be a cool idea ya wat say..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;just so that ull know i cut my middle finger with a scissor hehe.. nothin serious but just writin abt wats happenin with me hehe..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hey i really want mahabaleshwar to happen i dont remember going out of mumbai with u'll, cant say anythin to ruch about her problem cause i have so many problems on my side that i dont think ill b able to sponsor her for the trip. dunno if i can sponssor myself too n divya has a no for everything. i havent asked my parents yet but told mom about the plan. will work on it in a day or 2. m prayin it works it'll be awesome n m sure sneha must b on the 7th heaven since jared is coming down.. m so happy for her..   :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i was so happy to attend the workshop cause this is the first time m doing something useful in life hehe.. wish 2 do much  more in these two years..  anyway tadaa for now.. later people shall keep ull updated. love u'll mmmmmmmmuah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115348855080313215?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115348855080313215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115348855080313215' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115348855080313215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115348855080313215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-me-hehe.html' title='its me!!! hehe....'/><author><name>chubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115347948672014467</id><published>2006-07-21T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:28:06.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHOS HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey everyone im finally writing! . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know its been way over due but i was hoping i to   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;write bout smth interesting when it hpns but since nothing out of the way seems to happening i thought of writing anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so my clg finallly has started n in my whole vacations i barely got to meet u guys (n sneha i met only once :( ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know all of you'll have already heard that my results came out ..n i aint very happy with the result maybe luck will favour nxt time round.. il surely try harder.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so anyway thats enought of bad news .. the good thing is that i got bio this sem n im really happy  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after almost a whole year of only using the calculator v get to do smth interesting.. yippee!! now that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s enought bout me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;        . . . . . . .              . Jared's going to be coming very soon now actually only 5 days left now.. SNeha u prepared butterfly stomach yet?! hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                   hmmm.... so waht else .. i can c that no 1 posts,harsh n natasha seem to be the only regular ppl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                   ok i think thats enough for now... sry i dont have much to write bout  n i also have to leave now i have tuts ( dreaded thing starts today -- but almost my whole group is with me in the class almost 8 of us so it should be fun )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                             BYE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                                             luv u all tons!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                               MMWAAAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n v shall meet soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115347948672014467?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115347948672014467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115347948672014467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115347948672014467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115347948672014467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/guess-whos-here.html' title='GUESS WHOS HERE!!!'/><author><name>Chotu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115290445715074503</id><published>2006-07-15T00:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:44:17.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Natasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/serious-natasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/serious-natasha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115290445715074503?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115290445715074503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115290445715074503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115290445715074503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115290445715074503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/natasha.html' title='Natasha'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115252618230499079</id><published>2006-07-10T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:39:42.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ra pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/We%20rock%21%21%21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/We%20rock%21%21%21.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/the%20two%20Chotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/the%20two%20Chotus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/The%20Hot%20bro..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/The%20Hot%20bro..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Ra-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Ra-me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Ra4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Ra4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're finally here!!! Cheers to Aksh!!! I look sooo weird in them, like my face is totally shinning like cra&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Akshaya%27s%20Angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Akshaya%27s%20Angels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115252618230499079?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115252618230499079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115252618230499079' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115252618230499079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115252618230499079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/ra-pics.html' title='The Ra pics.'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115235936450647149</id><published>2006-07-08T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-08T17:19:24.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ATB - The Autumn Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.youpload.com/files/general/3e7ca3389a/autumn_leaves_wma_.htm"&gt;http://www.youpload.com/files/general/3e7ca3389a/autumn_leaves_wma_.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I woke under the cover of darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Looked up into the television sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wandered through the city alone this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rain wouldn't stop, I couldn't dry my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who is the one to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why is it that you never say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...when the feeling leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...if you're through with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I'm walking through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cold tears falling down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...like the autumn leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...on a windy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I went to the edge of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Over bright highways where the traffic was the only sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;While my eyes were looking at the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I could see pictures of you floating all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I didn't doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who is the one to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why is it that you never say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...when the feeling leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...if you're through with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I'm walking through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cold tears falling down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...like the autumn leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...on a windy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who is the one to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why is it that you never say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...when the feeling leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...if you're through with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I'm walking through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cold tears falling down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...like the autumn leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...on a windy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who is the one to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why is it that you never say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...when the feeling leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...if you're through with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I'm walking through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cold tears falling down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...like the autumn leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...on a windy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who is the one to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why is it that you never say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...when the feeling leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...if you're through with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I'm walking through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cold tears falling down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...like the autumn leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;...on a windy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115235936450647149?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115235936450647149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115235936450647149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115235936450647149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115235936450647149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/atb-autumn-leaves_115235936450647149.html' title='ATB - The Autumn Leaves'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115175017079910494</id><published>2006-07-01T15:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:06:10.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No good insect</title><content type='html'>Hyderabad is soo big and soo rich, its crazy. People own like 4 malls and there are so many Ford Endeavours to be seen. It's a bustiling city with KFC n all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am nothing in front of them- a mere nothing.  It is great to see a jeweller all well dressed and taking care of some real business. It adds meaning to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached today at 3AM. Our flight was diverted to Ahmedabad, since we did not get permission to land and were running low on fuel. And they didnt give us anything to eat even! Way to go SpiceJet. Then, when we landed in Mumbai, we were so fast that the pilots had to apply a lot of reverse thrust. We could see smoke coming out of the right turbine just beside us. I wonder what was that all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed Natasha...well...it was quite boring other the fact that i got to learn a lot. Infact a got to learn a lot more than I do in the factory- all days combined. I am really happy how my relationship with Natasha is- so gentle and peaceful...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with Spanish and I am thinking of doing the 3rd level too...and my Japanese is headed nowhere and I am thinking of joining the classes up at the Indo-Japanese Association. I can't give up now! I am still on a desperate hunt for someone who will teach me maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts tuts with Ruch n Divya are a bit dull and boring. They are all such a studious lot- but I wonder how smart. And thats what matters. Its nice to see Ruch so busy. Its gonna make her so experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha must be working in the rains...stupid girl! I hope the trains will be working! Rs.250 a day will just get you about to nowhere. I hope she realises this and more. Ofcourse I'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribean 2 is out in the US. I wonder when it comes here. I like it because of its theme and the acting...and I just love the ride back at Disneyland...all foggy and mysterious with a nice comic touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market rose be 300 points yesterday...and I have no knowledge to understand whats happening and I have lost simply too much. Im jus gonna wait n watch a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find myself in this war inside of me. I dont talk to my dad much- I'm just fed up of it. I don't talk to my mom- she never gets anything. All she does is worries. What can my brother say even if I tell him anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I headed to? If I work with uncle, it becomes like a favour you know- a big favour on me...and I don't like it one bit. Yes, our family relationships our close- but still- it is a damn favour- I am his servant, in a sense. How will I get out there on my own? I want to stand up on my feet by myself- not hold a weight and then be pulled up. It's just annoying that way...That's why I feel like going away and making my life. Money is very very important- but it's not everything. What will be the use of being rich if I will still feel that way when I grow up? To me, my freedom is more important. But so is my career and business. I have no technical knowledge about the field yet. I'm just like Neha in a way...just juggling around things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get irritated easily, I don't talk properly to people...I don't know what to do. I am ok but sometimes I just get moodswings and I can't sleep in the night- no matter how tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue what I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that I am so confused in life- but I tell them its the opposite. I sort off have my path and have an idea as to what is to be done. But maybe they are right in the end. I make an "S" instead of just going straight like "I". Its just turmoil turmoil turmoil. Nothing makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading "Art for Beginners" and One line which really hit me is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Romantic art, finally, is linked to painting, music and poetry as art forms which depart from the physical and move towards the spiritual. At the end of the day, art's function is limited : art, like everything else, must be replaced by philosophy as the peak of "pure consciousness". Thus Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel talked of the end of art."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could have a nice chat with Hegel sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done with "A Tour of the Subatomic Zoo" which is a great book for a laymen like you and me. Out subatomic world is way more complex than Electrons, Protons and Neutrons and extremely senseless and confusing. This book has helped me a lot in satiating my curiosity about the subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115175017079910494?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115175017079910494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115175017079910494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115175017079910494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115175017079910494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-good-insect_01.html' title='No good insect'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115174304466632234</id><published>2006-07-01T13:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:07:24.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello pals&lt;br /&gt;today read all the posts together dint get a chance to log on cause gunjan is using the net every night and i was home today so just thought of readin all of it...&lt;br /&gt;its been ages since i met ull or spoke to ull. once college begins everybody becomes so busy and so busy that i havent met natasha for a long time inspite of being in the same college..&lt;br /&gt;anyway harsh used to call me n now even he aint here i dunno if he is back. sneha, i havent met u in ages. i bought a top from bandra n it is somethin i have neva worn before. ruchika n gunjan know about it cause i tried it in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;we went to bandstand the other day n i had almost lost my cell phone. i was so careless stupid me... we had a nice time eating chana bhel n gola..&lt;br /&gt;natasha,divya n sneha-who is always busy couldnt make it otherwise we would have had much more fun. it was so nice n breezy. we sure had a nice time n that same night i went to sheesha for dinner with my building friends which was also good. we were like 11 of us n we had those mattresses to sit on with a low level table in between.. twas cool&lt;br /&gt;i have started NIIT again n i would be trying for mba.&lt;br /&gt;m a lil scared cause i gotta know that CAT is quite difficult n only meant for engineers and CA's. might just give only CET. still pondering over it.&lt;br /&gt;these monsoons make me feel so dull..&lt;br /&gt;anyway gotta go now&lt;br /&gt;will c ull later&lt;br /&gt;take care....&lt;br /&gt;i love u'll n please keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;love neha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115174304466632234?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115174304466632234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115174304466632234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115174304466632234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115174304466632234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-pals-today-read-all-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>chubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115148446330736903</id><published>2006-06-28T14:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:17:43.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>By Mrs Shirish Pai</title><content type='html'>Our feet tread on upon unknown&lt;br /&gt;And dangerous pathways evermore.&lt;br /&gt;Wave after blinded wave is shattered&lt;br /&gt;Stormily upon the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Light glows alive again. Again&lt;br /&gt;It mingles with the dark of night.&lt;br /&gt;Our earthen hands burn out, and then&lt;br /&gt;Again in flames they are alight.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fully known,&lt;br /&gt;And everything is clear to see.&lt;br /&gt;And the wound that's born to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Bleeds on forever, faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;There is a battle sometimes, where&lt;br /&gt;Defeat is destined as the end.&lt;br /&gt;Some experiences are meant&lt;br /&gt;To taste, then just to waste and spend.&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I have hereby decided to use our blog as a diary. I think that is exactly the purpose of it. Too bad you all can't find it in you to do the same. Figure the poem out., if you think you get it, let me know why I've put it up.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha.&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_17.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115148446330736903?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115148446330736903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115148446330736903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115148446330736903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115148446330736903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/by-mrs-shirish-pai.html' title='By Mrs Shirish Pai'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115140726050944429</id><published>2006-06-27T16:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:51:00.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sneha!!!! sing with me.......</title><content type='html'>dont want you for the weekend,&lt;br /&gt; dont want you for a day&lt;br /&gt;dont need a love divided,&lt;br /&gt; dont want to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i want you to need me, (the way that i need you)&lt;br /&gt;just like i need you (the way i see you)&lt;br /&gt;and i want you to see me,&lt;br /&gt; like no-one before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;you're irresistible, you're natural, and physical&lt;br /&gt;it's indefinable, it's magical, illogical.&lt;br /&gt;So make-you-mineable,&lt;br /&gt;You're mine.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cant you see im tortured,&lt;br /&gt;oh cant you hear my pain?&lt;br /&gt;if you'd just let me show you (show you)&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your summer rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you'll feel that you want me (the way i feel it)&lt;br /&gt;just like i want you ( the way i want you)&lt;br /&gt;and you know nothings better,&lt;br /&gt;its like nothing before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;you're irresistible, you're natural, and physical&lt;br /&gt;its indefinable,magical, illogical,&lt;br /&gt;so make-you-mine-able,you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you feel what im feeling (dont you feel what im feeling)&lt;br /&gt;dont you know that its more (it can take you places)&lt;br /&gt;it can take you places, like never before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;you're irresistible, you're natural, and physical.&lt;br /&gt;its indifineable, magical, and illogical,&lt;br /&gt;so make-you-mine-able,&lt;br /&gt;your mine........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115140726050944429?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115140726050944429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115140726050944429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115140726050944429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115140726050944429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/sneha-sing-with-me.html' title='Sneha!!!! sing with me.......'/><author><name>ruch</name><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-22828213.post-115133367313661848</id><published>2006-06-26T18:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:24:33.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ra, my way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Will it? Won't it? Well, it did. We did go to Ra, we, being Gunjan(thank you very much), Neha, Ruch, Aksh(woo hoo) et moi. I don't think I've enjoyed dancing soo much, except Israel maybe. And all thanks to Akshaya!!! He is soo much fun!!! He is just mad, MAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the madness thus started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st June, 2006. At 18:30hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am by my comp, in my pjs with a satisfied feeling. Satisfied because the night's plan was finally fixed. We were going. My cellphone rings... An unknown number, "Hello, Natasha?" It was an unknown, husky voice, "Akshaya here, what are you wearing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you talking like that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Calling from office... Forget that... What are you wearing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pyjamas. Why?", I wonder suspiciously what he's upto.&lt;br /&gt;"Peabrain!!! What will you be wearing in the evening?"&lt;br /&gt;"Skirt, T'shirt... Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, "What Colour?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Pink... Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm your date &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_2_105.gif" /&gt;naa... We have to match. You ask too many questions. Gotta go, bye"&lt;br /&gt;"But..." He's already hungup. He's such a crazy fellow! I love that about him.&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At 22:30 hrs. One act play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gunjan, Ruch &amp; I have already reached Phoenix. None of the others had. We decide to go for a drive, get lost, the others reach and claim us late. Typical. The hugs &amp;amp; introductions follow.&lt;br /&gt;Mihir: Let's get in?&lt;br /&gt;We get in, with stamps on our hands. It has a typically club-effect to it. It's rather small though. There are low tables and white sofas or chairs on three sides of the room, all of which are occupied by some group or couple. On the side opposite the enterance is the bar- Packed. We cross the dance floor, which obviously enough is right in the center, to reach the loo-corner. No one is dancing.&lt;br /&gt;There is a big projection screen on the side of the enterance on which ESPN is playin. Argetnina would be playing Netherlands that night.&lt;br /&gt;Akshaya: Natasha, I don't mind dancing&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/1055.gif" /&gt; even now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gunjan, guys, let's dance?&lt;br /&gt;Ruchika: Later.&lt;br /&gt;I look at Aksh, shrug, and make my I-don't-know-but-I-really-want-to-dance face.&lt;br /&gt;We get a seat somewhere, sit together, and take a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;Akshaya: Natasha, I havn't come here to sit. I know you want to dance, be yourself. You're not going to be seeing these people ever again, neither am I. C'mon!!! You have to.&lt;br /&gt;I try and pull Neha... He was right, I do want to dance... And I'm not the kind to let something as lack of interesting poeple stop me. I got up and started.&lt;br /&gt;First it's only Aksh and me. A little conscious of myself, I don't let go completely of myself. Aksh does. I'm thoroughly impressed. I start losing myself. Ruchika sees the joy on my face and shows me a thumbs-up. I smile at her and try to get her to join us.&lt;br /&gt;Another group adds to the dance floor, then Ruch and Neha gain a little of the confidence and join us. A few pictures of amazingly cute Aksh and me are taken&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_103.gif" /&gt;, then of all of us...&lt;br /&gt;Gunjan, Mihir and his elder bro join us. Akshaya and I, by now, are dancin like no one can see us... He starts pushing his right side against my left, I respond back be pushing my left and laugh. Ruch and Neha laugh too... He suddenly pushes really hard and I'm automatically pushed to the side!!! We all laugh like crazy. I remember that he'd mentioned that he loves Shakira's "Hips don't lie"&lt;br /&gt;Me: I hope they play "hips don't lie"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akshaya: Let's go ask them to!!!&lt;br /&gt;We walk towards the DJ, Aksh speaks to him, and we join the gang again. He's told that they would play in the next half hour. Perfect, because that would be when he'd have to leave. I wanted to dance with him at that song specifically.&lt;br /&gt;So... we're dancing, and it's almost time for him to leave, so then he says that he'll have to leave in a bit, so he starts dancing with me again... The whole butt thing happens... he faces his butt towards me, bends down, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sticks his butt&lt;/span&gt; out and does the whole this-is-my-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marc&lt;/span&gt; thing!!! I burst into giggles, I can see laughing faces on everyone else too... so everyone's expecting something from me now... Before I know it, my hand moves towareds his butt and gives it one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nice spank&lt;/span&gt;!!! Haha!!! He jumps up and turns around.&lt;br /&gt;Akshaya: My turn now, turn around!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both laugh like maniacs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He's such a darling!!! He jiggys it with everyone. Ruch, Neha(who he's never met, btw) &amp; Chotu,  not an ounce of embarassment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He decides it's time for him to leave, and then they start palyin "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hips don't lie&lt;/span&gt;". We both start dancing with each other again, I gain center once and shake my booty&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_1_102.gif" /&gt; resulting loud hoots from my ever-faithful friends. Akshaya starts dancing with me again. We're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spanking&lt;/span&gt; our respective butts now&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_6_1.gif" /&gt;(we didn't moon just a cute emoticon), gaining amused smiles from friends and onlookers, alike. All happy to see us happy. Some jealous. Which made us happier!!! We again start dancing with each other, he spins me around and the usual...&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/26/26_22_1v.gif" /&gt; and unfortunately the song ends. Hugs, goodbyes...&lt;br /&gt;I keep mentionsing to Ruch how I'm going to miss him, only to see her face letting me know that perhaps she'll miss him more. She says it then.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like letting the rest of the evening go to waste. I face my new dance-floor-burning-partner, Ruchika, and let the music sink into me!!!&lt;br /&gt;The whole evening goes this way, switching partners... Going MAD!!!&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_1_120.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruchika Likes Mihir's elder Bro!!! Woo hoo!!! I didn't notice how cute he was... But I did on his orkut profile, btw... yup, he's GOOD!!! Way to go Ruch!!! he seems like a good person too, I hope he is and if he is, I hope things go well!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so cool that night, and letting loose with me!!! We really do rock!!! Marry me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Natasha.&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_17.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/22828213-115133367313661848?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115133367313661848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115133367313661848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115133367313661848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115133367313661848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/ra-my-way_26.html' title='Ra, my way.'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115124390351509030</id><published>2006-06-25T19:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:50:42.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hello hello :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/2920/1600/mee.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/2920/320/mee.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been ages since I've written here. So sorry, you guys...it's like once college starts, the whole idea of having a life goes poof. I haven't met you all since two Sundays ago at Mocha...see? It's ridiculous! Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad you guys had a fun time at the club and all. Wish I could have come.  I had this event thing at the ITC Grand Central Sheraton that night. It was awesome...all we had to do was smile at people for about 1 and a half hours and we got 800 bucks! Not to mention amazing 5 star food AND like 20 kinds of dessert. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we seriously have to meet up. I have a silly project due on Saturday which I haven't really progressed as much as I should have by now, but if I do in the next couple of days, then we'll get together some evening this week. Atleast for some time. Otherwise it's just plain silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sneha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115124390351509030?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115124390351509030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115124390351509030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115124390351509030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115124390351509030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-hello-d.html' title='Hello hello :D'/><author><name>Sneha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115108850605189022</id><published>2006-06-24T00:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:18:26.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Looked Cuter in the US...Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/dsc00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/dsc00190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/dsc00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/dsc00188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/dsc00186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/dsc00186.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115108786393779809?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115108786393779809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115108786393779809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115108786393779809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115108786393779809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-looked-cuter-in-us.html' title='I Looked Cuter in the US...'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115108823035946324</id><published>2006-06-23T22:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:13:50.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My boring boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I told you guys this, but I was not supposed to see Kkrish. Harsh asked me not to. He said, "If I tell you not to watch the movie, will you not?" I agreed. I have to admit, it DID upset me, but if it meant soo much to him, it didn't hurt me too much. So anyhow, I avoided discussion about the same with Harsh, because it would upset me. So I told him that I'll be Ok as long as we didn't discuss it, but that I'll have a lot of people to answer. He asked me what I would tell them, being such a great liar, it took me just that second to figure out what I would say, "I'm testing my will power, seeing if I can go without seeing a Hrithik movie..." and I know people would believe me, I am the kind to do such things.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, as we all know, Harsh is going to Hyderabad for a week, and I'm busy tomorrow and the day after. Unfortunately I had workshop just today, and we had only today to meet before him leaving. He said that I'd have to meet him at 3 sharp cause he'd have to leave early, my workshop went on till 3 at Wilsons. It was highly improbable that I'd manage, but I told him I'll try and leave early. To worsen things, the co-ordinater interviews were to be held today, meaning that most of the girls would ahve to be in college by 3, meaning only like 2-3 of us to handle things. Anyhow, I manage to slip out by 2:15.&lt;br /&gt;Harsh seemed to be losing it over th phone, and all I told him was that it's ok, and that i'll come to meet him even if it was only for 5 mins, and he seemed to be getting worse. He said he had to get to office real fast.&lt;br /&gt;So I reach Bandra station, and he comes there in a rik which we continue in. Now, I have no idea where we were headed, so I ask him. He tries to change the subject by, "How was college?" I calmly reply, and then ask if we were harded to his house, getting a reply in the affirmative. He got a call, and I got busy with my cell not noticing the route the rik was taking. When i bothered to notice, we were in the Gaiety-Galaxy lane... I'm wondering if Harsh's noticed that the Rik wala's bought us somewhere else.. but he seems to be content. I remind him that we're in the wrong place, and he chides me and ushers me out. My mind still confused, I continue questioning him, to which he keeps giving me vague replies with sardonic smiles. I think, OK, he's got soem movie in his head, and he definitely doesn't have to go to work!!! I'm quite amused that he's managed to keep it for so long... And it was going perfect!!! I hadn't guessed a damn thing!!! Everytime I have to do something, I soo require to talk about it!!! I just can't keep it in. I thought it would have been Fanaa. I remembered that whole thing with Aksh having passes and all... So I just go along. We climb up the stairs to the balcony area, I was already soo stunned, I couldn't react. I was just smiling. On entering the theater, we notice the movie had already started. While looking for our seats, I noticed a familiar half-bald head of the head master of Hrithik in "Koi mil gaya..." I breathed in, "This is Krrish..." I mention to him, wondering if he got  into the wrong theater by mistake. He smiled, "I know..."&lt;br /&gt;I was soo happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;We laughed throughout the bloody movie. It's a pretty OK movie, if you like the "koi mil gaya..." kind. But Hrithik's fun, as is Nassirudin Shah. The chick's annoying, as is the story. It'll be like an Ok movie. 3 stars, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;This one's for Harsh. Thank you. You guys don't know what all he did for this, he spoke to my mum, booked first day tix, (great seats, last row), made sure I got there on time!!! It really means a lot to me, not only all this, but also that You came for the movie with me, I know you didn't like it, but you did. You knew you wouldn't like it, but you still did. For ME. I feel soo special. I was so stunned at the moment, the whole evening, infact, that I just couldn't think him properly. I can't believe you'd torture yourself for me soo much!!! I really love you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing. My college friend, Divya, was going for the screening of it, with the stars&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_5_140.gif" /&gt;!!! And she could get one for me, I refused!!! Flatly. I'm so glad I did!!!&lt;br /&gt;You made my day, more than just made it. And not because it was Krrish or whatever... But because you thought it. I never think of you as boring, and it was just a passing comment Aksh made, and he didn't even know the situation. Anyhow, I don't care what others think. I love you for who you are. Thank you for being you.&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_17_209.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha, your angel. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_17.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115108823035946324?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115108823035946324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115108823035946324' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115108823035946324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115108823035946324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-boring-boyfriend.html' title='My boring boyfriend.'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115100100636777016</id><published>2006-06-22T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:00:06.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to RA on wed night. Gunjan picked us up at 10:30. Neha met us directly and our very own Akshaye was waiting there too. We even managed a long drive befor we got in to phoenix , thanks to roads being blocked. Mihir got us in , and inside it was not so appealling, mainly coz there was No One on the dance floor. That was a let down . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like waiting for half an hour, Nuts and Akshay hit the dance floor. &lt;br /&gt;i love u guys!!! u ll were the stars that night. i was not up for dancing as the only group on the floor,wth not so great music, so we waited untill there were more, but These two dint care a penny for the world and were having a blast of their own. &lt;br /&gt;once on the floor there ws no stopping us! With Nuts grooves and Akhsaye moves; we found ourselves in for a treat. The climax was the spanking! It was too cuteeeeeee. I dont believe Akshaye went down for that......while Gunjan was wondering who spanked her....&lt;br /&gt;(and there was Anirudh--mihirs bro and....my latest crush)&lt;br /&gt;After Akshaye left, it was Nuts and me , all along.... in our crazy world. we all danced like freaks that night. It was sooooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Neha seemed a little down but we did our best to cheer her! mihir and his bro had a good time too :)&lt;br /&gt;(how i wished he d had approached me to dance with him..... though i must admit i found myself staring at him a countless times)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all in all, it was a memorable experince and i must say-Akshaye and Natasha, im proud of You ll!!!!!!!!! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115100100636777016?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115100100636777016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115100100636777016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115100100636777016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115100100636777016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='RAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>ruch</name><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-22828213.post-115089707509593378</id><published>2006-06-21T18:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:07:55.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And it's begun...</title><content type='html'>I had a dream, a dream that I would run...&lt;br /&gt;A dream that I would sweat, and not know it&lt;br /&gt;the rains handling that.&lt;br /&gt;My body temperature wouldn't know if to rise&lt;br /&gt;Or fall, and hence remain constant.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams remained Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;No football in the rains, No swimming.&lt;br /&gt;How we have to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;It's a risk I'm taking.&lt;br /&gt;Giving up a dream, for another.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;College has started at full force. Time is getting lesser, and work pressure&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_13_7.gif" /&gt; increasing. We already conducted the experiment once on people from our college, we may be doing Wilson's. We specifically require male responses, considering that we have only female responses. It's becoming too gender specific. Can we get HR too? Will people be interested? I have to keep studying, I really do need to. I can't have the laid-back attitude this year. I hope I can work hard. That's all I want this year, to be able to work hard. I need to give lesser time to the net, music and television. Worse, to you guys, maybe. Not too less. But it will have to reduce. It's important for the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Oi!!! I got great news!!! See, Sophia's has this showing called "Glimpses" every year. It's specifically for freshers. Each club in college puts up a little showing to show what their club does every year. And this year it's going to be held on the 15th of July. Now, those who are fimiliar with the culture of Frace, even a little bit, ought to know that that's the republic day of France!!! And we as representatives of the French Club have tons to do!!! We've decided to have a kind of parade with the French colours&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/708.gif" /&gt;, and we'll even make pom-poms(my idea btw) with the coulors and do a cheer-kind-of-dance&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_37.gif" /&gt;. Cool naa? I know!!! So anyhow, we're really excited about it!!! Pray it turens out well!!!&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Why do I not see others writing? Is there some problem? I must leave now, considering we're going partying tonight. I'll miss you Harsh.... and incase there's slow dancing, I'll have to be happy with being in Akshaya's arms instead of yours.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to DANCE!!! I'm sooo gonna burn the dance floor!!! WE are soo gonna burn the dance floor!!! Go us!!!&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_1_117.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out dudettes!!! ... and dude.&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_17.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115089707509593378?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115089707509593378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115089707509593378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115089707509593378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115089707509593378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-its-begun.html' title='And it&apos;s begun...'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115081695427389299</id><published>2006-06-20T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:52:34.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Navigation Bar</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I hope you have tons of fun at Ra. And please click pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Do you all use the Navigation bar on the Blog? Any website requests? What do you all think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115081695427389299?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115081695427389299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115081695427389299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115081695427389299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115081695427389299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/navigation-bar.html' title='Navigation Bar'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115060650783314005</id><published>2006-06-18T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-18T10:25:07.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I sent an sms to my dad at 1:38AM</title><content type='html'>I have started feeling like I can't talk to you anymore about things. I know what you are going to say. Sometimes, I get the feeling that you don't know what is right for me...But who does? Even I don't... I just feel like im running away from life. Ihardly find myself satisfied or joyful. Im doing everything but Golf. Im really sorry about it- but i find it too boring without any company- in the crazy damp heat of mumbai to fight with the ball boy and wait for the passovers. I made friends but they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like no one can help me. I don know whome to go to. I sincerely hope you understand me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115060650783314005?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115060650783314005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115060650783314005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115060650783314005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115060650783314005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-sent-sms-to-my-dad-at-138am.html' title='I sent an sms to my dad at 1:38AM'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115035937441409363</id><published>2006-06-15T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:32:01.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Harsh Becomes Divya</title><content type='html'>I have been sick lately, actually I think its seasonal cause I get this every year at this time- when the rains start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home all the time as I can't go out in the sun. i feel lazy and lethargic. And I sleep LOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Japanese is not going too well- It's come to a level where I need to be more intense with it. i need to work harder, stress on listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Spanish- well, I don't know Spanish. My vocabulary is really poor. I have to put a lot of studying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find teachers for Mandarin or Mathematics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to move to Mumbai Central.I'll come to know next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Ruch for becoming GEMS President! It will look hot standing in your resume! I'm really proud of you! I think I will have to write a poem on you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115035937441409363?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115035937441409363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115035937441409363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115035937441409363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115035937441409363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/harsh-becomes-divya.html' title='Harsh Becomes Divya'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115013085851778995</id><published>2006-06-12T20:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:17:38.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>...et tu Brutus?</title><content type='html'>I'm not too sure why that's the title of my entry. I just felt like putting it though. I'll get back to what I've actually come here for.&lt;br /&gt;I've been working, as you all are now aware of. I know that it is not looked upon as somehting that's not to be too proud of, and I understand where you are coming from if you disagree with what I'm doing. But you have o see it from my side of the table. I need the money. No, it's not just for the "stupid shirts", Divya, but I want to make that trip when Jared comes down, and I'm too sure my dad will be able to finance me then. I'm already going to Mtheran with my Jewish friends at the end of this month, which my dad will be giving me cash for, but I don't knwo if he'll be ready to pay for another. But I really want to go. So, I can finance myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;Away from all the serious-serious stuff, work is soo much fun!!! I'm getting along real well with Champ, my supervisor, and the others. I hope my team will be the same next week too. Some different place though, not Globus. Firstly, there's no one of the age limit that we require, secondly, they don't like fillinf up forms!!! We need to do 150 per day!!! It's crazy... We all go mad trying to get people to fill in the forms. We do what we call, "Jhol" if we can't get enough names and stuff. I learned from the experienced. Mallika Shae, Nikhil Gonzalves, and whatsoever you want!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you'll more, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-115013085851778995?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115013085851778995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115013085851778995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115013085851778995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115013085851778995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/et-tu-brutus.html' title='...et tu Brutus?'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-115004701745997182</id><published>2006-06-11T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:00:17.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hey im back on de blog!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hey ppl!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i kno its really beeen long since ive posted anythin on de blog.......wel my sincere apology 4 dat...........(not really.........hehehe).well ders nuin much happenin at de moment n exactly y i wasnt wriin,but den i realised i shud write sumthin atleast........so here it is..................&lt;br /&gt;well v all met up 2day after a long time(ALL OF US!!!!!!!) n am so glad v did though i kno ruch n sneha cud just not tolerate de heat...........but since v all wanted 2 go 2 mochas once atleast 2gather.........v thought of doin it 2day,be4 every1's coll began................&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! de most interestin n shokin part..................ive been readin "the da vinci code" very sincerely now a days.ive almost finished half de book n its pretty interestin n u'll wont believe..........i now feel like watchin de movie as well!!!!!! but onie after finishin wid de book.&lt;br /&gt;u guys shud be proud of me,i suddenly got a n interest in readin BOOKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;well dats it 4 now............&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeee cya n tc .....................&lt;br /&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/22828213-115004701745997182?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/115004701745997182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=115004701745997182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115004701745997182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/115004701745997182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-im-back-on-de-blog.html' title='hey im back on de blog!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114993178667083234</id><published>2006-06-10T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:59:47.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the sleepover on 6th june</title><content type='html'>hey guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should have written this earlier but i   was preoccupied ,sorry :P&lt;br /&gt;we Really missed sneha,divya and neha at the stayover (proof-we actually got bored and slept early) we ve concluded that stay overs are INcomplete without you all!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it started with dirty maggie-i was craving for maggie but it dint turn out good .&lt;br /&gt;then we played like 3 games of cluedo. gunjan and harsh won (yeah, harsh actaully won then)&lt;br /&gt;then we sat around doing nothing, nuts played old rock songs thru the night. we all were tired that night for some reason. gunjan explained her plans after she was to get her license ( it was good to see her soo excited!) nuts would give massages in the middle to some one or the other.then harsh and chottu played chess, while me and nuts were chatting by the window. chotttu won the game! (we are proud of you)  . it was unexpected, but harsh actaully lifted me up(the gunjan way) i dint know he had that strenght............keep it up my boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; eventually we all settled down on the bed and started gossping. we were a little high for sure.  then started the Girl talk sessions-and harsh was on cloud nine;) we killed most of his curiosity and explained  some facts about the female anatomy and mentality.&lt;br /&gt;(you ll will have to agree that harsh knows a lot more about most of us now, but then again, how much can one guy handle................ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last came the -make a confession round. harsh definetly does nt know what confessions are(as gunjan would say). i said my bit too (after like hours of deciding on it.....)&lt;br /&gt;we all spoke for a long time, and then (with nuts massages') we started collapsing into the need of the hour. sleep was ineveitiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning was the best part of it all! after harsh left we came to my room. the girls saw my shopping (yea!) and i even tried on this Hot saree for them ( not forgetting the bikini blouse.....lol) divya-u missed it........its good to see a fantasy dress ,in real life ;)&lt;br /&gt;we lazed around till 12:30. it was so much fun to just realx and listen to classics. i always enjoy this -post breakfast session. there s no work or chore to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i hope to see everyone togather!&lt;br /&gt;Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114993178667083234?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114993178667083234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114993178667083234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114993178667083234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114993178667083234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleepover-on-6th-june.html' title='the sleepover on 6th june'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114953136471673927</id><published>2006-06-05T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:46:04.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>been a long time...</title><content type='html'>hello folks...&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy to have u'll over on sunday. u'll obviously made my day besides the fact that natasha n ruchika suck at chess hehe.. dont u agree harsh....??&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was my grandad's birthday so we went to ITC Central Sheraton (the one next to my house) for dinner. The food was AWESOME !!! there were around 15 kinds of desserts including cheese cake (which sucked birdy's is way better or at harsh's house for that matter). there was sushi which i dint try cause it looked very weird. basically it was good...&lt;br /&gt;people please stop writing song lyrics ya... &lt;br /&gt;i miss u'll a lot especially cause my mom aint in town n i dont get along with people in my family.&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for college to begin m sick of sitting home n im glad that m finally joining IATA. yipeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;will end here. aint got much to write. U'll take care n sending u'll big hugs. mmmmmmuah !!!&lt;br /&gt;lots of love to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114953136471673927?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114953136471673927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114953136471673927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114953136471673927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114953136471673927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/been-long-time_05.html' title='been a long time...'/><author><name>chubby</name><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-22828213.post-114944127008257900</id><published>2006-06-04T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:29:10.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Udupi Pizza.</title><content type='html'>The stay over's coming around soon.&lt;br /&gt;So, we'll order udupi pizza... I guess I'm ok with it... I mean whats the biggie right?&lt;br /&gt;What about, "Wherever you will go" as our song? Or is it, "Ain't no mountain high enough"? I'm cool with either.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. U'm really not feeling upto this... Sorry... I'll do this tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, I'm in this weird mood. I'm going to type out lines from songs right now. Don't ask me why I'm like this, I really don't know. I swear to let you know when I realise.&lt;br /&gt;"When you are with me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm free... I'm careless... I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others, we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My Sacrifice..."&lt;br /&gt;"And I don't want the world to see me,&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don't think that they'll understand,&lt;br /&gt;And when everything's meant to be broken,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am."&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. As Harsh would say, "cheap lyrics..." Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT drunk. I didn't even drink.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for caring. It means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;This is why, "The Calling". Feel it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So lately, been wonderin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who will be there to take my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm gone, you'll need love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To light the shadows on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a great wave should fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And between the sand and stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you make it on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And maybe, I'll find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way to make it back someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To watch you, to guide you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the darkest of your days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a great wave should fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I hope there's someone out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Runaway with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Runaway with my hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Runaway with my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know now, just quiet how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life and love might still go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In your heart and your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll stay with you till all of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go whever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:+1;color:#5a96e1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114944127008257900?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114944127008257900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114944127008257900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114944127008257900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114944127008257900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/udupi-pizza.html' title='Udupi Pizza.'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114939716593653370</id><published>2006-06-04T10:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:29:25.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>chocolate-kylie minogue</title><content type='html'>Fragile, seems I opened up to quick and all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;were woken up I slowly lost my fight&lt;br /&gt;with every single man a river cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had no sensation, completely numb I felt no satisfaction&lt;br /&gt; I thought no one could ever get me high again&lt;br /&gt; I swear I was not looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited so long, I thought the real thing was a fake, I thought it was a&lt;br /&gt;tool to break me down&lt;br /&gt;you prove me wrong again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me in a placeless place refine me,&lt;br /&gt;in a heart shape come around me and then melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt; if love were human it would know me in a lost space come and show me,&lt;br /&gt; hold me and control me and then melt me slowly down,&lt;br /&gt; like chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes so good my hearts been mended, who'd have thought it would?&lt;br /&gt; an empty bed and still I won the catch,&lt;br /&gt;a man who I love and who loves me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;for love to heal me, so I'd feel it,&lt;br /&gt;thought it wasn't real and then you came&lt;br /&gt;you prove me wrong again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were liquid it would drown me in a placeless place refine me,&lt;br /&gt;in a heart shape come around me and then melt me slowly down&lt;br /&gt; if love were human it would know me&lt;br /&gt; in a lost space come and show me,&lt;br /&gt;hold me and control me and then melt me slowly down, like chocolate(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Come here, zoom in,catch the smile&lt;br /&gt;there's no doubt it's for you and I'm addicted tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one look boy to mellow it out&lt;br /&gt;just one heart here to save me now&lt;br /&gt; your candy kisses are sweet I know&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight baby, don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i Really felt like posting something, but i could nt think of anything interesting at the moment ........so i thought i d post lyrics of 1 of my favourite songs. dont kill me for this ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114939716593653370?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114939716593653370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114939716593653370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114939716593653370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114939716593653370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/06/chocolate-kylie-minogue.html' title='chocolate-kylie minogue'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114892418499870372</id><published>2006-05-29T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:06:25.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Difference between Love and Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Neha knows exactly the difference between Love and Friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Besides Natasha's Dad thinks some of her shirts are too short too. He has just given up. Well, he's completely right. He only cares you see. But I guess it's tough to understand small things sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Natasha answers her question herself. She cares so much about everything I say now...even something like a shirt. I never thought it affected her soo much and I'm sorry. Actually she can do what she likes. She is responsible and sensible and quiet mature to make her own decisions. I just like to correct her small things because I really care about her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I would have definately told her even before if only I had realised it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She is more important to me as a friend than a partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I know I'm stupid so you all don't have to go about proving that... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ruchika does know these things about me...it really surprises me how well she knows them about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114892418499870372?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114892418499870372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114892418499870372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114892418499870372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114892418499870372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/difference-between-love-and-friendship.html' title='The Difference between Love and Friendship'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114891997240587748</id><published>2006-05-29T21:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:56:12.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One step at a time. It's the best way to go. Still... still there always are falterations aren't there? Well, it can't be helped too much.&lt;br /&gt;As I walk up and down the worn, battered streets of Mumbai, my chappals feeling as aged as the street, I get the usual looks.&lt;br /&gt;Is my T'shirt too short? Will Harsh get annoyed about it again? It's so strange isn't it? The moment the relationship get's that term "going around", their whole attitude changes. Like it's not about him and me, but it's about whether we're "going around" or not. Like it's some button one switches off and on. Shouldn't he care enough either ways? I'm the same. Or atleast I think I am. I wanted him to wear a pink shirt before, and I still do. How come he didn't notice my belly below my T'shirt before? Maybe it's a guy thing. What? I know I'm trying to convince myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Heyyy!!!!", I'm enveloped in a big hug. I can smell Ruchika's strong perfume. How I've missed her!!! I smile looking into her excited face. "I've missed you guys soo very much!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, pooh!!! I'm sure you've been way busy to even think of us..." I say teasingly, "but we've definitely missed you. A lot. " Her smile remains steady. Jesus, what I'd do without her... Without any of my friends for that matter. Well, my school friends atleast. "Who else is coming? I see I'm first as usual."&lt;br /&gt;"Except for Chotu, everyone's going to be here... Including your "friend""&lt;br /&gt;"Christ, Ruch!!! You have to stop with that!!!" *Giggles* What? We are girls after all!!! She has this weird habit of calling Harsh "your friend", when she's the one who actually introduced us.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think my T'shirt's too short?"&lt;br /&gt;"Looks fine."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm talking Harsh short. Do you think he'll find it too short?"&lt;br /&gt;She gives me a long laugh, and I know it's useless to bother now.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello everyone!!!" Sneha and Divya enter. More hugs.&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't Harsh coming?" Sneha asks.&lt;br /&gt;"He'll be coming from work." Ruchika replies.&lt;br /&gt;"Work?" I wonder to myself. Somehow Ruchika's always been more knowledged about these little things about Harsh.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought he was going to work from Monday..?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"I spoke to him, that's where he said he was." she replies.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps... "So Sneha, did you get the CD?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oops!!! I forgot!!! Hey, don't remind him Ok?"&lt;br /&gt;We all laugh. I hear Dinx mention their Travel and Tourism friends, "...and then she just went and sat next to Anand!!! Just like that!!!" Ruchika nods, but you can see her face fall a bit, "but he acted like it meant nothing to him. Oh!!! Ruch, he's just so great!!!" Ruchika nods again, feeling a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello people!!!" Neha's here. I somehow get really excited to see her. I have no idea what it is, but even in college, I see her in the break, but if I see her again between class, I get excited again. It's so weird, I think if a third person reads all this they'd think I was lesbian or something. I'm not. More than me, I'd never disrespect my friends that way. I'm not insulting lesbians or anything, they're cool. But we're just not them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114891997240587748?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114891997240587748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114891997240587748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114891997240587748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114891997240587748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-step-at-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114883416963175132</id><published>2006-05-28T21:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:40:51.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Хьарш и Наташа</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/nns21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/200/nns21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/andas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/200/andas2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/andas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/200/andas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Picture%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/200/Picture%289%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So...yesterday, Natasha was at my place and we were getting a bit cosy...and my brother came into the room. He did'nt see much...but it was sudden and Natasha got really scared obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, my brother is really cool and so ofcourse it's no big deal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's just that she thought that my brother would think that she is cheap. Well, no, cause my bro would never think that about my girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She was ok after I talked to her. Not her fault. Oh well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today she came to Bandra and we had Mousse at Birdy's. I paid for her and she made sucha cute face cause she does'nt like me paying all the time for her. Sooo adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then we went to Crossword here in Turner Road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We sat on the floor. She read her Shantaram and I was reading Teach Yourself Russian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was soooo much fun to study beside her....I want to study for my exams beside her!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She is sooo adorable!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114883416963175132?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114883416963175132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114883416963175132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114883416963175132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114883416963175132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='Хьарш и Наташа'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114857585504162449</id><published>2006-05-25T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:20:55.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>to chubby</title><content type='html'>im really glad to know that you have taken this step and im Extremly proud of you-not because your doing the right thing(which we dont know if it is) but because you ve decided to act Practically. It takes Great efftots and Endurance to go against your wishes, your desires , and do what is Best for you....and im so happy to know your doing just that!&lt;br /&gt;trust me - life is a rollercoster ride. you ll get your Ups, only after you ve seen your DOwns.&lt;br /&gt;you  rise in my eyes much higher now, by taking this step! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know how you feel.............. this is probably one of The hardest decisions you would have ever made in your life so far-letting go someone you think is perfect for you, but .....&lt;br /&gt;This is only the begining, you are 18!  enjoy while you have this age because eventually we all have to live with someone for a Long long time...why do you want it, to start from now?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its emotionAL baggage will always be there, just dont let it affect you too much. once again i say, im EXTREMLY  proud of you!!!! loads of love and please dont let the fact of letting go 'Mr perfect for me'  kill you. this is the only thing i can ask you to do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to meet up!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114857585504162449?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114857585504162449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114857585504162449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114857585504162449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114857585504162449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-chubby.html' title='to chubby'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114849388324593623</id><published>2006-05-24T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:34:43.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>thanks !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i love both the pics just awesome... (loads of hugs to harsh)  n to everybody else of course.. im just not strong enough to face reality. u know friends n a partner have a completely different relationship wateva u say.. the love is not shared its just for u... n u just wanna neva let it go cause u r just not happy otherwise. that just feels the world to u. i dont know how much sense does all this make but i know tht i will have 2 do it someday. he's a sweetheart n there is no way i can hate him in some way so that forgeting him will b easier... i know everybody has their own set of problems.. only the age factor is makin d relation an issue. anyway have to do wats right.. will have 2 set him free some or the other day..   mmmmmuah... i love ull alot.. miss u'll.. take care n keep writing on the blog especially divya (busy bitch :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114849388324593623?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114849388324593623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114849388324593623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114849388324593623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114849388324593623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/thanks.html' title='thanks !!!'/><author><name>chubby</name><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-22828213.post-114845643197226409</id><published>2006-05-24T13:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:10:31.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Update :D</title><content type='html'>Hello my pretties (yes, you too, Harsh :P)!&lt;br /&gt;This is me sending you a lot of love from Pune. :) It is so cool here! (literally) I have no idea why everyone warned me about the weather here and said it was going to be hot as hell, because...it isn't. During the night you can actually sleep with a blanket! Haha, how awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;We've just been roaming all around the place, but it's fun. :) I took (and am taking) a lot of pictures, but unfortunately I can't post them here since I didn't get my camera's USB cord. I'll do so when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of coming back, I was originally supposed to on Saturday, but I might on Sunday now. Not sure, though.&lt;br /&gt;Today evening we're going to a temple and then tomorrow we might go to the Osho garden. I'm so excited, it's been forever since I went there. And there's a snake park that we may visit, too. Ah, I love Pune. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are doing good,&lt;br /&gt;Sneha, the powder-puff girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I would have made this longer but I'm on dial-up, sitting on a very uncomfortable stool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114845643197226409?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114845643197226409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114845643197226409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114845643197226409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114845643197226409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/update-d.html' title='Update :D'/><author><name>Sneha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114845667302424388</id><published>2006-05-24T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:22:03.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To my KABOOTAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/pigeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/pigeon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My Dear Kabootar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;         Just wanna say that whats happening is for your best. I hope you have learnt from this that love is not a joke and you have to be very careful in whome you choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;         Now you can concentrate on other, more important things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                I am sorry I don't sound very positive or kind, but ruthless. But then life is not a fairytale. You have to work on it and make it one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;          We all have our problems. Some people have more problems than others. But then also remember we are always here to support in whatever comes, whenever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;           You know you are like a sister to me. So take care of yourself. Let's change things so that the next time you get drunk with me, you laugh like a freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Harsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114845667302424388?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114845667302424388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114845667302424388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114845667302424388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114845667302424388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-my-kabootar.html' title='To my KABOOTAR'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114845093914005843</id><published>2006-05-24T09:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:38:59.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To My Dear Neha,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Flowers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Dear Neha,&lt;br /&gt;What I am about to tell you now, I am sure you've heard many times before, but honestly, there's is nothing better for me to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Life takes us through a lot. Or let me put it this way, we take our lives through a lot. There is the good and the excellent. Yes, those are the only two options there are. I'll tell you why. You see, no matter what decision you take, it is absolutely right and apt for that moment. Perhaps someone else might have done something else, but that's the problem, they're someone else. And if they would have done whatever, it would have been a good decision on their path, irrespective of whether it's the same as your decision. It's called "Individual Differences". And let me tell you one thing, I cannot discover that anyone knows enough to say definitely what is and what is not right. So in your place, your decision was right.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to what is going to happen. See, we make decisions, but as you are fully aware, the consequenses of those decisions are never 100% guaranteed. And for that, I'm sorry. This is exactly what's happening, isn't it? But you're right not to regret it. At the same time, what will happen, will be for the best. And I know that it sounds all cliche, and it seems easy for me to say, but believe you me, it's true. It won't seem like it now, but you'll know that it's the best later.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's best to just let go. It's tougher and more torturing to hold on to something, no matter how much it seems worth it, it may not actually be.&lt;br /&gt;One more, you don't even need to ask us to be there. We always are, and always will be there.&lt;br /&gt;We're really honoured that you decided to share this with us and are really proud to have a friend like you. You have no idea how freakin' lucky we are to even have you as a part of us!!! I guess now I can truely say, that this blog is infact bringing us much closer. It's soo much easier to write soemthing down than to tell it. so much less frightening.&lt;br /&gt;We all love you tons, and I say that knowing that all the six of us feel that way,&lt;br /&gt;Harsh &amp; Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114845093914005843?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114845093914005843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114845093914005843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114845093914005843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114845093914005843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-my-dear-neha.html' title='To My Dear Neha,'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114841077647968195</id><published>2006-05-23T23:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:29:36.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>back in mumbai or rather hell</title><content type='html'>Im sorry people but i think d post is gonna b a little senti. i hope all of ull are in the best of health..&lt;br /&gt;i miss all of ull n i wanna have a stay over soon. returned from nagpur a day ago. mom is still in nagpur n m missin her a lot mainly cause i dont like the atmosphere in my house. met harsh n natasha today was so glad i met them..&lt;br /&gt;just wanted 2 tell ull my relationship is gonna come 2 an end soon... m sure ull dont like me for what m doing.. i know its irrational but love can happen anyhow so it did n right now m so attached to him n i loved him like i could have him forever n i hate myself for tht.. heard a sayin that ' dont cry because its over but smile because it happened'  i dont regret what i did but i never want it to come to an end. We were just the right people at the wrong place. im sorry was just feelin low about it so thought might as well put it up. i still remember the way i was sobbing the night i was drunk with ull. i love him alot n im so freakin atteched to him that i fear living without him.. i can get many guys but not the 1 that i want. i forget my sorrows whenever im with ull n thats the reason i want that apartment thing to happen asap. will need ull the most when i leave him. Anyway i shall cut it short now. im sorry for writing all this... take care everybody.. Enjoy....!!!! love ull ALOT....   muahhhhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114841077647968195?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114841077647968195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114841077647968195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114841077647968195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114841077647968195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-in-mumbai-or-rather-hell.html' title='back in mumbai or rather hell'/><author><name>chubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114839596360478268</id><published>2006-05-23T20:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:22:43.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>here they are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/science%20center%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/science%20center%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/myra%20II%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/myra%20II%20084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/myra%20II%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/myra%20II%20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/science%20center%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/science%20center%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/myra%20II%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/myra%20II%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114839596360478268?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114839596360478268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114839596360478268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114839596360478268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114839596360478268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-they-are.html' title='here they are'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114831502329879251</id><published>2006-05-22T21:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:53:43.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>5 pics -3 of the bird park and 2 of the boat cruise</title><content type='html'>this is just a point % of the images we took. there are thousand other relavent pictures to see;)&lt;br /&gt;hey why did you post a draft -nuts? how do  i post comments on it now?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys loads too!!! i think of you ll everyday!&lt;br /&gt;im desperate to hear more from you guys, have you ll been meeting up? (you wont believe sneha and divya-my uncle kamlesh actaully told my mom the other day that bymistake he ended up being in my joint convs with my frs!!!!!!LOL)&lt;br /&gt;and nuts!  im sure you have loads to talk  after your camp.......write more about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114831502329879251?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114831502329879251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114831502329879251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114831502329879251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114831502329879251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/5-pics-3-of-bird-park-and-2-of-boat.html' title='5 pics -3 of the bird park and 2 of the boat cruise'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114823243746392093</id><published>2006-05-21T21:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:39:50.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cadet #25 Mumbai ke liye taiyaar hai, Shreemaan!!!</title><content type='html'>It's pretty amazing how fast time can pass by if you're not thinking about it. My camp for instance, when I was there, every day seemed almost like a week, but now when I think about it, it seems soo very short!!!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because of the hectic routine which started soo very early in the morning, it appeared to be much more than a day. You have to view the time table to actually get what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;04:30&lt;/span&gt;: My friend's alarm would ring. Only my friend and I would get up at this and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;04:45&lt;/span&gt;:  I would turn on the lights and start waking the 29 others in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;05:00&lt;/span&gt;: The big Thaali would go "bang-bang", for soo freakin long, and it would be so loud that even a dead body would wake to it. I had to make sure that room duty was done till reporting time. Room duty was to sweep the room, alignt the beds after folding them in equal, emptying the dustbin, aligning the shoes in a straight line. Now the reason I had to take care all this was done was because I was voted room leader, and was asked by the "Didis" to take all kind of room responsibility. And since we had "best room award", we were specially asked to see to all these things, and mind you, they were checked upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;05:45&lt;/span&gt;: Reporting ground time. If we would have gotten late, we were made to take rounds around the ground. Luckily I didn't evr have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;06:00&lt;/span&gt;: Jogging, workout, and mass P.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;06:30&lt;/span&gt;: Rifle Shooting (We used to National 25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;07:00&lt;/span&gt;: Lathi- It's like this long wooden rod you can use to beat up people, we were taught the different ways in which one can beat someone and what parts of the body can be beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;07:30&lt;/span&gt;: Jamiya- It's like this dagger thing, you learn how to attack and defend youself from it. It used to be soo awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;08:00&lt;/span&gt;: Breakfast- We had to run to our rooms, get our plates, spoons and glasses, come down, stand in the line, eat our breakfast, wash our dishes, go back up to our rooms, keep the dishes, wear our caps and come back for our next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;08:30&lt;/span&gt;: Lezim- It's like this Maharashtrian dance form with this tambourine-kind instrument. It was the most fun class ever!!! We used to dance like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;09:00&lt;/span&gt;: Sangeet- We learned all these patriotic songs which were written in Hindi, since I can't read at singing speed, I sat and wrote the hindi pronunciations in English. The didis were pretty impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;09:30&lt;/span&gt;: Yoga- We all know that That is... *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10:00&lt;/span&gt;: Water break- yes, we had a seperate water break, we weren't allowed water between class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10:15&lt;/span&gt;: Mantra Gyan- Easily the most boring subject. They taught is these Mantras, which atually wouldn't have been soo bad only if they had tunes that made feakin sense!!! They were soo off!!! The songs, or whatever they were, just didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10:45&lt;/span&gt;: Platoon duty- We were divided as per platoons also(I was in platoon #1). we had to keep our campus, toilets, the Cowshed, nursery and the Mess clean. There were 4 platoons, and duties rotated each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11:30&lt;/span&gt;: Bathing and cleaning time. We had to dress up in casuals for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12:30&lt;/span&gt;: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13:30&lt;/span&gt;: Silence period- Sleeping, bathing, washing clothes, making notes, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15:00&lt;/span&gt;: Group discussion- debating and stuff... Fun thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16:00&lt;/span&gt;: Snacks &amp; tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16:30&lt;/span&gt;: Squad Drill- Marching. With all these weird hindi commands. I finally know left and right in hindi. Saamne Salute, Message Salute, Bayee mud, Daheenay dekh... Blaa blaa... Total Military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17:00&lt;/span&gt;: Karate- we all knwo what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17:30&lt;/span&gt;: Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18:00&lt;/span&gt;: Flag Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18:30&lt;/span&gt;: Practise whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19:00&lt;/span&gt;: Go to rooms, get ready for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20:00&lt;/span&gt;: Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;21:00&lt;/span&gt;: Prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114823243746392093?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114823243746392093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114823243746392093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114823243746392093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114823243746392093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/cadet-25-mumbai-ke-liye-taiyaar-hai.html' title='Cadet #25 Mumbai ke liye taiyaar hai, Shreemaan!!!'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114815066687294813</id><published>2006-05-21T00:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:14:26.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOTS OF LOVE  to everyone</title><content type='html'>AMAZING!!!! this trip is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo important for me . Im  seeing So much more than just the sexy city ofSingapore.&lt;br /&gt;(No indonesia trip for me but it does nt matter) .&lt;br /&gt;ALSO-this is the first time you ll hear me say-i Love my Sisters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114815066687294813?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114815066687294813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114815066687294813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114815066687294813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114815066687294813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/lots-of-love-to-everyone.html' title='LOTS OF LOVE  to everyone'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114805501936249165</id><published>2006-05-19T21:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:40:19.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>My Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Tonight I write to you  in my failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  The  markets have shed around 8% in the last week, amidst mind boggling volatility. I have lost around 70% of my net worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Even if the markets recover I am expecting HUGE losses this month end. My 66%  P.A. growth story has thus finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   The market rise everyday saw decreasing volumes. The Indian market followed the Asian and European markets. Analysts have given many reasons like profit booking in the commodity markets and increase in American Interest rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   One lesson I have learnt - Be Very Patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I took big risks so now i will make big losses. But I shall stand up again on my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114805501936249165?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114805501936249165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114805501936249165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114805501936249165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114805501936249165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114801338150406605</id><published>2006-05-19T10:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:06:21.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sigur Rós - Glósóli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;ufid=0A87BA6C4A1108BF"&gt;Here is the song which made me cry...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It is in Icelandic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     Nú vaknar þú&lt;br /&gt;allt virðist vera breytt&lt;br /&gt;ég gægist út&lt;br /&gt;en er svo ekki neitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;úr-skóna finn svo&lt;br /&gt;á náttfötum hún&lt;br /&gt;í draumi fann svo&lt;br /&gt;ég hékk á koðnun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;með sólinni er hún&lt;br /&gt;og er hún, inni hér&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en hvar ert þú....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legg upp í göngu&lt;br /&gt;og tölti götuna&lt;br /&gt;sé ekk(ert) út&lt;br /&gt;og nota stjörnurnar&lt;br /&gt;sit(ur) endalaust hún&lt;br /&gt;og klifrar svo út.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glósóli-leg hún&lt;br /&gt;komdu út&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mig vaknar draum-haf&lt;br /&gt;mitt hjartað, slá&lt;br /&gt;úfið hár.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sturlun við fjar-óð&lt;br /&gt;sem skyldu-skrá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;og hér ert þú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fannst mér.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;og hér ert þú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glósóli.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Glósóli : GLOW SUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you wake&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems changed&lt;br /&gt;I look out&lt;br /&gt;But is nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of-the shoes I then find&lt;br /&gt;In her pajamas, she&lt;br /&gt;In a dream then found&lt;br /&gt;I hang by a codnun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sun is she&lt;br /&gt;Og is it, in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where are you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on a hike&lt;br /&gt;And trot the street&lt;br /&gt;Can't see out&lt;br /&gt;And use the stars&lt;br /&gt;Sits endlessly, she&lt;br /&gt;And then climbs out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glowsun-ny, she&lt;br /&gt;Come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake a dream ocean&lt;br /&gt;My heart, beats&lt;br /&gt;Bushy hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziness at far-craziness&lt;br /&gt;That duty-document&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are you&lt;br /&gt;Glowsun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114801338150406605?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114801338150406605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114801338150406605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114801338150406605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114801338150406605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigur-rs-glsli.html' title='Sigur Rós - Glósóli'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114797907573166273</id><published>2006-05-19T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:39:47.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Autumn's Grey Solace - Dormant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=79C658C715EE4F6B"&gt;DORMANT &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by on their own&lt;br /&gt;In circles&lt;br /&gt;Delay, procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;Only to miss out&lt;br /&gt;Time has come to open up&lt;br /&gt;To see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my library&lt;br /&gt;Books lay dormant&lt;br /&gt;If only I could&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the empty pages&lt;br /&gt;With words&lt;br /&gt;That truly mean something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persevere quietly&lt;br /&gt;Be careful&lt;br /&gt;Not to disturb&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to face&lt;br /&gt;All that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my library&lt;br /&gt;Books lay dormant&lt;br /&gt;If only I could&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the empty pages&lt;br /&gt;With words&lt;br /&gt;That truly mean something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exhaustion I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;No excuses for my lack of will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my library&lt;br /&gt;Books lay dormant&lt;br /&gt;If only I could&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the empty pages    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114797907573166273?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114797907573166273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114797907573166273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114797907573166273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114797907573166273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/autumns-grey-solace-dormant.html' title='Autumn&apos;s Grey Solace - Dormant'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114754309588704932</id><published>2006-05-13T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:45:15.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Integration, Human Nature, Logic, Philosophy revisited and a Social Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had my 1 day workshop on Commodity Trading. Beautiful. Not only because the way the Commodity Markets work. But just everything related. How the Global Markets are integrating and becoming dependent on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Money can make even GEOGRAPHY interesting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The prices of Soya Bean in Argentina have an impact on prices in India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Due to the high price of Crude Oil, The price of Sugarcane has went up by 400% in the last year. Sugar in Brazil is used to make Ethanol fuel- and this accounted for 60% of total fuel consumption of Brazil. So Sugar Prices went up. Incidentally, Corn in the US is used to make Ethanol. The corn cake left behind is used as fodder. Due to increased supply, and abundance, its prices fell and Corn went up. Simple SYJC Economics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So on and so forth. Everything is dependent on everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With every 1000 points increase in SENSEX, there is 100,000 CRORE rupees of wealth generated in India. Imagine if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As incomes rise in India, the demand for Gold increases. Gold is used in almost every function and auspicious day. India has a population of 1 billion people plus. Everyone buys a little. We can see the impact. This is pure Sociology in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mathematics is the language of Reality. That's why I am looking for a teacher who would teach me Mathematics. It's so beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Technical Analysis is the use of Stock or Commodity graphs to figure out trends and forecast the future. One theory is called Elliott Wave Theory. It's simple- Markets act in a Chaotic way. Chaos Theory is a part of physics and more of mathematics (Fractal Geometry). Chaos is found in nature- the shape of leaves, turbulence, weather, etc. The flap of a butterfly in Brazil can cause a storm in Ohio,USA. Elliott believed that the stock market composed of ups and downs that were in cycles and behaved typically like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Elliott_Perfect_Wave.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/400/Elliott_Perfect_Wave.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you ask for a proof of this in relaity I present to you this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Fourth_Wave_20040108_PRV.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/400/Fourth_Wave_20040108_PRV.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, all this is related to Chaos because Wave No.3 is around 1.618% bigger than Wave No.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This number 1.618 is the Golden Ratio. It is found in Ants, Leaves, Our faces, Architecture and is thought of as a perfect Ratio. It is related to the Fibonacci Sequence- 0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Fibonacci sequence is also found very frequently in Nature and was studied in a text of Sanskrit Language. So is this sheer philosophy? What Logic does it have? But thats how it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Physicists have manipulated the speed of light always. But now, Physicists have now turned a ray of light REVERSE (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.physorg.com/news66582110.html"&gt;http://www.physorg.com/news66582110.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, it turns out contrary to what our instinct tells us, Light goes FASTER when it is reversed! Even if you can comprhend what the above statement means, it seems to defy static logic. You see theories like Quantum Mechanics and their wierd ideas which make no sense! For example, Running an algorithm, without turning a Quantum Computor on! The more physics is progressing the more the nature of logic is changing. It's just relative!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Logic is just an assumption! So see all sides of the coin- and there have to be more than 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isaac Newton on discovering Gravity said, "I feel like a child at the shores of an ocean, stumbling upon one or two pebbles shinier than the others and the vast ocean of Truth lay before me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That statement gets tears in my eyes everytime! He knew that back in the 16th centuary, I say the same now except I want to put "infinity" instead of "vast ocean".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like predicting the future. I was always fascinated by the social theories like Rennaisance, Romaticism, Modernism, Post-Modernism. I always like to jump to the future. I wonder what the next great Socio movement will come to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The demand in US for Gold was high once upon a time. But now, perceptions have changed. Everyone has become "cooler". STEEL jewellery has come out in the markets. Its functional with real stones and saves you from the high gold prices. So forget Platinum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel with everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;INTEGRATING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, and the birth of the Global Village, we humans are poised to ask deeper questions about ourselves- Our Consciousness, the impact of cloning and anti-aging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nanotechnology and medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Genetic engineering and agriculture. You know, Scientist have come with a PINK and COLOURFUL variety of rice in Taiwan. Pigs have been made to glow FLOURESCENT. Genetic engineers are planning to put Jellyfish genes into crops so that they could glow and communicate with the farmer if they would be under climatic stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With increase in education and declining socio-cultural restrictions, man needs to revaluate the significance and meaning of love, family, desires, dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ultimately, I believe all markets will integrate and so will all currencies. There will be a system of credit. What's more, there will be a sort of collective consciousness in the world, reflecting greed, desire and all the human emotions. We will overcome poverty and disease to evolve into something deeper...unless Nature has other plans, which is usually does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, if you are still with me, here is to the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114754309588704932?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114754309588704932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114754309588704932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114754309588704932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114754309588704932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/integration-human-nature-logic.html' title='Integration, Human Nature, Logic, Philosophy revisited and a Social Theory'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114746479769685234</id><published>2006-05-13T01:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:43:17.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>im sooo lucky!!!</title><content type='html'>here i am, posting befor my trip. gosh i feel so lucky to have two elder sisters! i mean i the casual fights are a part of every relation but im tooo lucky to have them...that too sisters who are wayyy elder to me. its an experince man!&lt;br /&gt;life is just rocking right now! i mean how can i see soo much at such an early age...? im already making my first trip abroad (which may not be a big deal for many) but it is for me .... my parents made their first trip only last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore,touring, beach party at indonnesia s hottest resort,snorkling if possible,Swimming,shopping etc...two weeks seem tooo little!!! and just imagine, my sisters waited years to experince all this.....and  here i am , only 18 and already among them! i never thought  this would come to me soo early in life&lt;br /&gt;i ve never felt more luckier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the only thing that puts me off at times is a sad love life-rather none at all, i mean there is no one to consider-even anand seems not my types!&lt;br /&gt;i just want someone .......who will spin my world,-rather be able to Spin me around to the tunes of salsa and jazz ,  patient while im hyper yet enjoys my company, shares similar principles of Hinduism and culture yet is open minded , who respects women and more importantly Respects me -for the hell of a women I am.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i want a matured sort of a relationship, a secured understanding.............its like i know what i want from it-ca clear comme de l'eau, only, i dont know who he is...or if there is anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have decided not to think too much about it. there is  Tooooooooo much in life to do, too many challenges my way, and i like challenges! now im just gonna take/ make decisions  as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u all very much, will miss you tons....!!!a stay over after 5th cause chottus exams till then. u guys have fun and take care of yourselves-specially harsh, untill nuts is back ;)&lt;br /&gt;can harldy wait to return...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114746479769685234?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114746479769685234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114746479769685234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114746479769685234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114746479769685234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-sooo-lucky.html' title='im sooo lucky!!!'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114737809536498145</id><published>2006-05-12T00:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:38:17.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility and More Confusion</title><content type='html'>My Dad is Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came early in the morning...I had to wake my bro up at 6 so that he could get him from the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I opened my trading software at 10AM to find the market down. So I brought 2 put options of Nifty at a strike price of Rs.3700 and the Premium was Rs63.90. Basically I bet that the stock market will go below 3700 or else I loose 63.9 bucks per share. I took the bet for 200 shares. So my brother would not let me sell it when the market was fluctuating and falling further...well...suddenly my dad was to leave in 10 minutes to meet people and I was to go with him. Besides, the internet stopped working. So I thought that my 12,000 bucks had gone down the drain and I had to leave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my Dad askes me in the car,"So how is Your girlfriend!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like,"What Girlfriend?! I don't have a girlfriend!"; and I have that fucking smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me,"Ravi told me all about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,"If you know already then why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,"I want to hear it from you. What's her full name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to change the topic fast. And so I went on to talk about the market till his phone started ringing. OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and met his Nephrologist....and found out i have fungus growing all over my FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I went to my Diamond uncle's office. He is arranging all the stay and everything. The tickets were not even confirmed till the evening. The visas were fresh hot....But everything was put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with my Dad is that he does everything in the end moment and does it sooo cooly and awesomely! And your just standing there....Maybe I imbibe this from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the flight is to leave at 12:30 and we leave home at 10:30PM. Great. Tons of traffic on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach the airport. The passes are not ready. How do you get in? I just walk pass the entrance like im a passanger. Ofcourse there is someone to explain them my true identity. There is tons of confusion! I'm holding someones Pepsi glass at one time, getting shouted at another, and holding 2 immigration forms at yet another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this and more, we come to the lobby where on one side we have chairs that my brother's firm supplied and Jewellery that is supplied by my diamond uncle on the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally my dad and the whole gang makes it through and my mom tells me,"I feel like a kid when he gets excited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have never travelled before. My dad deserves this and waaay more. I have seen him work hard. I have seen him come home at 3AM. I have seen him go to a murder sight or a bomb explosion sight at 2AM. I have waited for him for dinner till 11 every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has asked me to look after HIS stocks till he is out. That is, 5th June. SO now I'm in charge of a BIIIIG field.....this is going to be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With soo much going on right now, life is just a rollercoaster and I'm loving the adrenaline rush just yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114737809536498145?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114737809536498145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114737809536498145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114737809536498145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114737809536498145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/responsibility-and-more-confusion.html' title='Responsibility and More Confusion'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114728225528255614</id><published>2006-05-10T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:00:55.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My parents' Eurotrip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, my parents come tommorrow morning and then leave tommorrow evening for Europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So tommorrow will be one hectic day. Best of luck to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Their 25th anniversary will be in Europe! I am happy for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114728225528255614?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114728225528255614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114728225528255614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114728225528255614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114728225528255614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-parents-eurotrip.html' title='My parents&apos; Eurotrip...'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114723376337338557</id><published>2006-05-10T09:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:32:43.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keep Yourselves Free on Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Neha is leaving on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruchika is leaving on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us alone,&lt;br /&gt;No more meeting,&lt;br /&gt;No more greeting,&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out,&lt;br /&gt;No more being a lout,&lt;br /&gt;So please please don't let me down,&lt;br /&gt;Since they are going out of town,&lt;br /&gt;Think at least about my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And if you are busy, be a little smart,&lt;br /&gt;I ask for only one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourselves free on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114723376337338557?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114723376337338557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114723376337338557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114723376337338557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114723376337338557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/keep-yourselves-free-on-friday.html' title='Keep Yourselves Free on Friday!'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114719262749580089</id><published>2006-05-09T21:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:07:07.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Interview with the Director of AF and BSE</title><content type='html'>I did nothing much today, except watched a wierd movie about AIDS in French, which I thought was lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from AF saying that the director would like to see me at 4.&lt;br /&gt;I went there and talked to him- Could not express myself very well, was confusing words.&lt;br /&gt;I gave a written test and  made silly mistakes as usual...So I was suggested to take level 2 and not what I wanted- Level 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone bill has dropped to Rs.1800 from Rs.2900. It shall be lower this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to BSE for regestering me, my brother, and one of our friends for the one day session on Commodity Trading. They take cash only till 3. Well, the market was acting wierd today...volatile and cranky like a kid- but it pulled it's act togetherin the end. My bet has gone upto Rs.148. I exit the bet at Rs.124. Whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114719262749580089?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114719262749580089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114719262749580089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114719262749580089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114719262749580089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/interview-with-director-of-af-and-bse.html' title='An Interview with the Director of AF and BSE'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114702595778482379</id><published>2006-05-07T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:26:10.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And she says,"Farewell My Little Friends"- for she is in the sky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/cute_nut_sn_ne_di%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/cute_nut_sn_ne_di%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/neha_divya_car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/neha_divya_car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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;Divi Divi!&lt;br /&gt;You are a white lily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How I wish you were Brooooooown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Inside my little Toooown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you turn around ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyone is just bound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a lovely little mime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you say," I am happy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"....while everyone is feelin crapy.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And you dont care for this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For you are a little bird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are all ready,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To take off and go steady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyone looks at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-and you are above the blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Looking down upon the cage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Which traps our hearts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And your eyes are darts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That make the world seem so vague.&lt;/span&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/22828213-114702595778482379?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114702595778482379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114702595778482379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114702595778482379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114702595778482379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-she-saysfarewell-my-little-friends.html' title='And she says,&quot;Farewell My Little Friends&quot;- for she is in the sky...'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114702159872082633</id><published>2006-05-07T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:37:30.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Glósóli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The Glowing Soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Every once in a while I stumble upon a song which makes me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well this is one of them. I just had to share this.&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/22828213-114702159872082633?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114702159872082633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114702159872082633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114702159872082633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114702159872082633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/glsli.html' title='Glósóli'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114700422959661015</id><published>2006-05-07T17:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-07T17:47:09.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally...yes, I know it was time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/2920/1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/963/2920/320/1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yay, I finally joined this thing. w00t!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that  it took me so long, but at last I'm here. Whee! (LJ still kicks ass, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnyway, Ruchika came over today and we had a blast, like we always do. We sang songs, took pictures and even recorded a couple of videos...all in less than a couple of hours. Only we can do that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, guess what? My mom said that if she had known earlier that Ruchika was going to be staying in her sister's house in Singapore, she would have sent me, too. Imagine that! I could have gone with Ruchika! To freakin' Singapore! GAH! And since it's too late to do anythhing now, I'm going to be stuck here. Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not a whole lot else going on. Wish more of you guys could have made it today. Miss you all a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Sneha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114700422959661015?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114700422959661015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114700422959661015' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114700422959661015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114700422959661015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/finallyyes-i-know-it-was-time.html' title='Finally...yes, I know it was time!'/><author><name>Sneha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114694256447436585</id><published>2006-05-07T00:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:39:24.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IIJS 2006 Fashion show.</title><content type='html'>The fashion show was boring. The designs were horrible. The performances were boring. the food was bad. Was supposed to have a spanish test that got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more spanish I am learning, I am realising it gets a bit tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something exquisite in Jewellery...I'm terribly bored of the same crap...............................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114694256447436585?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114694256447436585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114694256447436585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114694256447436585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114694256447436585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/iijs-2006-fashion-show.html' title='IIJS 2006 Fashion show.'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114685604747976049</id><published>2006-05-06T00:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:37:27.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5024/2839/1600/nchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5024/2839/320/nchild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hello everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;im writing after a long time.. this blog thingy just makes us feel closer to each other.. its awesome man.. well i have just been lazing around these days. my guy is busy as usual so im in my own world. you'll have been doing somethin or the other ya... i have been struggling at NIIT.... YUK!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i miss ull a lot.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;lol i just felt like posting my childhood pic on d blog so i did it...  i think all of ull shud do it.. n also cause i dint have crazy pics like ruch lol........  i wish v could meet very often.  i always pray for that apartment dream to come true. n harsh please dont give such lengthy descriptions of  wat u did with ruch.. my cousin is over at home from indore. he's going abroad. damn it every other person is going abroad. there is so much to do in life. life is too short 2 fulfil your dreams....  i miss dinku n harsh its so simple to irritate them na just do brrrr.....  will leave ull with this.. Enjoy!!!! i love ull n miss ull a lot muahhh... to everybody  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114685604747976049?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114685604747976049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114685604747976049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114685604747976049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114685604747976049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-everybody-im-writing-after-long.html' title=''/><author><name>chubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114682311629951381</id><published>2006-05-05T15:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:28:36.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>4 days after u ve left....and here we are</title><content type='html'>(nuts will have a LOT of blog readin after she comes back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ve been visiting the blog like almost everyday, simply so that i can catch up on old memories.its  summer vacations but it does nt feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems busy in their own life(so am i actually...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im soo proud of divya! she s finally workin!!! at Raj travels as an intern though. thats really great! so divya s all busy and everything... keep it up girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gunjan seems to be toooo engrossed in :&lt;br /&gt;1) her books&lt;br /&gt;2) jugal( inside sources tell us she s talkin to him like 24*7)&lt;br /&gt;lol....she even sent me an sms sayin not to believe wat others are tellin me bout herself and jugal.&lt;br /&gt;(i just hope i will be  alive after she reads this entry.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neha is going to nagpur to spend time with her cousins.... any outing is great this summer!&lt;br /&gt;harsh seems busy with work..IIJS event and classes etc&lt;br /&gt;im tring to enchance my knowledge in french and gearing up for my singapore trip-14th   may !!!&lt;br /&gt;which leaves poor sneha...all by her self. she s thoroughly bored and is now considering a trip to poona for a while. hope that works out considering we all have something up our sleeves this summer.&lt;br /&gt;its been harldly 4 days since u ve gone, but it seems tooo long!!!!! i mean we all meet up just this last weekend , but i feel like its been a month since we met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope your return will find us in the best of spirits!!! more so.....we Better get to see your latest moves, which u may have learnt in ur camp...!&lt;br /&gt;in dire need of a stayover with everyone..........(im sure all of u will agree with me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114682311629951381?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114682311629951381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114682311629951381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114682311629951381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114682311629951381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/4-days-after-u-ve-leftand-here-we-are.html' title='4 days after u ve left....and here we are'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114676625132308450</id><published>2006-05-04T23:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:51:45.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ruchika, Knotts, Destiny, To Sell or not to Sell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is to keep Natasha updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was supposed to go to the IIJS 2006(India International Jewellery Exhibition) today, which is at Goregaon. I worked till 11:30 yesterday night basically trying to finish up and convert my Powerpoint presentation to a DVD (Which kinda ruined it...). So after having a fucked up day yesterday, I called Ruch this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Ruchika and Me have very interesting "interaction". It somehow seems to support Hindu numerology I believe. Or again, it may be just a clash of personalities. Whatever I try to do to better our interaction, something HAS to come in the way. Then I loose my head and do stupid things, like break her belt, go and tell someone that she likes him and/or break her bangles. Not that all this really is a big deal but still. And th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e simple fact that it is I who did it makes her burn in fire. Especially, considering what has come to pass between us. Totally understandable. But its an unchanging pattern; so much so that it doesnt matter to us anymore, wether I get her into trouble or the fact that she will have to suffer. We all take shitty risks with her like getting drun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;k at her place. But then nothing will happen. But if I even TOUCH her, shes in shit because of it. Small shit. But still. And then she is all formal and all completely. I don't know if thats good because it creates distance. Again, it keeps you less worried that she is so adjusting. Now to continue with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I call Ruch this morning. I tell her to come home ASAP&lt;/span&gt;. The plan was that I see a French Cartoon (the same one) with her over lunch at my place. I was supposed to go to Goregaon at 3-3:30 since I did not have an entry pass. she comes to my house at around 12. 12:05 I start getting panic calls from Goregaon, "The presentation is not working." Besides that I was really confused as to what is to be done to an investment in the Stock market. I ended up doing nothing. The situation was something like this: (I had gotten in to the position at 79 bucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/OPTIDX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/OPTIDX.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now i could have sold n then bought again if the market will go down again. But If i wait I can make bigger bucks...Either ways, my aim is to learn and so I wanted to see what would happen and wanted to do away with the decision since so much was going on anyways and I was getting shit late. (For Ruchika- The position ended at 93 bucks today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I tell them that I'm gonna come immediately after lunch. Then, my uncle calls n tells me to come over there and then have lunch. So Ruch decides to go back home n have lunch and I end up feeling really bad only once again. I walk with her till the station where we seperate out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am checked (railway pass) twice before I reach SEEPZ. There I find my burnt CD still lying on the table. This meant that they had delivered a blank CD at Goregaon. Baffoons. So I got ready with everything, took a backup of the presentation in the original format and reached the IIJS Hall 1. There- no entry pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it in short, I love how we bend rules in India by using influ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did just that and got a pass for me n two of my colleagues after a few phonecalls, running around and answering stupid questions. By the time I got in it was 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the presentation online n waited for a time where I could get lunch. But situations where such that I could not get lunch. Soon it was 5:30 and we had to pack up for the day. I made it at around 7:30 and had a Maggie. I wanted to meet Ruch again to give her a blank CD for Sneha. The one she burnt for me before doesnt work. But Ruch said she was to tired after french and did not want to walk till my place since it would take 15 mins. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114676625132308450?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114676625132308450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114676625132308450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114676625132308450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114676625132308450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/ruchika-knotts-destiny-to-sell-or-not.html' title='Ruchika, Knotts, Destiny, To Sell or not to Sell'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114659509046985289</id><published>2006-05-03T00:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:08:10.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SCREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/me_scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/me_scream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114659509046985289?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114659509046985289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114659509046985289' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114659509046985289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114659509046985289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/scream.html' title='SCREAM'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114653563308513831</id><published>2006-05-02T07:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:37:13.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When I'm gone....</title><content type='html'>To my Angels,&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with the usual, Thank you. Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Every individual is unique. In a very wide sense even so. &lt;br /&gt;As I walk on the road each day, I look at the people and wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if they have even a life half as great as mine, and someting answers my question in the negative. I feel elated. &lt;br /&gt;Elated everytime I think of any one of you all.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I am!!! How very lucky infact to have you.&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to know that someone cares for you, with choice. No obligations in this are there? No one is forced to care, to like, to love an individual. But you all do, and respect too.&lt;br /&gt;So, Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I have exactly 5 minutes to finish this, and so I'll start with messages to each one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ruchika:&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you. You know me soo very much and we go through the same stupid feelings all the time, but you know what? It's OK to feel the stupidity, it's human. So take care of your trip. And oh yeah, you're worth a million and 1 Anands or who evers for that matter, so whoever you think is nice, I'm not going to think is nice enough for you. You ROCK!!! Go rock Singapore. I depend on you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sneha:&lt;br /&gt;You are soo perfect!!! How do you do it? Like one little dolly!!! Hey, Jared loves you , OK? He lowes you!!! Sorry to say, but you deserve the best, so if he doesn't, it's his loss, and you know that. Thank you for being there when I've had my little problems. I lowe you too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Dinky:&lt;br /&gt;Keep being yourself. You'll cange as per experience and those changes will make you happy and you'll want them. i love you for making me laugh all those times. you are one of the bestst friends one can ask for. Lowe you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Neha:&lt;br /&gt;We all lowe you. Don't ever think that anything that you do will make us love you less, so FOR gOds sake, don't hide things from us. We really care. And we know that you do too. Thank you for making my college life soo much more bearable. Lowe you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chotu:&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Thats all I have to say to you. Oh yeah, and I lowe you too. Don't get into too much trouble. And you are going to do soo freakin well in life. No more KTs for you. i have faith in you, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mon amour:&lt;br /&gt;Don't change yourself for me. You are soo awesome. And I am soo lucky!!! You know I lowe you. A lot!!! i miss you crazy!!! Ok, i'm getting hell late!!! My mind isn't even working too much. Meet my mum today. Love you soo much. don't go out with someone else in my absense.... :-p Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/22828213-114653563308513831?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114653563308513831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114653563308513831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114653563308513831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114653563308513831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-im-gone_02.html' title='When I&apos;m gone....'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114647230596660122</id><published>2006-05-01T13:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:56:35.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>surprise surprise!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4201/2844/1600/im%20loud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4201/2844/320/im%20loud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey ppl!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;im gettin used 2 dis blog thingy n finally i realise dat its a lot of fun.......coz no1 except US can read wat v write........ i mean its like just US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;dis is cool fun.........&lt;br /&gt;neways guys,if u'll think dat onie u'll can surprise us by puttin sum weird pic of ruch, den well..........just chek dis 1 out...........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/22828213-114647230596660122?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114647230596660122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114647230596660122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114647230596660122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114647230596660122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/05/surprise-surprise.html' title='surprise surprise!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114641679008949172</id><published>2006-04-30T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:36:30.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To my Oregon, USA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The West Wind&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- By John Masefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;&lt;br /&gt;I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills.&lt;br /&gt;And April's in the west wind, and daffodils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine,&lt;br /&gt;Apple orchards blossom there, and the air's like wine.&lt;br /&gt;There is cool green grass there, where men may lie at rest,&lt;br /&gt;And the thrushes are in song there, fluting from the nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will ye not come home brother? ye have been long away,&lt;br /&gt;It's April, and blossom time, and white is the may;&lt;br /&gt;And bright is the sun brother, and warm is the rain,--&lt;br /&gt;Will ye not come home, brother, home to us again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The young corn is green, brother, where the rabbits run.&lt;br /&gt;It's blue sky, and white clouds, and warm rain and sun.&lt;br /&gt;It's song to a man's soul, brother, fire to a man's brain,&lt;br /&gt;To hear the wild bees and see the merry spring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Larks are singing in the west, brother, above the green wheat,&lt;br /&gt;So will ye not come home, brother, and rest your tired feet?&lt;br /&gt;I've a balm for bruised hearts, brother, sleep for aching eyes,"&lt;br /&gt;Says the warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the white road westwards is the road I must tread&lt;br /&gt;To the green grass, the cool grass, and rest for heart and head,&lt;br /&gt;To the violets, and the warm hearts, and the thrushes' song,&lt;br /&gt;In the fine land, the west land, the land where I belong. &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114641679008949172?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114641679008949172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114641679008949172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114641679008949172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114641679008949172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-my-oregon-usa.html' title='To my Oregon, USA.'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114641382772597900</id><published>2006-04-30T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:47:07.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson comes to town in 1979</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/ruch_micheal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/320/ruch_micheal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114641382772597900?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114641382772597900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114641382772597900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114641382772597900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114641382772597900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/michael-jackson-comes-to-town-in-1979.html' title='Michael Jackson comes to town in 1979'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114633392881158070</id><published>2006-04-29T23:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:35:28.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;hello people i finally got to writing on the blog. im so happy.  just getting closer n closer to ull...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;as of now aint writing much but as i get used to it wil write more k.....    I love ull a lot n we'll b there forever n ever...!!!   Brrrr.....  lol.. Enjoy..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114633392881158070?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114633392881158070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114633392881158070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114633392881158070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114633392881158070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-people-i-finally-got-to-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>chubby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114633229800845140</id><published>2006-04-29T22:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:09:31.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am sorry for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I pity you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope you prove me wrong by Rocking life and not stumbling across the Journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You will not know the beauty of Complexity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the tricky nature of the Mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the beauty of Nature, nor her Chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the beauty of a Purple Flower, nor its Poignancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the evil of Human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the Greatness of Human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the Power of Will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know of the Fire of Desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the Human Endeavour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the Sweet Bitterness of Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the power of Words, Language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the lessons of Literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the Warped Creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the value of Culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know the importance of Caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not like the reality that is spoken by Mathematics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not like the  various viewpoints of Sociology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know what makes you work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not even care about what you are made of and what everything is made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not know Quantum Computors, or what Nanotechnology is going to do for you and your kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe you just don't care about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe you are scared to live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe you do not want to know about your Potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe you just want to Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe you do not know that there are infinity possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe you do not understand that there is an infinity to experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe you do not know that we have a very limited time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or, well, you do not care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You will not know the beauty of Divine Singularity. You have not seen God either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not even know yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not even know Your Goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are just dreaming away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You see beauty in reflections not in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You do not want to go ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You have given up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What Beauty can you see in the Universe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A mere reflection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here's to my Perception,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to the Human Nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to the Human Mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to my Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to my Achievements,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to my Desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to my Future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to Infinite Possibilities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to my Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am right behind you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe it's high time for you to get up my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114633229800845140?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114633229800845140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114633229800845140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114633229800845140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114633229800845140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/01123581321.html' title='0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21....'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114630038304711620</id><published>2006-04-29T13:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:10:15.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Image%28203%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28200%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Image%28200%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28199%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Image%28199%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28153%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Image%28153%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28143%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Image%28143%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Joel%20and%20me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Joel%20and%20me.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Roomies%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Roomies%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last pic is of my roomies!!! I love and miss them soo much. Elina and Sherona.&lt;br /&gt;The Second last is of Joel &amp;amp; moi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then shamir and me on the Camel.&lt;br /&gt;Then my Aunt et yours truely on this game thingie at King city which is kind of like Esel World types...only 10 times better...&lt;br /&gt;Then my two cousins, Janice and Judith. The one who's hugging the other is Jan, she's the one who's exactly like me... It's soo awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's just yours truely, in the sweat shirt that they gifted me, and if you notice my feet they're covered in tiger. Infact they've magically transformed themseleves into Tigers!!! RAWRRR!&lt;br /&gt;Then again it's moi. I was asleep with this huge doggie stuffed animal that Jan owns(lucky her), and Noel woke me up for pics.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all for the Israel pics, ofcourse there are tons more. But this is more important so there you go. Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114630038304711620?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114630038304711620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114630038304711620' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114630038304711620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114630038304711620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-pics.html' title='More pics.'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114629909075483538</id><published>2006-04-29T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:54:50.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Barana%20De%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Barana%20De%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Dorit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Dorit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Picture #1&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends is at this party that the American lot invited us too, it's when we stayed in the tents with the Beduin tribes. There was this guy performing and picking up random whites to dance(discrimination I tell you) But we had an awesome time as you probably can tell by the expression on our faces. Next to me is Noel. to the right of me is Joel, Elana, Hottie in the order of the way they are seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures #2 &amp; #3. This is David &amp;amp; Dorith. our madrichims. The trip wouldn't have been half as fun if not for them... I miss them Terribly. &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/David.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Picture #4&lt;br /&gt;This is while we were all dressed up to be Biblical characters. we rode on donkeys in these costumes (the boys had to ask a girl each to a donkey. I got asked by two, shamir asked me first so I said "yes" to him, then Joel did so I told him that i was already taken,. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/all%20dressed%20up%21%21%21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/all%20dressed%20up%21%21%21.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Taglit5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Taglit5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Pics #5 &amp; #6&lt;br /&gt;Five is by the dead sea, I proudly was the only girl who managed to get this mukh on myself. Unfortunately no pics of me were taken. But the boys covered in mukh Are Shamir, Elad and Jonathan respectively. The latter two are the army dudes with us. :)&lt;br /&gt;The sixth pic is of sabbath day (friday0. we are supposed to do a good deed on such a day, we collected tomatoes for the poor anmd also indulged in a rotten-tomato fight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/HaHa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/HaHa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Hukka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Hukka.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pic #7&lt;br /&gt;This is at aroung 2 int he night. This is when we were with the beduin tribe. This was the mess hall. Like our dining room. I did a little dance on the table here. You know the hip-shaking thing. lol. The guy whos holding me tight is Shamir. And I think u guys should know the rest. Too bad if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo very sorry to have taken soo very long!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22828213-114629909075483538?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114629909075483538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114629909075483538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114629909075483538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114629909075483538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-pics.html' title='My pics.'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114621650989195183</id><published>2006-04-28T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:58:29.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pics of our(dinky and mine) college life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/Image(026).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/Image%28026%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/Image(024).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/Image%28024%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/Blind%20models.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/Blind%20models.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/V%20can%20make%20a%20cute%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/V%20can%20make%20a%20cute%20couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/The%20Gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/The%20Gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics you guys can see.....considering none of you put up pics that often(nuriths weddin,isarel etc...) i thought i ll do the honours anyways. these will give you guys a sneak peak into our college life.(thank me divya for saving your time and putting up pics on our behalf :) i think our college life is finally going great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114621650989195183?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114621650989195183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114621650989195183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114621650989195183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114621650989195183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/pics-of-ourdinky-and-mine-college-life.html' title='pics of our(dinky and mine) college life'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114612133463537630</id><published>2006-04-27T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:39:59.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>nuts u shud be proud of me!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;hey!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;finally,i joined de blog n writin also.................unlike de l.j,where i was all pissed n all...............hope de same thing doesnt happen here............neways lets not be -ve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so wwat else my frds?im so happy now a days,just cant tell u'll...........seriously waitin 4 de appartment thingy 2 happen man..........my day was so rokin yesterday!!!!!!!!! we laughed so much..........my god!!!!!!!!!i wish v cud do dis everyday.............full day wid frds,wud be so much fun..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;well i hope i remember my username n password as well,so dat i can write more often............neways just incase i forget it,den u'll pls remember it 4 me...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;here it is:  user name:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;xdinkyx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                   password:(dat i'll remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114612133463537630?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114612133463537630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114612133463537630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114612133463537630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114612133463537630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/nuts-u-shud-be-proud-of-me.html' title='nuts u shud be proud of me!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dinky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114607684608537320</id><published>2006-04-26T23:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:10:46.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>nuts is gonna be proud !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/1600/Image(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2451/2726/320/Image%28026%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;so what do i talk about...? umm how about my polys nite...? this pic below shows my tnt friends. they can be great fun, ofcourse, not half as much fun as you all!&lt;br /&gt;so thats pretty much everyone.....the chich next to me is ashumi....etc. i mean...we had a Blast at harshs' treat..partin our ass off, but its different with these people....but im sooo done with getting sloshed!... not for another 4 months or so. but you know what, i have never gotten sloshed .....so i guess my turns left! still....not untill i have a reason to drink.&lt;br /&gt;wow..... this blogs amazing, i mean its just you guys readin it. its like writting in a diary ...cool. must apppreciate nuts and harshs efforts though:)&lt;br /&gt;as for me, life is going great now. seems like loads lined up for me(i hopeeee  that includes a new love intetest too;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114607684608537320?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114607684608537320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114607684608537320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114607684608537320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114607684608537320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/nuts-is-gonna-be-proud_26.html' title='nuts is gonna be proud !'/><author><name>ruch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114581289732830853</id><published>2006-04-23T22:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:10:44.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I wrote this one at the leadership class today. I was actually thoroughly bored and thought of a creative thing to keep my mind busy with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;The  Holocaust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Six down, five to  go!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eleven men standing in a  row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fallen six, kneeling  five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;They all must die, they all  die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Bang!!! Bang!!!" They'd shoot  us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Bang!!! Bang!!!" and we'd  fall down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;One more day, one more  breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;just to bring us closer to  death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Why that one? why Even  one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Take me now, let me be  done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Is this life? how one must  live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nothing to take... nothing to  give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hollow hollow, how hollow I  am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Standing here like a useless  dam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;No water behind, no water  headforth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Protecting nothing, not  anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;My family is dead. Not a tear  to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Like the dam, my eyes be  dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Bang!!! Bang!!!" I heard so  loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dead now. Finally  down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Well, that's it. Leave  comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114581289732830853?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114581289732830853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114581289732830853' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114581289732830853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114581289732830853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-poem.html' title='My poem.'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114572781346696865</id><published>2006-04-22T23:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:13:33.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My own Search Engine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://googlealive.com/engines/Google/White/You%20Love%20Harsh.aspx"&gt;My own Search Engine!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114572781346696865?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114572781346696865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114572781346696865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114572781346696865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114572781346696865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-own-search-engine.html' title='My own Search Engine!'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114537830622047705</id><published>2006-04-18T21:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:08:26.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the 212</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You are right.&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat my cake and have it too. Sorry. It's my bad. I'll try so that it wouldn't happen again. So heres' to Pschitt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe I can't express myself properly that's why I use poetry...that too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip in Hyderabad showed me this.&lt;br /&gt;1) People in South India are very quality conscious and rich enough to afford it.&lt;br /&gt;2) If I get into jewellery I will probably doing the same shit- begging from shop to shop so that they would take my goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to create something exclusive, something exquisite and get niche with it. Something which would be valued and which would hold power...It's so interesting to just think about it, I'm sure working on it will be awsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do I know I am capable, i.e, creative enough to come up with something different and luxurious? Do I even have the mental capability to compete with Joop!, Christian Dior, D'Damas, DTC, etc. etc.? Do I have enough capital to just go flat out? What about generating Publicity? Am I smart enough to even go there? I can't even draw a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the mind of an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;" class="quotebig"&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Albert_Einstein/"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;US (German-born) physicist  (1879 - 1955)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114537830622047705?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114537830622047705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114537830622047705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114537830622047705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114537830622047705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/waiting-for-212.html' title='Waiting for the 212'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114452091102482241</id><published>2006-04-08T23:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:58:35.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>...No Such Things As Monsters</title><content type='html'>Kaisha ni iku. (Going to the office.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wildness of the People,&lt;br /&gt;The Irritating Heat,&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat that never dries.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught by the TC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing bigger than the other.&lt;br /&gt;Is there even a thing called system?&lt;br /&gt;No basis of reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is ethics? What is meaning itself?&lt;br /&gt;Endless such questions to irritate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People affect you.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that?&lt;br /&gt;You can't live your life ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the grand illusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114452091102482241?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114452091102482241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114452091102482241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114452091102482241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114452091102482241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-such-things-as-monsters.html' title='...No Such Things As Monsters'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114416938230286727</id><published>2006-04-04T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:19:42.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Bite%20Me%21%21%21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/320/Bite%20Me%21%21%21.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonsoir, my little loves.&lt;br /&gt;I see, it's me writing to myself... Once again.&lt;br /&gt;Me to Read what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Me to know what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;Me to laugh at myself.&lt;br /&gt;And me to correct my Typos.&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114416938230286727?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114416938230286727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114416938230286727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114416938230286727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114416938230286727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/04/bonsoir-my-little-loves_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114382717373741583</id><published>2006-03-31T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:16:13.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Busy-ness</title><content type='html'>Hasn't it been ages since we've all met?&lt;br /&gt;Well, considering that Harsh and I ar the only ones who do actually bother to check this thing out, or contribute to it, we've been meeting everyday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got good news for you, honey. My dad said yes for Salsa!!! Only, I'll be missing the second and third calss... And I've lost the telephone No. that you'd given me, so I'll have o take that again...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I require you to make me Administrator of this group too. Is that possible? Pkease? Just go to settings, click on members and tick next to my id to make me administrator. Thanx.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_17.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114382717373741583?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114382717373741583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114382717373741583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114382717373741583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114382717373741583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/busy-ness.html' title='Busy-ness'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114348139553207671</id><published>2006-03-27T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:16:50.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To My Best Friend's Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;To My Best Friend’s Sister&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...And the world turns around…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Irritation of just Being,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Frustration of Not being able to Express,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Intensity of Emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Cannot face the Problems of Life,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are not for me to face,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a Right Not To.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Cannot think,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cannot Develop myself,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frustration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is there a way out for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I turn my eyes Around…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114348139553207671?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114348139553207671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114348139553207671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114348139553207671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114348139553207671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-my-best-friends-sister.html' title='To My Best Friend&apos;s Sister'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114305217760791431</id><published>2006-03-22T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:08:48.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A True Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Darkness of my Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Thin Drone of the Fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Sound of the Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Large Window by my Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Crazy Humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wildness of the Heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me on my Warm bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unable to get Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Cool, Gentle Breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing my Mind to Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As if Carressing my bare shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Putting me to Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114305217760791431?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114305217760791431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114305217760791431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114305217760791431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114305217760791431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/true-friend.html' title='A True Friend'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114304895554734643</id><published>2006-03-22T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:05:55.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Answer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm not pissed at the ORT people any more. And we don't require to sit and abise them. In fact it's you guys who deserve abusing for NOT AT ALL posting on here!!! You all suck eggs!!! I'm not typing all this for Time pass!!! I want you all to post, and there's going to be no more talk about this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_30_110v.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'll get back to why I'm no more mad at them. Well, they told me that they aren't sure about my history, as in how involved I've been with my community in the past. Which is a question that even I can't answer quiet proudly. Apparently, my name had been suggested in the top five by my Indian Madrichims as well as my Israeli Madrichims. But Victor Sasoon(the Chairman of ORT) sait that since he doesn't know if I will be all dedicated afterwards, which, let's be honest, even I don't think I will. So now I'm perfectly fine with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I must say a special thanx to Joel though because he's been making soo much effort so that I can come. He firstly called up Bene Issac(The Director of ORT), and spoke to himabout me not being choosen when 2-3 other wayy less active than me have been choosen. the Bene issac told him the circumstance. Secondly, he put forth the best picture of me in front of Bene(and he refuses to tell me what he's said), but apparently Bene was very pleased after hearing his phenominal praises about me. Thirdly, he went and personally went and met Sasoon and Bene, and missed out on his sleep(he does night shiftls so he has to sleep during the day).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cus/e_1_59.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ok, more news. I might be going to Hungary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/6/6_14_4.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; this June. But that's only if my passport is valid by the terms of the Hungarian VISA. The problem is that it expires this Oct which for some reason could be a small problem. But whatever... Anywhichways, if incase I do go to Hungary it will be soo awesome!!! It's for 3 weeks, and we only have to pay Rs. 11,000/-!!! For the first week we'll be trained in leading others and the next two weeks, we have to lead over others!!! From different countries!!! How funnnnnn!!! It's going to be soo freakin tough naa? They'll all be the doped idiots who never follow instructions and all and I'm going to have t make them do tings and all!!! Woo hoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/3/3_7_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha aka Tziporah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_17.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114304895554734643?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114304895554734643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114304895554734643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114304895554734643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114304895554734643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/answer.html' title='The Answer.'/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114287769869588184</id><published>2006-03-20T23:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:45:50.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Brilliance of Thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Limitlessness of Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Complexity of People.&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Madness of Perception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Deepness of Emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Vanity of Logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Rawness of Wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Heat of Desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Strength of Will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Joy of Achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Chaos of Humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Warmth of Relation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Inexplicability of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Sense of Satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Beauty of Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114287769869588184?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114287769869588184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114287769869588184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114287769869588184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114287769869588184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114241161272043531</id><published>2006-03-15T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:03:32.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My exams are oveR...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and my stupid 'shift' key still isn't working right... it's soo annoying. I have to keep pressing caps lock to get caps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was supposed to go to Pollyesthers, but dad's saying no. No celebrating Holi either, none of my friends are playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But apat from all that, I'm doing wonderfully well. Things couldn't be better with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The whole not being allowed to go to pollys thing isn't bothering me too much either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What did bother me was the fact that I wasn't chosed to go to Israel with my friends. Worse yet, they're not giving me a reason as to why I'm not chosen. I wish they'd just tell me what was lacking in me, because this way I'm just out thinkin that they're being unfair, and it WAS kind of mind-fucking me. I'm much better now, after having talked it out to my good friends, Sneha, Ruch and Harsh. Thanx, you guys. After your exams get done with, we shall all sit together and you all can help me abuse them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_11_22.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I went to Vashi yesterday. The Jewish Agency was there, and we had to meet them, and they told me that they want me to present the slideshow. Why, why the hell... Anyways, we went, and we were hardly there for likr 1/2 an hour. Then Hottie, Joel, Aru and I went to Center one mall and had a good time there. Joel got a new cell, and his cell to my cell is free, so he can call anytime. He's really nice to me. Oi, Aru was in a saree, she's soo cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_19.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I had a terrible time while getting back soo late in the night. This one guy followed me in his car, all the way from Mahim Station to the main road saying, ''Get in or everyone will throw water ballons at you... You'll get wet...'' I was soo scared, I crossed the road as soon as I reached the main road. Thankfully he didn't get out of his car and come after me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'll hopefully be seeing you guys soon. Good luck with your exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Love you tons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_17.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/22828213-114241161272043531?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114241161272043531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114241161272043531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114241161272043531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114241161272043531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Tziporah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4912/2336/1600/Image%28203%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114197693405677010</id><published>2006-03-10T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:18:54.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Send a mail to yourself in the future.</title><content type='html'>Here is a cool website in which you can send an email dated in the future to yourself or any other address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.futureme.org/"&gt;http://www.futureme.org/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114197693405677010?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114197693405677010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114197693405677010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114197693405677010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114197693405677010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/send-mail-to-yourself-in-future.html' title='Send a mail to yourself in the future.'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114197129308235496</id><published>2006-03-10T11:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:14:31.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Self, Practicality, Responsibility, Chaos and the Fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Since last year, I have decided that I'll dedicate my birthdays to something. Last year I had dedicated it to the Harmony of the Universe and Perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have dedicated to, well, a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self: It is important to give importance to oneself. You'll find yourself much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicality: Everything that I go through ultimately drives down to practicality. It is important for me to apply what I know and what i have realised and gain from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility: In order to achieve my aims and goals, Responsibility plays an important part. I will have to learn to multitask better and understand that I cannot screw up as much as I could have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos: Chaos seems to be evident everywhere and in everything. It is the nature of nature. From the Stock markets to the biological structure.  I have come to think of Risk as nothing but a reflection of the chaotic, imperfect human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fire: There burns in me a desire to achieve and explore. It is this fire that is my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also come to believe that I have found the answer to the meaning of life. But you will have to forget the notions of right and wrong to understand it. The meaning of life is in living it. Living it completely- fulfilling your dreams. Nothing else. It's not to become a sage in the mountains or the Ambanis. It's just getting what you want- working for it. I think that this finally is the meaning of life. It gives me a strange sort off peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, there is a long way to go for me. I have written a short poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to explore,&lt;br /&gt;         There is so little time,&lt;br /&gt;There is infinite potential,&lt;br /&gt;There is infinite will power,&lt;br /&gt;There is infinite laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would look to end this piece with my favourite poems by Robert Frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114197129308235496?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114197129308235496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114197129308235496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114197129308235496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114197129308235496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-self-practicality-responsibility.html' title='To Self, Practicality, Responsibility, Chaos and the Fire.'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114170442514218496</id><published>2006-03-07T09:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:56:22.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zuzanà Zatloukàlova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/zuzanka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/400/zuzanka.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hasheee,&lt;br /&gt;Nice to hear from you!!! You know that beside Nina I liked you the most;)&lt;br /&gt;In April and May I expect the most horrible time:(((( I have to study for my&lt;br /&gt;graduation (May 22-25) so I will barely have some spar time to travel the&lt;br /&gt;Europe. However if you came I would definitely host you for some days!! I&lt;br /&gt;would love to see you!&lt;br /&gt;My summer vacation begins right after graduation and the universities start&lt;br /&gt;in the end of September = these are the longest vacation you can have -&lt;br /&gt;between high school and university, otherwise is it just 2 months - July and&lt;br /&gt;August. I will have to go through 4 testing during June though:( So I will&lt;br /&gt;also have to study for it little bit and I mainly need to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;I really would love to visit you sometimes. I have already told Petr about&lt;br /&gt;my dream to visit Bombay and I kinda unterstand:) Unfortunatlly money is the&lt;br /&gt;issue...but once I will make it! YOu just don't forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.,I have to go, my mom came home and I am supposed to be in bed;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114170442514218496?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114170442514218496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114170442514218496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114170442514218496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114170442514218496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/zuzan-zatlouklova.html' title='Zuzanà Zatloukàlova'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22828213.post-114167088936432006</id><published>2006-03-07T00:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:33:05.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On Ledianoi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/400/Image001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/400/Image004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/400/Image003.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/400/Image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22828213-114167088936432006?l=theappartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/feeds/114167088936432006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22828213&amp;postID=114167088936432006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114167088936432006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22828213/posts/default/114167088936432006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theappartment.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-ledianoi.html' title='On Ledianoi'/><author><name>Harsh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1744/2328/1600/Image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
