<?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-3056878798328589307</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:48:41.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumma</title><subtitle type='html'>Confessions of De'Que</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yumma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180423209868420428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056878798328589307.post-4161498130151241502</id><published>2008-08-25T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:35:51.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>I just moved across the blogosphere to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yumma.blogspot.com"&gt;http://yumma.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there *Chaching*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056878798328589307-4161498130151241502?l=yummaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4161498130151241502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056878798328589307&amp;postID=4161498130151241502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/4161498130151241502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/4161498130151241502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/2008/08/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>yumma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180423209868420428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056878798328589307.post-2859129002836326823</id><published>2007-12-06T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:22:04.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Prince and Ms. Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/R1hUhcsek0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fgZJGhR31ME/s1600-h/happy+me+happy+him.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140951908258583362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="371" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/R1hUhcsek0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fgZJGhR31ME/s400/happy+me+happy+him.JPG" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Presenting His Royal Highness, Prince Charming &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(on a white noble steed/wearing a fashionable knights armor)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Princess of White Tulips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Half crazy/Violent mood swings every now and then; BEWARE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ahem ahem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*all hail the prince and princess*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dedicated to the lord of charmS, for holding my hand through it all ..... xox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056878798328589307-2859129002836326823?l=yummaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2859129002836326823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056878798328589307&amp;postID=2859129002836326823' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/2859129002836326823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/2859129002836326823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-meee-happy-him.html' title='Mr. Prince and Ms. Princess'/><author><name>yumma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180423209868420428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/R1hUhcsek0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fgZJGhR31ME/s72-c/happy+me+happy+him.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056878798328589307.post-7467674169601936813</id><published>2007-12-01T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:14:05.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Busy Busy Day!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/R1G__ssekxI/AAAAAAAAADs/k_KaaayHgEI/s1600-R/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139099750856823570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/R1G__ssekxI/AAAAAAAAADs/Q5IgLvFST4k/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Lols.. as shewi says.. I always make a blog.. abandon it and start all over... I didnt dooo it on purpose.. Its just that these days, its all busy busy since I started working after being bored to death.. No worries, will start postin prettty soooon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056878798328589307-7467674169601936813?l=yummaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7467674169601936813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056878798328589307&amp;postID=7467674169601936813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/7467674169601936813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/7467674169601936813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/2007/12/yet-another-busy-busy-day-d.html' title='Yet Another Busy Busy Day!! :D'/><author><name>yumma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180423209868420428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/R1G__ssekxI/AAAAAAAAADs/Q5IgLvFST4k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056878798328589307.post-8612607023430255850</id><published>2007-10-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:22:07.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anga Gadha Mithurun!! *Humph!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RyDP4BhKAnI/AAAAAAAAADk/xRv3myff_CI/s1600-h/Gossipu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RyDP4BhKAnI/AAAAAAAAADk/xRv3myff_CI/s320/Gossipu.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125324937334751858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anga gadha mithurun means, big mouthed friends….&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is about all those gossipers out there.. *pout* Certainly not my friends, yet big mouthed gossipers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;A conversation at dinner led me to the topic of gossipers.. I can’t remember the amount of gossips I’ve heard from people all my life.. Stories about my family, friends, neighbors, people I don’t even know and even stories about myself! (The stories about me usually turn out to be completely new knowledge for me as well!) So the conversation got me thinking.. What is with these gossipers?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gossipers range from, grandma’s who has nothing better to do, housewives who chitchat between themselves after a hard days work, School mates who need to entertain themselves during break time, Colleagues with “free” work hours, and coffee lovers who need a good subject of discussion! The classical myth is “women tend to gossip more than men”.. But I totally disagree, men and women alike, indulge in this sick habit.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;What ticks me off the most is, the fact that gossips lead to rumors which are outrageous lies that anyone can clearly see if they paused for a second and thought about what’s coming out of their mouths..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I questioned my mind, how anyone could possibly just sit there are make up a big fat lie.. Doesn’t it affect their morale’s or conscience? Doesn’t it make them even a teensy bit uncomfortable about the fact that a good chat could ruin someone’s lives? I came to the conclusion that gossipers are so into this habit of theirs that they don’t even realize when they make up something.. *pause to think* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;For example..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lets say there is an Aisha.. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And that she has a handful of women neighbors, who meet up almost everyday for a chat over a cuppa in the evening.. It so happens that this certain day, one of the women had spotted Aisha, in her school uniform on the back of a bike, driven by a strange boy.. Here’s how I imagine the conversation would go…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fathuma: Guess what?! You know that Aimina’s daughter Aisha?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw her today.. She was in her school uniform, on the back of a bike driven by a strange boy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;*Unanimous Gasps!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Siththi: You don’t say Fathima! Aimina’s Aisha? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fathuma: And this also, during school hours!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Zuleykha: Tsk tsk! I wonder who that boy was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fathuma: It certainly wasn’t someone that Aimina knows. I have never seen that boy before. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aisha had a scared look on her face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Siththi: Must be a boyfriend! She must have been scared that she might get caught!*makes a disgusted face* I would never let any daughter of mine act in such a way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Zuleykha: Why, she must have been bunking off and going about with her boyfriend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fathuma: *nods* Yes, Yes. I thought so too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Siththi: *sighs* Well, what can you expect with parents like Aimina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;*Mutual nods of agreement*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Zuleykha: Aimina is too social, too busy building her career. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Siththi: True True. No wonder Aisha is turning out like that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fathuma: I always expected Aisha to turn out like that. *snooty voice* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;End of conversation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sheesh! I wonder if that’s how it goes..?? *mind boggled* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;See, you can so easily tarnish someone’s reputation.. Before you can open your mouth to say ‘stop!’, this story would spread like wild fire. Fathuma, Siththi and Zuleykha would happen to tell other friends of theirs, who would pass in onto their own friends in turn…and it will go on and on.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aisha’s reputation is destroyed over a single cup of tea. When we take a closer look at the situation, things are so different from what they looked like. Aisha had fallen sick in school, her mother who was busy at work, had sent a colleague to take Aisha on the bike to the hospital. The colleague had been mistaken as Aisha’s boyfriend since he was a stranger. He was labeled a stranger based on the fact the neighbors hadn’t seen him in Aimina’s house. Did Fathuma have the right to make that judgment? The scared look on Aisha’s face was merely a look put on her face by her illness. And just because Aimina was a corporate woman, does it mean she’s too social and doesn’t carry out her parental duties..?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gossips and Gossipers make me sick! There’s nothing more to be said on that subject except………&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Support “Anti Gossip” ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056878798328589307-8612607023430255850?l=yummaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8612607023430255850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056878798328589307&amp;postID=8612607023430255850' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/8612607023430255850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/8612607023430255850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/anga-gadha-mithurun-humph.html' title='Anga Gadha Mithurun!! *Humph!*'/><author><name>yumma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180423209868420428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RyDP4BhKAnI/AAAAAAAAADk/xRv3myff_CI/s72-c/Gossipu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056878798328589307.post-3205346268122202040</id><published>2007-10-20T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T02:36:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEP!! Shamma, Nai, Thoi, Sindhu and Shani!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxnL3Sie1-I/AAAAAAAAADU/uOL9Q2cRc0E/s1600-h/n580340516_1445630_1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxnL3Sie1-I/AAAAAAAAADU/uOL9Q2cRc0E/s320/n580340516_1445630_1146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123350201840359394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxnLnCie16I/AAAAAAAAAC0/4yRUqVLOKGk/s1600-h/n580340516_1445666_2617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxnLnCie16I/AAAAAAAAAC0/4yRUqVLOKGk/s320/n580340516_1445666_2617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123349922667485090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxnLnSie17I/AAAAAAAAAC8/YA1BM5GOlKI/s1600-h/n580340516_1445733_4579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Shamma, Nai, Thoi, Sindhu and Shani!!'/><author><name>yumma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180423209868420428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxnL3Sie1-I/AAAAAAAAADU/uOL9Q2cRc0E/s72-c/n580340516_1445630_1146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056878798328589307.post-8333000204465373046</id><published>2007-10-17T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T02:42:43.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat with Apl.De.Ap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxdauSie1yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NXYr-UH2FM8/s1600-h/BEP.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122662852454176546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxdauSie1yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NXYr-UH2FM8/s320/BEP.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason why I was most disappointed to leave Bangalore, was because I would not be able to attend the BEP concert on the 16th.. (And yea, the fact that I would miss you both is also another reason why I was disappointed to leave Bangalore, k shams and naidhatha =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even tried to extend my visa, but the guys at the police commissioner said that there was no possible way.. So BEP was in my mind, even when I packed and left Bangalore.. Last night I called up shammatha and naidhatha, just to ask them how the concert went, and I couldn't believe what the girls had to tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bouncer at the concert had given the girls back stage passes!! They were at a party going on at the hotel where BEP stayed, when I called up.. I didn't even believe shammatha at first.. But I knew it was possible since Jaz and I won a greet and meet with the Rasmus in 2004, in Bangalore.. And all we did to meet them was answer half of a sms quiz, and tadah! We had won tickets to their concert in Bangalore, the opportunity to meet them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123351898352441330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxnNaCie1_I/AAAAAAAAADc/EmgWV-YCK1w/s320/Picture+329.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxdcOSie1zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FdQmnuPJ8Kk/s1600-h/rasmus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I was sooo excited that I jumped on the bed and nearly broke it.. I was shrieking in the most high pitched voice ever!! If we had dogs in Maldives, they all would have gathered into the room then! And all this in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;I pleaded with shammatha to give the phone to one of them, and she gave it to &lt;a title="Apl.de.ap" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Apl.de.ap"&gt;apl.de.ap&lt;/a&gt;! I couldn't help but yell into the phone about how sorry I was to have missed the concert, and asked him to sing me a song! And he did!! He sang me the apl song and it was sooo cool! I even have the whole conversation recorded! Weeeee!! Here we go, technology once more.. If I had talked to apl, in my grandma's time, I wouldn't have been able to record the conversation..not to mention, I wouldn't have been able to talk to him at all.. and besides, he would have been a baby then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came at this point.. Shocked out of sleep.. She asked me whether i had gone mad, but I was too hyped to even answer her and after thanking Apl with all my heart I hung up... *Happy Sigh* My cousins are soooo lucky!!!! So am I!! *mad luaghter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to go catch up on all the sleep I lost last night now.. I was too excited to sleep last night after the call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;xxx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056878798328589307-8333000204465373046?l=yummaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8333000204465373046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056878798328589307&amp;postID=8333000204465373046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/8333000204465373046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/8333000204465373046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-reason-why-i-was-most-disappointed.html' title='Chat with Apl.De.Ap!'/><author><name>yumma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180423209868420428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxdauSie1yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NXYr-UH2FM8/s72-c/BEP.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056878798328589307.post-7020819579693136071</id><published>2007-10-16T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:30:19.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxdSxyie1wI/AAAAAAAAABk/exx300IuvKI/s1600-h/vladstudio_hairdresser_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxdSxyie1wI/AAAAAAAAABk/exx300IuvKI/s320/vladstudio_hairdresser_800x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122654116490696450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cut my hair!! Me and jaz, went out for a lil outing this evening and we cut our hair.. Its not noticeable really, but the visit to the salon made me happy..  *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;This evening was pretty busy... Jaz and I visited &lt;a href="http://cliquetrainingcentre.com/"&gt;Clique&lt;/a&gt;, to check out my graduation pics.. They looked awesome and hilarious.. We, grabbed grape jugo's from juice joint, picked up my contacts and went to xee salon.. It was fun hanging out with jaz after such a long time..  =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't end the evening with that... I came home, and went out again to visit muru.. Good old muru, different yet same! *teehee's* She's happily married to athu now.. I saw her wedding album and the pics looked so sweet! The thought that came into my mind was, technology is so cool! You can record so many memories and keep it stored for your children, grand children, and great grand children and beyond.. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, I would love to get a glimpse of my grandma's life.. Imagine seeing your grandmothers wedding pictures or graduation pictures... Well, for some of you, it might not be unusual, but for me it certainly is one amusing thought... All I see of my grandma and mom, are old old black and white pictures.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun evening out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056878798328589307-7020819579693136071?l=yummaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7020819579693136071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056878798328589307&amp;postID=7020819579693136071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/7020819579693136071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/7020819579693136071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/evening-out.html' title='Evening out!'/><author><name>yumma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180423209868420428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxdSxyie1wI/AAAAAAAAABk/exx300IuvKI/s72-c/vladstudio_hairdresser_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056878798328589307.post-775011202893050304</id><published>2007-10-14T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T05:25:56.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially 18 &amp; Back to Blogging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxNcIyie1vI/AAAAAAAAABc/guXhzjVdFxI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121538507325495026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxNcIyie1vI/AAAAAAAAABc/guXhzjVdFxI/s320/untitled.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yay! Back to blogging! *singsong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its been quite awhile since I last blogged.. I've even turned 18 now! Those poor lil stupid posts from back then are now locked away in deep dark places never to be seen again *shudders*.. But cheers to a new beginning of blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in India, Bangalore with my lovely cousins shammatha and naidhatha, these past 3 months.. *I really miss you guys! xxx* It turned out to be one of the best 3 months, I've ever had in my 18 years of life.. I met sooo many wonderful and amazin people, each of them so special in their own way... Shamma, Nai, Sindhu, Arnab, Aisha, Aloy, Sully n Hani! You guys made my vacation the best one ever.. Thanx for everything including all the mad fun we had together.. I'll never forget you guys! And cant wait to meet up sometime soon.. *That doesnt include you two k, shams and naidhatha!! See you sooner!!* lol =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vacation helped me understand how it is to live abroad, away from home, how people of different places, different beliefs and different cultures get along, and how valuable friendship and family is. I've learned so much more about relationships between family and friends than I ever have.. A bunch of thanx goes to my mom for trusting me and letting me experience something new.. =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Vacations now over.. and Im home again.. I've fallen into the daily routines of home once more but theres so much that has to be done.. Come tuesday, when all the offices start after the Eid Hols, I'll have to start job hunting and etc etc work.. Btw, Eid Mubarak to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats enough blabbing for this morning.. Catch up with you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3056878798328589307-775011202893050304?l=yummaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/feeds/775011202893050304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3056878798328589307&amp;postID=775011202893050304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/775011202893050304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3056878798328589307/posts/default/775011202893050304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/officially-18-back-to-blogging.html' title='Officially 18 &amp; Back to Blogging!'/><author><name>yumma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180423209868420428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r5cPuydHGpQ/RxNcIyie1vI/AAAAAAAAABc/guXhzjVdFxI/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
