<?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-5927982639578614522</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:52:14.969-08:00</updated><category term='hostel'/><title type='text'>Un-cOmPaRe-AbLe!!!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>These are the stories of a girl
who laughed so hard and drowned the whole world!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927982639578614522.post-6419178777592528697</id><published>2007-06-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T08:31:14.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;This incident I really don’t remember and I don’t think I would it happened a lil while after I was born and my dad was going to America and my mother and my sister and me were shipped of to madras to stay while he was there!!... We were in my aunts house and they had gone for some dinner or some party and the three of us were home alone!! Yay??... think again… my mum went for a bath and left baby adorable me and ahem “super smart” sister in the room… that brilliant sister of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mine accidentally locked my mum in from outside and when it was time for ma to come out she couldn’t open the door!!!.... my sister started panicking… and ma was telling her how to unlatch it and my sister was apparently assuring ma all the while that she would be a good girl and ma shouldn’t punish her by staying in there… lol!!!... what a scene and me amongst all that confusion decided that it was time for a tantrum and started my yelps and screams and everyone started to panic… ma even threw a glass blade of the ventilator down to get the very watchful watchman’s attention!!... &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She finally decided to try her best at karate!!… or whatever she thought she just gave the door a solid shot and guess what that door was all termite eaten and she managed to emerge thru it and I guess more than anyone it was my sister who was relieved the most&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;!!! Lol!!... What a rare opportunity to be present at such a situation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-6419178777592528697?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/6419178777592528697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=6419178777592528697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/6419178777592528697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/6419178777592528697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-incident-i-really-dont-remember.html' title='Utter Chaos'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927982639578614522.post-3292856019230626122</id><published>2007-06-08T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:55:12.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad (hair) Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Once the three of us sisters were so excited about going out to dinner one night when some jobless guests walked right into our house at the exact time we ere to leave… its like they were spying on us and knew exactly when to come in.. Like a cue for this game of life that we play!!! We got quite angry and decided to play with each other for a while and hope and pray that these jobless freaks would soon disappear! We decided to play barber barber!!!(Notice how all these kiddy games are always said in twos like teacher teacher and house house!)The youngest as usual was shoved into this cute (or ugly whichever way you looked at it) chair that I had… it was fluorescent green and pink…. Arrrgh… ugly!!!... She very reluctantly sat her behind on it not because of the chair but she wasn’t willing to trust her big sisters… whhh??... How dare she not... but anyway she asks us in a very small and shaky voice if we knew what we were doing!!!... We very confidently tell her to trust us!!! And we slap almost a whole tin of powder on her face and start chopping her already small hair into spikes!!!... Yikes!!... Poor thing!!! Amma comes in after those jobless freaks leave and wow she must have blown a fit or laughed her head off... I don’t remember which one it was!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-3292856019230626122?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/3292856019230626122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=3292856019230626122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/3292856019230626122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/3292856019230626122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/06/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad (hair) Day!!!'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927982639578614522.post-3021945340685208449</id><published>2007-06-08T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:52:48.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will runaway!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;I have to narrate this incident where my elder sister and my mother had this argument and apparently I was involved too but not as pissed off by the verdict as my sister was. Quietly sitting in a corner and playing by my self as usual I was interrupted by my sister, who had packed a little knapsack of clothes and other things for herself and came and proclaimed to me that our dear mother loved us no more cause of the obviously horrendous decision she had made and that it was time for us to run away. So me, being the good little sister I was I decided what my ignorant sister said was right and I took a little bag of clothes and goodies for myself and we both “ran away” to……. The neighbor’s house!!! And my sister tells Sophie aunty, the aunty living there that amma had gone to the doc and had instructed us to stay there for a while… now that I think back about it I wonder what Sophie aunty must have thought about two goon children walking into her house knapsack and all telling here that our mother sent us that way!... hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-3021945340685208449?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/3021945340685208449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=3021945340685208449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/3021945340685208449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/3021945340685208449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-runaway.html' title='I will runaway!!!'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927982639578614522.post-7338297766003596893</id><published>2007-05-31T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:14:06.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Royalty Fee!</title><content type='html'>what the hell is a royalty fee???...how a i supposed to know??... they didnt even teach me that and i just ought to know it??... oh yeah.. big deal, you might say, who doesnt know what a royalty fee is??... well for your information i went to college to have fun and i learnt some stuff in the process.. but one of it was not royalty fee!!!!!!!!!!... anyways here i was sitting for my final paper of my final semester... media organization.... imagine the excitement in the air... the final paper of the final semester... overjoyed was i..... so i was sitting in the hall not having studied really, just about having glanced thru everything waiting for the examiner to hand over the question paper!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;she gives it to me and i look at it... and the first question is royalty fee!!!... now i dunno what that is... so i smile... the next question is a barter syndication... am not sure what that is either so i look around the room wondering if am the only idiot who didnt know anything... but i see the whole class giggling and snickering... so i feel reassured and i start answering the paper... now i have this policy of not leaving out anything... even if i dont know it i just write something anyways.... so i start writing..figuring that i have to connect it to the media in some way or the other i write royalty fee is the fee that is paid to the uk government in order to screen movies or any thing in the united kingdom... ok.. bad enough it wrong.. but i go further than that by adding ... since the uk is a monarchy where the king and queen is the head the fee paid is known as the royalty fee!!!!... ooooh God.... tell me about messing up!!!... well am still optimistic!!!.. lets see!!!.. he he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-7338297766003596893?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/7338297766003596893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=7338297766003596893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/7338297766003596893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/7338297766003596893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/05/royalty-fee.html' title='Royalty Fee!'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927982639578614522.post-8470714105955821672</id><published>2007-05-30T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:47:35.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mark who has measles</title><content type='html'>Weasels dont get measeals.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever seen a fox with chicken pox,&lt;br /&gt;or a chicken with fox pox?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a beaver with scarlet fever,&lt;br /&gt;what  silly idea!&lt;br /&gt;And talking of a gnu, they never catch flu.&lt;br /&gt;And camels,despite their humps, they never get mumps!&lt;br /&gt;However much a goldfish splashes, it doesnt come out in rashes&lt;br /&gt;Goats can eat anything,&lt;br /&gt;notes that you wrote for the milkman,&lt;br /&gt;coats, or even medium sized boats!&lt;br /&gt;so why do all these bugs dare to come and bite me??&lt;br /&gt;IT's NOT FAIR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-8470714105955821672?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/8470714105955821672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=8470714105955821672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/8470714105955821672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/8470714105955821672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-mark-who-has-measles.html' title='For Mark who has measles'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</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-5927982639578614522.post-2165082975950015491</id><published>2007-05-30T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:01:29.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened to me =)</title><content type='html'>i really dunno how all these weird things happen to me!!!!... but they just do you know....sometimes i feel its like God saying i would like to watch a bit of comedy now... you know.. like how we turn on the tv to watch friends or something... he s probably sitting up there in heaven saying ah... what should i watch today???.... and it happens to me!!!!! ... LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one not so fine day i set out to the station to catch the train back to chennai after a short holiday at home... so being the second child i have never had to shoulder any major responsibility... my elder sister always took that on... so here i was traveling alone... not actually for the first time.. but one of the first few times.... and my parents were giving me solid advice...." dont talk to strangers and just listen  to music on your i pod".. "dont look left or right or up or down"... "bury your head in your magazine and just get off at chennai"... "keep the alarm so that u wake up on time".. "do you have enough money, water, food etc.".. "study well molae"... "try loosing some weight"... "be good"... etc etc etc... you kno.. all that parent stuff...(sorry to deviate... but i just figured that the word apparent must have come from A PARENT.... since a parent keeps stressing on apparent things... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha).. so there i was when the train chugged off the station my head buried in the magazine and my i pod on full blast quite oblivious to things around me!!!... i barely noticed the train ticket examiner (the TTE) walk up and down a zillion times.... almost two hours into the journey and nearing Trissur station he comes and asks me for the ticket... so i triumphantly give it to him.. feeling very grown up and responsible and with a look that said i dont care a damn about all of you... i do this all the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TTE:&lt;/span&gt; this tkt is not for todays train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; stare at him blankly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TTE:&lt;/span&gt; excuse me.. but this tkt is not for todays train!!!! (getting a little cross at my blank expression.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; uh... hmmm.. uh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TTE:&lt;/span&gt; you have to get off the train now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; uh... ok.. what do i have to do to get back on????... uh.. where are we???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TTE:&lt;/span&gt; you have to get a general tkt (unreserved) to get back on and we are almost at Trissur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; ok!...&lt;br /&gt;i look very sheepishly at my fellow passengers watching all this tamasha!!! and i get my bag out an walk towards the door, willing myself not to cry in front of everyone... i call my dad (good ol' dad.. always there when you need him).. and tell him the situation... he first tells me to stay calm and not cry and to get off at the trissur station and sit somewhere where there is light and lots of people... what typical fatherly advice... not hearing that makes me want to bawl!!!!!.. but i dont cry on the train... i just look like am on the verge of tears and anyone coming near me would trigger it off... we finally reach trissur... i get off the train and look around...&lt;br /&gt;apparently am on the second platform.. there is not a single source of light in  the distance and the only bit of light is coming from a vegetarian stall... i am sill holding back the tears mind you.. and i walk towards the stall.... i ask him how to get to platform # 1.. he looks me top to toe and says " jump onto the rails and walk over there and climb onto platform one"... i look at him as if to say.. what????????????... are you freaking crazy?????.... but i just smile and walk away...&lt;br /&gt;thinking that its probably because he was a guy he said that.. i ask this lady with a bag full of vegetables the way to platform #1.. she looks at me from top to toe(I dunno why everyone there does that.. its creepy!!!!) and tells me to jump down and cross the rails and jump back up onto platform 1... i simply say thanks and head away from the stall... i just break down crying and i kneel down right there and i start to pray!!!!!!... i get up still crying very silently but nevertheless crying and walk in some direction... i reach the overhead footpath an i reach platform 1.. i find a bench just outside the deputy officers cabin and plonk myself there... bury my head in a magazine and sob my heart out.... my parents reach there after what seemed like eternity and i just cant stop sobbing.. i get into the car and we drive home.....&lt;br /&gt;it didnt seem funny at all at the time... now looking back.. it does seem funny... but there s not a ticket that i havent checked the date!!!! and thats all part of life and growing up i guess!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-2165082975950015491?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/2165082975950015491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=2165082975950015491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/2165082975950015491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/2165082975950015491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-happened-to-me.html' title='It happened to me =)'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</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-5927982639578614522.post-1004064127448725795</id><published>2007-05-29T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:10:20.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It s all about me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was going thru a friends blog and i saw this and more than reading what he had written i was thinking about my answers so i decided that i just have to "borrow" it... so here goes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Smoked a cigarette?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I have. Am still deciding about it... (doing it again and if its all that bad if you do it once in a way and all that jazz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Crashed a friend's car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Nope... and i sure hope i dont...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stolen a car?:&lt;/span&gt; No thats too big to walk away with!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/span&gt; not really truly yet... but i hope i do eventually!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been dumped?:&lt;/span&gt; yeah!!!.. but now thinking about it.. i dont care!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shoplifted?:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm...cant really call it shop lifting... it wasnt a shop... it was a fruit cart and i whisked away a couple of oranges... for the fun of it.. dont even like oranges that much (except for orange flings.. he he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been in a fist fight?:&lt;/span&gt;not really.... its all a big show on the outside!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sneaked out of your parent's house?:&lt;/span&gt;parents house??... nope... the walls are higher than jail and more barbed wire than a hardware shop!!!!!!! but sneaked out??... yes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?:&lt;/span&gt; yea... lets just leave it at that!!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gone on a blind date?:&lt;/span&gt; yeah... stupid thing to do really!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Skipped school?:&lt;/span&gt; nope... i loved school!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been on a plane?:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah... hate long flights tho.... the "lavatory" is too small... lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Seen someone die?:&lt;/span&gt; No... and i dont want to... i ll probably be convinced his/her spirit is in me or something!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Purposely set a part of yourself on fire?:&lt;/span&gt; ha ha .. yeah... a bit of my hair!!!!.... but made it look like an accident so i wouldnt get yelled at!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been jet-skiing?:&lt;/span&gt; No... why be on top of the water when u can be in it???(am a total water person!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Met someone in person from the Internet?:&lt;/span&gt; no... i hate blind dates... why would i do something like that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Taken pain killers?:&lt;/span&gt; never ever been in that much pain( touch wood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Flown a kite?:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah..lots.. and watched my best friend fly a kite for the first time very recently.. it was great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Built a sand castle?:&lt;/span&gt;yeah.. a beautiful one... with shells all over it.. it was small.. but it was beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gone puddle jumping?:&lt;/span&gt;yes... brings back so many fond memories!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheated while playing a game?:&lt;/span&gt; ha ha ha... alot.. who doesnt??... other than maybe Jesus???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been lonely?:&lt;/span&gt;yeah!!!...oh boy... wouldnt i know what thats like!!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Fallen asleep at work or school/college?:&lt;/span&gt; sure... i ve even fallen asleep at an exam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Used a fake ID?&lt;/span&gt;: not yet.. but will not think twice about using it if needed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Felt an earthquake?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes... i was lying in bed and thought it was just one of those weird days again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Touched a snake?:&lt;/span&gt; yea.. long time back... hate them... those slimy creatures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Slept beneath the stars?:&lt;/span&gt; oh yes... as an absolute  romantic i have to say it just awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been robbed?:&lt;/span&gt;yes!!!!!!!!!!!!.... and each time i have wondered.. why me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been misunderstood?&lt;/span&gt;:YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!... atleast you understand me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Won a contest?:&lt;/span&gt;yes... it was good... the fame the name... all part of the glorius game!!!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Run a red light/stop sign?:&lt;/span&gt;nope!!!.... i slam the breaks for everything!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been suspended from school?:&lt;/span&gt; nope.... dont even wanna think about such things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been in a car accident?:&lt;/span&gt;apparently i have ben.... was too small to remember it.. but not after that... thank God!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night?:&lt;/span&gt; Nope.. not a big fan of ice cream.. cant eat much of it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Walked the streets drunk?:&lt;/span&gt; not yet.. but who knows????.. knowing me its a possibility!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;déjà vu?: oh yeah.. all the freaking time!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Danced in the moonlight?:&lt;/span&gt;not yet...thats one of the 10 things i want to do before i die!!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Witnessed a crime?:&lt;/span&gt; yea... not a big one.. just some random guy pick pocketing another very oblivious guys pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Squished barefoot through the mud?:&lt;/span&gt; yes.. its disgusting but soooooo much fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been lost?:&lt;/span&gt; oh yea... i space out alot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Been on the opposite side of the country?&lt;/span&gt;:yes... i love traveling... and better yet.. traveling the road less traveled!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Swum in the ocean?:&lt;/span&gt;no... not the ocean.... its too big..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;: far too many times!!!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Played cops and robbers?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Recently coloured with crayons?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes... thats all am passionate about!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sung karaoke?:&lt;/span&gt; nope!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Paid for a meal with only coins?:&lt;/span&gt;yeah!!!... not just a meal but for the auto ride home too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?:&lt;/span&gt; oh yes!!!... and paid a price for it too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Made prank phone calls?:&lt;/span&gt; ha ha ha.. yeah!!!.. suckers!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Caught a snow flake on your tongue?:&lt;/span&gt; i wish... but no... just about seen snow n played with it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Written a letter to Santa Claus?:&lt;/span&gt; yeah... every christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Blown bubbles?:&lt;/span&gt; yes... am still mesmerised by them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bonfire on the beach?:&lt;/span&gt;no.. but  love the beach and a bonfire sounds really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cheated on a test?:&lt;/span&gt; yeah... i didnt know a thing... what else was a supposed to do??... give in a blank paper???? (i have done that too!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gone skinny-dipping in a pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; not yet.. but who knows... miles to go before i sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... so now you know that much more about me!!!.... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-1004064127448725795?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/1004064127448725795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=1004064127448725795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/1004064127448725795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/1004064127448725795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-s-all-about-me.html' title='It s all about me!'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927982639578614522.post-5899313939330690871</id><published>2007-05-26T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:04:41.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip of the tongue</title><content type='html'>The slip of the tongue is the fault of the mind!!!!... do u agree???&lt;br /&gt;But i think that those who utter that are so unkind!!!... but who cares whether am being unkind or not... its my blog and some of these things are very very funny.... have fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now as you all have read i live in hostel and we arent allowed to bunk classes and sit in the sick room unless of course you are really sick... (what a surprise!!!).. anyways so we all fake a sickness sometime or the other!!!... anyways i once faked a bad headache.. (thats when i realized that i could act!!! he he he).. another time a friend of mine faked a ad stomach upset!!!!... after class in the evening the doctor/nurse.... whatever calls for her... so she gets scared and asks what she is supposed to have done about her stomach upset.... so we tell her that one would generally take a lomotil pill... she smiles feeling very confidant and wholly believing that she was cured by this magic pill she charges down and as guessed the doctor/nurse asks her how she s feeling... she says that she s much better now ... when the doc/nurse asked her if sh had aken some medicine.. she very promptly and confidently says.............. "LOCOMOTION"....... now thats what i call a slip of the tongue!!!!... watch out for more of these!!!... he he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-5899313939330690871?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/5899313939330690871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=5899313939330690871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/5899313939330690871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/5899313939330690871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/05/slip-of-tongue.html' title='Slip of the tongue'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927982639578614522.post-121630147093434559</id><published>2007-05-22T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:20:16.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astray!</title><content type='html'>sometimes you just get so inspired that u even surprise yourself and start writing poems or songs or something that seems like it... basically some rhyming thing that you would like to call a song or a poem!!!&lt;br /&gt;here goes!... this is a song i wrote when a friend of mine passed away by a hit and run accident on the ECR chennai!.. it got me thinking and here it is!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been hard for her that day&lt;br /&gt;To ever feel the same again.&lt;br /&gt;her life had changed so much&lt;br /&gt;by God s magical touch,&lt;br /&gt;and in her arms there lay&lt;br /&gt;a bundle of joy as she d always say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loved him,&lt;br /&gt;she would die for him,&lt;br /&gt;she d always do so much for him,&lt;br /&gt;that she d never have to see the day&lt;br /&gt;when he would go astray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been hard for her that day&lt;br /&gt;as he toddled along to school&lt;br /&gt;a milestone set up there,&lt;br /&gt;and tears of joy and care&lt;br /&gt;a lecture on the way,&lt;br /&gt;of things he must not do and must not say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loved him,&lt;br /&gt;she would die for him,&lt;br /&gt;she d always do so much for him,&lt;br /&gt;that she d never have to see the day&lt;br /&gt;when he would go astray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been hard for her that day,&lt;br /&gt;as drove up to school alone,&lt;br /&gt;to watch him graduate,&lt;br /&gt;then go out on a date.&lt;br /&gt;The sky was turning grey,&lt;br /&gt;as he didnt return that night or next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loved him,&lt;br /&gt; she would die for him,&lt;br /&gt; she d always do so much for him,&lt;br /&gt; that she d never have to see the day&lt;br /&gt; when he would go astray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been hard for her that day&lt;br /&gt;when they told her what had gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;to listen and stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;Grasped in her sweaty palm,&lt;br /&gt;a picture of him lay,&lt;br /&gt;before he changed his life and went astray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loved him,&lt;br /&gt;  she would die for him,&lt;br /&gt;  she d always do so much for him,&lt;br /&gt;  that she d never have to see the day&lt;br /&gt;  when he would go astray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-121630147093434559?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/121630147093434559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=121630147093434559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/121630147093434559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/121630147093434559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/05/astray.html' title='Astray!'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5927982639578614522.post-4498469294960580382</id><published>2007-05-13T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:49:00.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel'/><title type='text'>One Late night in hostel</title><content type='html'>Well considering this is my first post i figured it should be something funny because thats just what i am.. A bag full of laughter and an even bigger bag full of jokes and tricks!!.. Anyways lemme carry on with my story... Now the story begins in main hostel (WCC)... Its my first year and we had just a single common charging point (near the common loo, dont ask why that particular location was chosen!) ... Now charging points are nothing but a plug point where you would stand and charge your mobile phones, and you would have to stand there and wait for it to charge since otherwise it would be whisked away more artfuly than Charles Dickens' famous artful dodger in Oliver Twist!... and you'd have to stand there because sitting was simply not an option considering the charging point was near the loo.. anyhow, there i was standing there very inoccently minding my own business, humming a tune, hopping around (to avoid the mosquitoes) when my super senior Sue shows up and starts huming along with me, within minutes we attract a few others with a ear for music and from humming we have moved on to full fledged singing and we are in that particularly shrill and high pitched part of the tamil song "Puthu velai mazhai". Now i have failed to mention that it was 1:00 am and as per the rules (which no one really follows) you're s'posed to be in bed by 11, lights off!... so big deal right...who cares?... a couple of whackos singing in the night... happens alot you would think... and rightly so... since it does!!!... but unfortunately, that night, our dear warden, whom i do actualy like now after three solid years there, was apparently in a bad mood at the time (as though we knew!!!)... she stands at the balcony of her room looking like a carbon copy of that bhoot in the music video Noorie and is yelling in Tamil (for better effect... scream it to yourself in tamil =) or better yet imagine nagavali (from manichitrathazhu) screaming it in that gutral voice!!! )&lt;br /&gt;"Dai, Yaaru adhu?" (translates: Oi! Who's there?)&lt;br /&gt;all of us shut up immediately! (me and the other first years...two of them... have our eyes wide with fright, we ve barely been in hostel for 3 months now and are quite sure our parents wouldnt approve of us being sent back.... so early!!!!=))&lt;br /&gt;"dai, sollu da, yaaru adhu? (translates: oi! tell me!!!.. who's there?)&lt;br /&gt;Two others and me and that super senior Sue slink back to the wall, the others escape into the bathrooms... Now please note, Sue and me are huge(i mean physicaly) making it next to impossible to stay hidden even while sticking to that wall! so its not long before she spots (only) the two of us and hollers...&lt;br /&gt;..."dai, Merry soo, Agalaya (both of which are not how you pronounce either of our names=))... yenna pandre??.... time yenna aichu???.... yea ipidi wouru maniku phone charge pandre??... Kandipa na principalkittu name kudukurae!! (transalates:oi, Merry soo n agalaya, what are you doing? whats the time? why are you charging your phones like this at 1:00 am? i'll definately give your names in to the principal!)&lt;br /&gt;by now am shitting in my pants and sue s almost rolling over the floor in silent laughter... So as i give sue a very tensed good night, i ask how bad it wil be when the principal reprimands us for our behaviour(at that point of time, thats as bad as i could be... he he he), she simply laughs it of and says " hey, no big deal! just avoid jumping in front of wardens face for a week or so... she ll soon forget all about it!... reassured, i fall asleep that night!&lt;br /&gt;The next day somewhere round about lunchtime we had to head out of safe territory and get lunch... Ok... apparently its not a problem, since the door to the wardens office was a four part door where the bottom could be closed but the top left open!!.. so very smartly, if i may say so, we decide to crawl past her door!!... so there we are two very well and full grown girls crawling on all fours by her office, me leading the way!!... just as we cross the door and we enter suposedly safe territory i see a pair of legs in front of me.. knowing full well they belonged to our very dear warden i look up very shepishly, sue being slightly cleaverer (hmmmmm) pretends to be searching for something... we quickly get pulled up by our ears and get the first shelling i ever did in WCC (but not before taking those thin and slim monkeys, who managed to hide themselves, down with us muahhahahahaha*evil*).... thats hostel and thats life.... and now looking back, i ve enjoyed every bit of it as well!...growing up is fun, i pity poor peter pan who never knew the joys of growing up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5927982639578614522-4498469294960580382?l=purplepalpuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/feeds/4498469294960580382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5927982639578614522&amp;postID=4498469294960580382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/4498469294960580382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5927982639578614522/posts/default/4498469294960580382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplepalpuli.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-late-night-in-hostel.html' title='One Late night in hostel'/><author><name>Bride to be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940883912226408276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
