tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170039242011-04-21T11:51:26.698-07:00Hippy Bogushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434036445506226086noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003924.post-1142432545442393722006-03-15T06:22:00.000-08:002006-03-15T06:22:25.450-08:00<A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2250/1629/640/04032006%28006%29.0.jpg'><IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2250/1629/320/04032006%28006%29.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'></A>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003924-114243254544239372?l=hippy-bogus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hippy Bogushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434036445506226086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003924.post-1142431714633514552006-03-15T06:08:00.000-08:002006-03-15T06:08:34.636-08:00<A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2250/1629/640/04032006%28006%29.jpg'><IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2250/1629/320/04032006%28006%29.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'></A>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003924-114243171463351455?l=hippy-bogus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hippy Bogushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434036445506226086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003924.post-1127809754192038822005-09-27T01:21:00.000-07:002006-04-05T23:30:50.333-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2250/1629/1600/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2250/1629/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I like today. My hair likes me and is behaving well. This also means I do not have to wear this black band (IT IS NOT A HAIRBAND!) around my head. I know I can just get my hair cut, but I have always been envious of men who have long tresses.<br /><br />I do not want to be Rapunzel-ish, and be rescued by girl who climbs up my long hair, up to the second floor of my office or ground floor of my house. But I want to know how it feels to have this long hair that you can swoosh and it falls into place. And that I can run my hands through and not feel grainy.<br /><br />I do try to maintain high personal hygiene levels but the humididity just kills all my carefully planned efforts. This humidity is like Roger Federer in a competetive tennis match.<br /><br />Enough of inane banter, going to get bonked by my one million review comments. Why do people have to so carefuly read all the work that I do.<br /><br /><br /><br />I<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003924-112780975419203882?l=hippy-bogus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hippy Bogushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434036445506226086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003924.post-1127584210597484062005-09-24T10:46:00.000-07:002005-09-24T10:50:10.600-07:00This is for you <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Priyanka</span></strong>. My closest college friend. Whose Birthday I forgot on 15-09-2005!!!<br /><br />I am so so sorry P. And I spoke to you that night (my morning) and thought it was half you, half the bombay sapphire talking to me.<br /><br />I miss you girl. Our long fun bitchy chats. Our life philosophies. ......<br /><br />It's strange how I pass by our college nearly every weekend, and I would give half another semester exam to catch up again. <strong>OK</strong> mebbe just one semester exam <span style="color:#3333ff;">:P</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003924-112758421059748406?l=hippy-bogus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hippy Bogushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434036445506226086noreply@blogger.com0