Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Who doesn't like teddy bears ?????

TEDDY BEAR ... A friend ... A company .. A support !!
That's what a girl finds her teddy ...Teddies have always been an essential part of a girl's life ... She needs him when she fights with her parents .. She needs him when her BFF is not talking her her ... She needs him when her crush doesn't notice her .. She needs him when her boyfriend dumps her ... And she even needs him when she is in love ... When she is happy !! 
A GIRL .. However old she becomes .. Always needs her TEDDY !!



Dedicating this post to every girl who liked "pink" for at least one moment in her life !!

Monday, 29 August 2011

STARBUCKS .... We love you !!!

 The largest coffee-selling shop in the world ......

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes !!

The most favorite twins of all time -

                         FRED & GEORGE WEASLEY 
 'Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –'
'Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet.'
'Great idea though, thanks, Mum.'
'It's not funny. And look after Ron.'
'Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us.'
'Shut up,' said Ron again.

'Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls.'
'We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat.'

 "Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy--"
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
Percy scowled.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you--"
 “For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do.”
 'Where did you come out?' Ron asked.
'Knockturn Alley,' said Hagrid grimly.
'Brilliant!' said Fred and George together.
 Harry is rumoured to be the Heir of Slytherin: Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, 'Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through …'
Percy was deeply disapproving of this behaviour.
'It is not a laughing matter,' he said coldly.
'Oh, get out of the way, Percy,' said Fred, 'Harry's in a hurry.'
'Yeah, he's nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant,' said George, chortling.
'The Ministry's providing a couple of cars,' said Mr. Weasley. Everyone looked up at him.
'Why?' said Percy, curiously.
'It's because of you, Perce,' said George seriously. 'And there'll be little flags on the bonnets, with HB on them –'
'– For Humongous Bighead,' said Fred.

 'Where is Wood?' said Harry, suddenly realising he wasn't there.
'Still in the showers,' said Fred. 'We think he's trying to drown himself.'
 'Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs,' sighed George, patting the heading of the map. 'We owe them so much.'
 'We didn't give it to him because he was a Muggle!' said Fred indignantly.
'No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git,' said George.
 "George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown a full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.
"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.
"Definitely," said George.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wants and said together, "Accio Brooms!"
Harry heard a loud crash somewhere in the distance. Looking to his left he ducked just in time -- Fred and George's broomsticks, one still trailing the heavy chain and iron peg with which Umbridge had fastened them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor.
"We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.
"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George, mounting his own.
Fred looked around at the assembled students and at the silent, watchful crowd.
"If anybody fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three Diagon Alley -- Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"
"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," said George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.
"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.
"Give her hell from us, Peeves."
And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.
 "Cheers," whispered George, wiping tears of laughter from his face.
"Oh, I hope she tries Vanishing them next...they multiply by ten every time you try..."
 'Anyone can speak Troll,' said Fred dismissively, 'all you have to do is point and grunt.'
 What's a bummer?' Ron asked George.
'Having a nosy git like you for a brother,' said George.
 'Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal,' said George. 'They wouldn't use the Cruciatus curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing… maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.'
 'Who're you going with then?' asked Ron.
'Angelina,' said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment.
'What?' said Ron, taken aback. 'You've already asked her?'
'Good point,' said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, 'Oi! Angelina!' Angelina, who had been chatting to Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him.
'What?' she called back.
'Want to come to the ball with me?' Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look.
'All right, then,' she said, and turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting, with a bit of a grin on her face.
'There you go,' said Fred to Harry and Ron, 'piece of cake.'

 'I love hearing Mum shouting at someone else,' said Fred, with a satisfied smile on his face…
'I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!'
'What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?' said George indignantly…