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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052224.post-9032832314111362945</id><published>2008-11-13T08:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:25:54.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moutain view shoreline park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUic0N3RXZg/SRvIFr75NCI/AAAAAAAAC_k/n9THTN7LySc/s1600-h/IMG_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OUic0N3RXZg/SRvIFr75NCI/AAAAAAAAC_k/n9THTN7LySc/s320/IMG_1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268024189158765602" border="0" /&gt;Painted after a long time for my friends birthday&lt;br /&gt;Shes born in month of november, picked up a pic of november from a calendar and painted it on canvas with fabric paints&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on oil paints, they dont dry.End product is a dust accumulated sticky wet painting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both spent one sunday at shore line park and it was my best sunday ever.Prayer at church and then breakfast next to a lake and golf course, long talkitive walk along the lake full of birds and people surfing and peddling boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paiting depicts  a small portion of shore line park in month of november&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-9032832314111362945?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9032832314111362945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=9032832314111362945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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drowning - think why ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-1143241036036794811?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1143241036036794811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=1143241036036794811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/1143241036036794811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/1143241036036794811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/pj.html' 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3) My friend A going beyond SFO passing through golden gate bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) She tells me to join her so that she can drop me at the bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) A and  me meet and start traveling, she finds out that her car hasn't got enough fuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 6) A calls one of her friend who was also going for the same trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7) A and me hop into his car from a decided place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8) He drives till daly city to pick a friend, and comes to know they need to change car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 9) All three of us hop into another car with 2 more ppl and start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10) they drop me off at bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11) I know what time you guys are done so I call up and sync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12) With you guys I travel to fremont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13) N comes home and we get to know shes going through union city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 14) hop into her car again and we reach union city&lt;br /&gt;15) M had to go to saratoga next morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15) next day I go to saratoga with M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man too many contacts helped me travel so much like a work flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well comin to the idea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;by now i'm sure you  black banana in your hand to smash it on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;listen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you have a website which can find you where ppl are goin at what time and you can contact them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;take rides with them isnt it fun ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-3208088015055897839?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3208088015055897839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=3208088015055897839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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: Was in a plane travelling back to Bangalore.Sat next to a tall American who was even scared to drink Indian water and struggled all throughout the journey to sit in his small seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached airport early this time and killed time watching Jasan bourne while lost with bourne a stranger sitting next to me calls my name, was a bit of suprise to see a friend of mine in the queue waving at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always meet this guy in airports.Once in Kolkata airport where we both had lookalike IIMC-bags and got swaped to find a brand new cell phone in it and he found lot of kolkata sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/10/2007 : Was looking at one of the Mannequin at Vanhuesen store at forum in Bangalore.These days Mannequins look more like us.Man this one really took my attention,perfect fit and walking pose&lt;br /&gt;Had bought tickets to Bourne ultimatum 10pm show which me and my roomate decided to go out of frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/10/2007 :In mysore palace, awesome place to be during Dasara, loafed around the city whole day.The whole place was lit and looked like palace on fire and music&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/10/2007 :In a train back to Bangalore, was a very boring journey.Man kids!! was in a queue at Chamundi hills morning and a dad of 2 kids started fighting with the other dad with 2 more kids.All four started yelling on top of their lungs which made the dads shut up but they kept crying on and on and on and on.Wonder why they cry that too with such high volume amplifiers.As if the queue wasnt so boring and long enough that we had to bear with all the wild music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-8070223177054017113?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052224.post-4377164923752368286</id><published>2007-07-17T18:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:50:44.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>KOlkAtAtRiP</title><content type='html'>Time to update my trip details.Been travelling around india these days.Visted all the metropolitian&lt;br /&gt;cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with my trip to Kolkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of my course (EPYP IIM Kolkata) I had to go stay in IIM Kolkata campus for a week and attend classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than attending classes me and my friend Shal were excited to visit a new city.We had made a list of places to visit and things to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took print outs of maps, places and address.&lt;br /&gt;Phew!! left Bangalore on Friday the 13th.April.Reached Kolkata at 10:30am. Airport looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;After I entered the city somethign was unusual.It was very hot in the first place and very humid, I almost started melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who are interested in visiting Kolkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) As soon as you get land in the airport - theres a West Bengal tourism center where you can get a map free of cost and all the information abuot the city.&lt;br /&gt;2) A pre-paid taxi counter ensures you get to right places safely.&lt;br /&gt;3) I stayed in Hotel Park In at Park circus near 4 number bridge.Its close to last Tram station.(Booked it from make my trip)&lt;br /&gt;Convient for people who want to take Tram to Esplanade or other parts of the city.&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to BBD Bagh and tourism center.Book for Kolkata Darshan 150 rs per head for a non ac bus.Which will take you all around the city with a guide for one whole day.There are other intersting deals too (eg: cruise, ac car etc)&lt;br /&gt;5)Take an umbrella, camera, water and wet tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was so humid I didnt have to use my moisturiser and conditioner for the entire week and still felt melty and sticky :-l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to BBD Bagh an hour before the scheduled Kolkata Darshan time, will be fun to walk around the old buildings Raj Bhavan, Writers Building etc.Eat Misti Dohi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was supposed to come to Kolkata that evening I had the whole day for myself.Stayiing indoors in not in my blood, so took my camera and started walking, took a bus didnt know where it went.Took directions from  traffic police and with my map reached BBD bagh and booked for Kolkata Darshan the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus back to national Museum and spent 2-3 hrs taking pictures of tons of treasure we have.It must have been called national trasure, from paintings to skeletons, art, sculpture, fossils, paper work, acquaruim was lost there in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came back to hotel and slept, Shal reached there at 8:00pm.Was delighted to see her.After all the chitter chatter went out with my knife and camera had road side tea, called up worried people at home.Bought fruits.&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-4377164923752368286?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4377164923752368286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=4377164923752368286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/4377164923752368286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/4377164923752368286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2007/07/kolkatatrip.html' title='KOlkAtAtRiP'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-116006219408114851</id><published>2006-10-05T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:29:54.083+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NoTiCeBoArd AtHoMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/P1010026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/P1010026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is somehting precious to me and crap for my mom, I stick all my precious stuff on this wall at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-116006219408114851?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/116006219408114851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=116006219408114851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/116006219408114851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/116006219408114851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/10/noticeboard-athome.html' title='NoTiCeBoArd AtHoMe'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-116006118750717123</id><published>2006-10-05T17:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:23:30.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dEstiNaTiOnHyDeRaBaD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July29- Took Kaccheguda express to loaf around Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;GolcondaFort-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/Picture%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/Picture%20115.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RamojiFIlmCity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-116006118750717123?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/116006118750717123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=116006118750717123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/116006118750717123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/116006118750717123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/10/destinationhyderabad.html' title='dEstiNaTiOnHyDeRaBaD'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-116005997373802815</id><published>2006-10-05T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:04:49.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kODaiTrIp</title><content type='html'>May 17 started to Kodai Kanal from Bangalore at 9 pm train.It reached Kodai Road at 8 am next morning.3 days of non stop fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/A00183_018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/A00183_008.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/A00183_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/A00183_018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church here can be seen in a circle of the next pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/A00184_007A.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/A00184_007A.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However it cant be seen properly dont throw stones..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-116005997373802815?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/116005997373802815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=116005997373802815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/116005997373802815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/116005997373802815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/10/kodaitrip.html' title='kODaiTrIp'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-114433567410013994</id><published>2006-04-06T16:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:32:01.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cydii6</title><content type='html'>Cydii6 ?? It's our group name.We all six girls..real sidey people we are.We all have been together at all odd times.Did so many stupid adventures, shared all silly thoughts, never let go a chance to tease anyone, made fun of each other, laughed so much without caring about wat people gonna judge us....&lt;br /&gt;The group members include : G, S, C, SW, SH, De&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: chubby, bubbly, who always came to class late, got scolded and put out off the class many times.Caught in the class talking or smiling for no reason.Always late to any exam..practicals or theory.Never finished a exam paper fully...the examiner has to pul the paper from her..we both had adjacent roll numbers so wrote all the internals and exams sitting next to each other.we have shared strange stares while writing exams...all we could do was look at each other even if we wanted to help each other so badly.Shes been with me, guiding me, scolding me and doing all the thinking for me as to what is good for me.Has got a deadly smile which can melt a rock.&lt;br /&gt;Was in Delhi for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Shes right now studying for her UPSC exams, confident enough to become an officer.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Cleared her prelims this may and all set to write her mains in Oct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;2008 - was her worst year she lost her Dad, shes a brave soul handled it very well and kept studying for her UPSC exams&lt;br /&gt;-She cleared her mains and interview got a ranking, as India is famous for confusion, her ranking is right now kept on hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Fair, Pretty, very organized.Got very small hand writing.Well we had to strain  our ears to find out what she spoke.She carries all cute little things with her.Small pen, soap, soap box, eye shadow, nail colors, perfume what not.As soon as we get to see her we ransack her cute little bag, to find all kindsa cute little things.Shes from Hyderabad.She knows to speak kannada very well but well in a telgu accent.Sings very well.Takes care of all little things and can be assured that nothing can go wrong when shes around.One of the best dressed lady I have seen ever.&lt;br /&gt;Shes working for a software company, waiting to go abroad to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;In california, studying in University of California.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;2008 - Graduated from UC LA and working in Bay area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- is married to my best friend and right now expecting a child in Feb 2009.Happie for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW-Is in Germany and breaking her head over a CORBA/SNMP product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-Lived in Texas for a while, then back to Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;Completed a executive program from IIM kolkata, now In bay area California working and painting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-114433567410013994?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114433567410013994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=114433567410013994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114433567410013994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114433567410013994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/04/cydii6.html' title='Cydii6'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-114304251673009940</id><published>2006-03-22T17:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:48:36.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>RanGoliForHoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/DSC00915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/DSC00915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Rangoli competition at office for the Holi occasion, got 1st place..Pic uploaded..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-114304251673009940?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114304251673009940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=114304251673009940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114304251673009940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114304251673009940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/03/rangoliforholi.html' title='RanGoliForHoli'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-114303912913580017</id><published>2006-03-22T16:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:52:09.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SupRiSeBirThDaYgiFt</title><content type='html'>Got a cool very cute Birhtday gift..Had to bring home a bag from my friend.Brought it home.&lt;br /&gt;I get a message telling I will get a gift that day night at 11 without anyone contacting me.Was wondering which technology...then I gat a call..was asked to look for a something in the bag..Bang! I get my gift bubble wrapped..a photo of mine very well stolen and edited and framed...Lovely..liked a lot.felt very nice..loved and taken care of..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-114303912913580017?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114303912913580017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=114303912913580017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114303912913580017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114303912913580017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=114303810996860613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114303810996860613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114303810996860613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-114234392905523905</id><published>2006-03-14T15:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:45:29.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'mReIkHIhEaLer</title><content type='html'>News: Became a Reikhi healer this weekend.Was real nice experience.I thank everyone and everything for being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-114234392905523905?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114234392905523905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=114234392905523905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114234392905523905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114234392905523905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/03/imreikhihealer.html' title='I&apos;mReIkHIhEaLer'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-114079328115975035</id><published>2006-02-24T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:02:42.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>suNOna</title><content type='html'>Stuck to Suno na of Jhankar beats..donnow why i'm addicted to this song.One of my friend insisted that I listen to this, now she regrets whee&lt;br /&gt;Dil ye meera thumse kuch.whee wheee..suno naaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-114079328115975035?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114079328115975035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=114079328115975035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114079328115975035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114079328115975035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunona.html' title='suNOna'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-114079260930864208</id><published>2006-02-24T16:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:56:27.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee</title><content type='html'>Wheee its been a long time I blogged and wheee is a new word I have picked up.&lt;br /&gt;I use it as an expression of happiness, when I have  adoube its whee?, when agreeing its whee! or rather whee whee, if angry then wheeeeee!@#$%%..&lt;br /&gt;Got it froma french word ooyee( oo as in woo in wood, yee as in e in eagle) meaning yes.&lt;br /&gt;Wheee I get into conversation with people coz of this word, they ask whats that...wheee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-114079260930864208?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114079260930864208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=114079260930864208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114079260930864208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/114079260930864208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheee.html' title='Wheee'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-113656122762951093</id><published>2006-01-06T17:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:01:35.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NeWyEar</title><content type='html'>One more new year, I get one more year older..I regain all the lost enthu and hope this year will make all my dreams come true.I make loads of resolutions..hoping to have changes in life. But its not going to be just one more year for me.Will have to live this year as if this is my last one.&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 6.30 am and in 10 mins had to get ready for a trek.Zoomed to my friend's place at 50-60kmph in my poor scooty pep.Hurrah Happie birthday and New year hugs came my way.Was happie to meet them after a long time.They all looked sleepy and had pink nose(very cold it was).we start and take a wrong route to base of Chamundi hills.&lt;br /&gt;Then reached there at 7.20am which was very late as compared to our standards.We had to be there before sun rise.We were supposed to offer prayers at the devi temple on top.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people.I never ever thought so many people would get up so early on Jan 1st.Was so much fun trekking, taking rest, pics after every 100 steps.There are 1000 steps.All our memories flashed back as we climbed.Each one of us had different stories to tell.Discuss what we learnt in life till now ( What learnt? we have no yet completed quarter century ;-).).We all were together till we graduated.Then took different routes to explore.Now we sit in the same old place confused.Not sure if the routes would lead us to where we actually wanted to go.Reached the top pretty late coz of all the jumping, climbing trees, rocks and mocking monkeys( were they mocking us instead ?).Had to stand in the queue for 1.5 hrs.Forgot all the tiredness as we got to see the goddess.Offered prayers and started back.Mean while I had to attend a 100 phone calls.My friends were jealous first time I guess.Day was almost over.Rest of the day I packed and travelled back to Bangalore in a train.I just could not keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;As I go to bed hoped that I stick to all the resolutions made and live life this year to my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113656122762951093?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113656122762951093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113656122762951093' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113656122762951093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113656122762951093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2006/01/newyear.html' title='NeWyEar'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052224.post-113560965763384921</id><published>2005-12-26T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:10:12.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mYfRieNd</title><content type='html'>I saw two hands just immitating mine as I typed on my keyboard.They just did what I did.Then I realised I had forgotten abt them from a long time.She immitates me.She is being with me throughout my sorrows, happieness, loneliness...Never ever left me alone.She waits with me till I switch off the lights and go to bed to be ready with me as soon as I get up the next day.I never care for her.But still shes there with me for me.She knows everything abt me.I want to take care of her coz shes the only one who will remain with me till I die.Shes my character my shadow.Now I'm not alone shes there with me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113560965763384921?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113560965763384921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113560965763384921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113560965763384921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113560965763384921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/12/myfriend.html' title='mYfRieNd'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-113500655636813130</id><published>2005-12-19T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:53:03.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AnGelsDeServeTo DiE</title><content type='html'>Wake up&lt;br /&gt;Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)&lt;br /&gt;Grab a brush and put a little&lt;br /&gt;Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)&lt;br /&gt;Hide the scars to fade away the&lt;br /&gt;Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?&lt;br /&gt;Here you go create another fable&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Grab a brush and put a little makeup&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you trust&lt;br /&gt;In, my, self righteous suicide&lt;br /&gt;I, cry, when angels deserve to die, die&lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;br /&gt;Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)&lt;br /&gt;Grab a brush and put a little&lt;br /&gt;Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)&lt;br /&gt;Hide the scars to fade away the&lt;br /&gt;Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?&lt;br /&gt;Here you go create another fable&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Grab a brush and put a little makeup&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you trust&lt;br /&gt;In, my, self righteous suicide&lt;br /&gt;I, cry, when angels deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;In, my, self righteous suicide&lt;br /&gt;I, cry, when angels deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;Father, father, father, father&lt;br /&gt;Father into your hands, I commend my spirit&lt;br /&gt;Father into your hands&lt;br /&gt;Why have you forsaken me&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes forsaken me&lt;br /&gt;In your thoughts forsaken me&lt;br /&gt;In your heart forsaken, me oh&lt;br /&gt;Trust in my self righteous suicide&lt;br /&gt;I, cry, when angels deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;In my self righteous suicide&lt;br /&gt;I, cry, when angels deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts off very smoothly..only guitar then a little bit of drums.then bhooooo all of a sudden yah get to hear all of them together.. and it goes rocking all the way.Like a wave in the ocean gushing one minute and peaceful the other.Thoroughly enjoyable.The video : http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/s/system_of_a_down/chop_suey-3.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113500655636813130?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113500655636813130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113500655636813130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113500655636813130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113500655636813130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/12/angelsdeserveto-die.html' title='AnGelsDeServeTo DiE'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-113448502342214495</id><published>2005-12-13T16:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:43:43.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilt pics</title><content type='html'>I took a few pics from the so called world's smallest digicam which one of my friend got.With little shake while taking the pics, yah get a nice paintig like photo.It was fun playing around with it the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/Photo12004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/Photo12004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/Photo12005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/Photo12005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113448502342214495?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113448502342214495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113448502342214495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113448502342214495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113448502342214495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/12/spoilt-pics.html' title='Spoilt pics'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-113258252347950459</id><published>2005-11-21T16:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T10:38:12.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of a spotless mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/photo_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/photo_17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the movies I watched during weekend.Lovely movie.&lt;br /&gt;Intersting concept of erasing a part of the memory to be happier.Erase the person everything related to him/her.Clim fights with her boy friend and gets him erased from her memory.He is all shocked and doesnt know what to do, decides he will also get her erased from his memory.Collects all the things related to her to form a map to erase..People arent good..He realises that he's doing a mistake and tries to hold all the memory back all throughout the process of erasing where he is unconcious..&lt;br /&gt;*ing Jim carrey (He isnt funny a bit in this movie), Kate winslet(Shes got a hobby of coloring hair, yah get to see blue, orange, red shades..she looks beautiful)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113258252347950459?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113258252347950459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113258252347950459' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113258252347950459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113258252347950459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of a spotless mind'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052224.post-113239475382278692</id><published>2005-11-19T12:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:15:50.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GoTa gEtA huRt</title><content type='html'>Yah gotta get hurt once in a while, it makes yah realise what yah really want or yah really do not want.Yah get hurt for something and its solved, yah feel so light fresh and happie feels yah got the whole world.Makes yah realised how important a person is too.I do sometimes like to cry.After all the rattling I like to see my swollen eyes they look funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113239475382278692?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113239475382278692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113239475382278692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113239475382278692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113239475382278692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/gota-geta-hurt.html' title='GoTa gEtA huRt'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-113238423839308428</id><published>2005-11-19T08:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T09:30:57.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does wax for candles come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/1772303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/1772303.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/IS240-029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/IS240-029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/020410232835candle_hands_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/020410232835candle_hands_t.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While messing around with candles last weekend was wondering from what do they make candles? The only source I knew was the beeswax, which i was very familiar with.Me and My dad used to climb trees in my native place and extract honey from hives.Sometimes he used to get the squeezed hive too.Heat it remove dirt and store.Any dent in any wooden furniture he used to fill it with this wax.There cant be just one source..I thought..Googled and got the info...There are two main waxes used in candlemaking, Paraffin Wax and Beeswax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARAFFIN WAX&lt;/span&gt;:Paraffin wax, which is classified as a natural wax, is the most common wax used in candlemaking, and can be said to ultimately come from plant life.&lt;br /&gt;In order to protect themselves from adverse weather conditions plants produce a layer of wax on their leaves and stems. Material from dead plants 100-700 million years ago accumulated in large quantities and eventually became buried beneath the surface of the earth. After a long period of time, forces of heat and pressure turned the slowly decaying plant material into crude oil, otherwise known as petroleum. Because of the nature of waxes, being inert and water repellent, they were unaffected by the decomposition of the plant material and remained intact, suspended within the crude oil.Petroleum companies "harvest" the crude oil and process it. They refine the oil, separating the different properties into Gasoline, Kerosene, Lubrication oil, and many other products. In many cases, the wax in the petroleum is considered undesirable and is refined out. The refinery will process the wax into a clean, clear liquid, or as a solid milky white block, and make it available to companies who may have a use for it.The refined wax is called paraffin, which comes from the Latin "parum = few or without" and "affinis = connection or attraction (affinity)". Basically there are few substances that will chemically react with or bind to this type of wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEESWAX&lt;/span&gt; :A less common but more highly renowned wax for candlemaking is beeswax. Classified as a natural wax, it is produced by the honeybee for use in the manufacture of honeycombs.Beeswax is actually a refinement of honey. A female worker bee eats honey, and her body converts the sugar in the honey into wax. The wax is expelled from the bee's body in the form of scales beneath her abdomen. The bee will remove a wax scale and chew it up, mixing it with saliva, to soften it and make it pliable enough to work with, then attach it to the comb which is being constructed. Usually another bee will take the piece of wax which has just been attached to the comb, chew it some more, adding more saliva to it, and deposit it on another section of the comb. The combs are built up, honey is deposited inside, and then the combs are capped with more wax. Since several worker bees construct the comb at the same time, and the hive is constantly active with other bees flying around and walking on the combs, depositing foreign matter onto the combs, the composition of the wax becomes very complex.As is the case with paraffin, collecting beeswax is also the byproduct of a process. The beekeepers main interest is in the collection of honey. The capping wax must be removed in order to extract the honey; they save the capping wax until they've collected enough to make it available to market.Because beeswax is harvested in relatively small quantities it does not boast the same availability as paraffin and is therefore more expensive. It is used extensively in cosmetics and candlemaking. Candles made from 100% beeswax are generally held in high regard, when burning they glow beautifully and impart a very pleasant honey like aroma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113238423839308428?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113238423839308428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113238423839308428' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113238423839308428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113238423839308428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-does-wax-for-candles-come-from.html' title='Where does wax for candles come from?'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052224.post-113187869722681783</id><published>2005-11-13T12:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:16:14.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a candle ?</title><content type='html'>Friday night there was no power, I had a small piece of candle which could burn for an hour max.I thought if I put it inside a container it will burn eternally(what eternity idiot).Couldnt find one so put it inside a spoon.Power came, I saw my stove then the spoon..Idea! I started heating the spoon with the candle inside.It melted to form a transparent liquid.I wanted it coloured.Now what, found my crayolas, took a piece of red crayon and dropped it inside the spoon.Bhoooo I was so happie red color spread as if a flower bloomed from within.Now what!I wanted a mould.I imagined of having a mould of a rose.Will that also come out of the stove? got a deo cap.Poured everything into it.Oh what if it doesnt come out after dried, poured everything again into the spoon.Then put oil around( I mean inside) the cap.Poured the red liquid again inside the cap.I felt I was doing something the stone age man did.Was thrilled(Why am I so stupid).eargerly waited for it to dry mean while couldnt resist put some shiny plastic bits inside it.By mistake a hair also fell inside yuck I put my finger to get it out.Ouch I could see a hole in my candle.Aaaah melted some more wax to make it proper.Now it dried below the fan.Now how do it get it out, oil didnt help so broke the cap with my blood friendly knife.got the candle out.For 5 secs I was the happiest person on earth.I'm greedy I wanted more melted the candle again ..spoilt it, made my stove dirty, my vessels dirty..the whole place a mess.Ahhh got irritated belive me cleaning a dried waxy spoon and vessels and knife is real difficult.Nothing will help except your nails...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113187869722681783?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113187869722681783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113187869722681783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113187869722681783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113187869722681783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-made-candle.html' title='I made a candle ?'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-113187750144206154</id><published>2005-11-13T11:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:48:29.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>I feel more free when I'm in a strange place where I dont know anyone.No one knows my history, they dont recognise me, they dont care what I do where I go and neither do I.I can do whatever I want to.No one to tell me whats wrong whats right.I feel relieved.Free from all the relations I have.Not at all bound emotionally.&lt;br /&gt; Freedom means to me as free from emotions.Where I need not have to think what if I die? there are so many of them who cant live without me.(They can live with or without me just that they need me emotionally)Where no one cares what I do nor do I.All new faces, new acquaintances, exploring new places, new culture.From all this yah can make out I get scared to see all my relatives.I get scared how will I keep all of them happie.I need not but still, I cant make them feel bad about anything.The more they know about me the more I get scared.Wish I was a bird (A strong one may be a vulture, dont want to be a sparrow and be someones lunch).The one who can control his/her emotions can control their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113187750144206154?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113187750144206154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113187750144206154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113187750144206154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113187750144206154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-113187285127041084</id><published>2005-11-13T11:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T11:09:06.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be forgotten one day</title><content type='html'>It's just a feeling that one fine day there will be no one on this earth who will remember me.Is it not scary that I have to die one day (Everyone has to but still).Unless I do great achievements good or bad, I will be forgotten.One fine day there will be no one who will care for me, think about me.I'm made of just a few organs which coordinate and I live.If they stop working I'm gone.Now dont start laughing I know these thought are silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113187285127041084?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113187285127041084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113187285127041084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113187285127041084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113187285127041084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-be-forgotten-one-day.html' title='I&apos;ll be forgotten one day'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-113025147250806463</id><published>2005-10-25T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:10:30.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Pune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/sneek.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/sneek.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just peeping (what has life in store for me)&lt;br /&gt;I was in Pune for 3 weeks.Theres something unusual about that place.Whenever I visit that place it gives me a feeling that I have lived there for a long time.I also feel I will be visiting that place again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The first weekend :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend Agatha Fung.You can see her in the pics.Was so much fun to be with her.Very sweet person.she is Chinese so was very curious of all the little things around.I explained her most of them ex: whats a bindhi, why do gals wear it, whats a mangal sutra, toe ring, saree, temple, who is Rama, why his wife there, who is Hanumanji why does he look like that, why does Ganapathy have an elephant face....I was Oh my God! we are so rich in culture, I realised then...&lt;br /&gt;She asked me How many sarees do I have...It was so embarrassing..I didnt even have one or half or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;The pics include Ram mandhir in Tulsi bagh, Vishram bagh wada, shaniwarwada and all the shoppin in Tulsi bagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The pics of our trip during first weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/collage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/collage15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The second weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Karla caves, Bhushy dam, khandala a long lovely drive on Express way..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friends there who made all this possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/DSCN0927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/DSCN0927.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/DSCN0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/DSCN0936.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/IMG_0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/IMG_0473.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Karla caves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/DSCN0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/DSCN0981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Khandala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/DSCN1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/DSCN1020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/IMG_0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/IMG_0595.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/DSCN0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/DSCN0973.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/1600/DSCN0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2809/1509/320/DSCN0999.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Express way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113025147250806463?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113025147250806463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113025147250806463' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113025147250806463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113025147250806463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/10/trip-to-pune.html' title='Trip to Pune'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-113025013749507653</id><published>2005-10-25T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T07:07:03.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend gets frustrated</title><content type='html'>Here is something which one of my friend commented abt.It's just an example how people can get frustrated by all those junk forwards which we keep getting everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;I know its sadistic, but have a look at this mail one of my "friends" sent&lt;br /&gt;me.Every single one makes me want to throw up, violently, all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;The first line doesnt even make sense.My comments are attached below each one of these gems.It'll help you maintain your sanity, while you read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didnt make these up. If you knew me better you wouldnt even be thinking that.It's not that I dont like mails, just not the ones with touchy-feely stuff,especially when Im busting my ass at work.This is just to show myself how mean and sarcastic I could be if i tried,Hurting anybodys feelings is an unexpected side effect and higly enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;So, lets start....&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sent: Thursday, October 20, 2005 9:25 AM&lt;br /&gt;&gt; To: undisclosed-recipients:&lt;br /&gt;H: Other poor saps.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Subject: Some of the Best Moments in Life&lt;br /&gt;H: This is why it avoided my mail filter&lt;br /&gt;H: It doesnt say ,good,morning,love,amazing..or other stuff&lt;br /&gt;H: Now I added "life" to the blocking list, thanks to this mail.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hi frens,&lt;br /&gt;H: Great, Now I am a "fren", whatever the hell that is.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Good Mornin may 2day bless u with atleast one of these "best moments in life"&lt;br /&gt;H: Who the hell IS blessing me,"good morning"?&lt;br /&gt;H: Im sure today will suck, since I have already received a crappy mail.&lt;br /&gt;H: Things can only get worse.&lt;br /&gt;H: Also is it so difficult to write today instead of  2day?its just one goddamn letter more.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Some of the Best Moments in Life:&lt;br /&gt;H: I had my best moments when I was drunk, so I dont remember them.&lt;br /&gt;H: Lets see what I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;H: yeah right.ha!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To laugh until it hurts your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;H:  I may be simple-minded, but I DO NOT enjoy cramping up.&lt;br /&gt;H: I would rather eat some chocolate cate, till my stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;H: At least it'll be worth the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To find mails by the thousands when you return from a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;H:  Most of them like these "feel good" and "good morning" mails.&lt;br /&gt;H:  spraining your fingers hitting the delete key.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To go for a vacation to some pretty place.&lt;br /&gt;H:  pretty? ooh, wiv little ponies..and chocowate houses...I wuv it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To listen to your favorite song in the radio.&lt;br /&gt;H:  When I can listen to it any other time, with far better audio quality?&lt;br /&gt;H:  by the way, how the hell did I get IN the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To go to bed and to listen while it rains outside.&lt;br /&gt;H: I go to bed, I sleep. I dont waste time listening to stuff.&lt;br /&gt;H: If i wanted to do this, I would turn on the tv and listen to some static.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To leave the shower and find that the towel is warm.&lt;br /&gt;H: This can only be bad news.&lt;br /&gt;H: Either your dog was just sitting on it.&lt;br /&gt;H: or worse, your roomate.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To clear your last exam.&lt;br /&gt;H: Makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to.&lt;br /&gt;H: When I dont see someone a lot, there is usally a reason.&lt;br /&gt;H: I hate their guts.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To find money in a pant that you haven't used since last year .&lt;br /&gt;H: It will probably be all twisted and torn.&lt;br /&gt;H: It would make me more happy if I could find some money in the wallet&lt;br /&gt;which I am using RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To laugh at yourself looking at mirror, making faces.:)))&lt;br /&gt;H: Thanks, but I already look wierd enough.&lt;br /&gt;H: If i find myself doing this, I better call the cops.&lt;br /&gt;H: Know what the smileys for ?,Because a smile is like making a face at someone, only its more rude.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * Calls at midnight that last for hours.&lt;br /&gt;H: and dont let you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;H: usually these calls are whiny and involve someone elses problems.&lt;br /&gt;H: In short, not entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To laugh without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;H: This is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;H: Text book definition for a loony.&lt;br /&gt;H: I rest my case&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To accidentally hear somebody say something good about you.&lt;br /&gt;H: these sort of comments are usually followed by, "BUT,....."&lt;br /&gt;H: and some story where I was an asshole for a few seconds and some idiot never forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;H: Its always possible to this.&lt;br /&gt;H: By drinking 2 bottles of cough syrup&lt;br /&gt;H: By slipping into a diabetic coma.&lt;br /&gt;H: To be so totally wasted you dont even know what day it is, let alone the time.&lt;br /&gt;H: The day you "quit" your job.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To hear a song that makes you remember a special person.&lt;br /&gt;H: Why the hell would I think of someone other than myself?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To be part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;H: This one I hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;H: If i wanted to be part of a team, I would start a boy band.&lt;br /&gt;H: Isnt that an utterly scary thought?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To watch the sunset from the hill top.&lt;br /&gt;H: mountain-top i would understand.but hill..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;H: partly agree, we get to piss off new people for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To feel butterflies! in the stomach every time that you see that person.&lt;br /&gt;H: why is there an exclamation mark after butterfly?&lt;br /&gt;H: who is "that person" ? the psychiatrist?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To pass time with your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;H: cant argue with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To see people that you like, feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;H: While you feel like shit, yeah, way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * See an old friend again and to feel that the things have not changed.&lt;br /&gt;H: This never happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;H: Old friends either run away, or pretend not to recognise me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To take an evening walk along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;H: So that I can step in shit..no, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To have somebody tell you that he/she loves you.&lt;br /&gt;H: WHAT!! A person who is not sure about their own gender loves me?&lt;br /&gt;H: and I have to feel happy ?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * To laugh .......laugh........and laugh ...... remembering stupid things done with stupid friends.&lt;br /&gt;H: Why this obsession with laughing?&lt;br /&gt;H: If you dont laugh..its not fun it seems.&lt;br /&gt;H: I almost thought the next one would be "laughing while you slit someones throat"&lt;br /&gt;H: or "laughing while you drowned kittens"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; *These are the best moments of life....&lt;br /&gt;H: Yeah,since this sappy mail is over.&lt;br /&gt;H: And since i got such a nice oppurtunity to bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;Now we know why Im not popular.&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in this sort of shit.&lt;br /&gt;**The End**&lt;br /&gt;Now don't tell me I wasted your time with all these ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-113025013749507653?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/113025013749507653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=113025013749507653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113025013749507653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/113025013749507653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-friend-gets-frustrated.html' title='My friend gets frustrated'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-112610741981356487</id><published>2005-09-07T17:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T07:12:34.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LinkinPark's - Hit the floor - Sing along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/linkinpark/hitthefloor.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/linkinpark/hitthefloor.html&lt;br /&gt;Dont yah people think Linkin parks are very emotional and heartbroken (I meant more of Heartbroken concepts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-112610741981356487?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112610741981356487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=112610741981356487' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112610741981356487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112610741981356487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/09/linkinparks-hit-floor-sing-along.html' title='LinkinPark&apos;s - Hit the floor - Sing along'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052224.post-112565389132622534</id><published>2005-09-02T23:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:58:08.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me the color</title><content type='html'>I keep wondering if this page of mine is a shade of yellow or a shade of green . Please do help me am i color blind ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This was a long time back when I had a yellowish green or greenish yellow or yellow/green blog page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-112565389132622534?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112565389132622534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=112565389132622534' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112565389132622534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112565389132622534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/09/tell-me-color.html' title='Tell me the color'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052224.post-112563533753115126</id><published>2005-09-02T18:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:42:28.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling Kit</title><content type='html'>Bang! I got an idea to upgrade my travelling kit yesterday night at 10.45pm. I usually keep a small pouch ready with minimum required toiletries.This time I wanted to add a small shampoo bottle, dettol and body lotion.I searched through my junks to find an empty lotion bottle and an empty tube this was very small and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed all of them and dried.Then started with the shampoo bottle.The empty lotion bottle had a lid which refused to open.I used all my naturally available tools .. nail, teeth, all the twenty fingers, jaws, tounge what not.Still no chances of opening.By this time I was a little sleepy and started gettin irritated.Took a sharp knife started meddling with it.Put it in pulled it out nothing happened it irritated me more.With all my strength I pushed the knife into the gap it slipped and went into the gap of my fingers..Ahhhhhh! I cut my hand...dip dip dip blood started dripping.Now what?.. This time I refused to give up.I want this lid open now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-112563533753115126?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112563533753115126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=112563533753115126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112563533753115126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112563533753115126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/09/travelling-kit.html' title='Travelling Kit'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-112558186469831403</id><published>2005-09-01T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T08:21:09.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-112558186469831403?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112558186469831403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=112558186469831403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112558186469831403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112558186469831403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-112557355844651347</id><published>2005-09-01T13:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:32:13.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Woke up today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;6 am early in the morning...tring!!!!!!!!! whats that ! That was my cell, I pounced on it and hit the snooze button.Ah! It spoilt my dream couldnt finish a nice story.But crashed again to start a new one.&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up wake up wake up you idiot" Now who is this ?..It was Divya one real practical part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme introduce...Divya is practical gal.she wants to be organised and Goobe is dreamy and lazy and crazy and dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divya said wake up Goobe said sleep weather is so nice, see its cold sleep yah need to complete the dream.Divya said waaaaake uuuup! be organised, yah will get a big tummy if yah sleep like this for hours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the confusion and fighting between the two and hitting the snooze button several times, I had to get up finally.Thus started my day with a grin and a nice view of dark green lawn with yellow flowers on it.A man had swept a few of those yellow flowers to make a yellow heap.Looked really pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-112557355844651347?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112557355844651347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=112557355844651347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112557355844651347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112557355844651347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-woke-up-today.html' title='I Woke up today'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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-16052224.post-112548030099608002</id><published>2005-08-31T11:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:31:17.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lemme see how my blog looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052224-112548030099608002?l=blottoblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/112548030099608002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052224&amp;postID=112548030099608002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112548030099608002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052224/posts/default/112548030099608002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blottoblogs.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-first-blog.html' title='My first Blog'/><author><name>Divya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00463495208019992689</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></feed>
